"Sister, good morning!"
Yang Zimei pushed the door and went out. When she saw Yang Zixi, she greeted her sweetly. The fear from yesterday was gone in her eyes, and there was more firmness in her eyes.
Yang Zimei patted her head happily, raised her thumb and exclaimed, "Zixi, you are so strong!"
"That's necessary, because I'm your sister!"
Yang Zimei raised her head proudly and said, "And I believe that with my sister around, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"What are you afraid of?" Listening to the conversation between them, my mother felt inexplicable.
"Hush!" Zixi pointed her finger at Zimei, they blinked, and then stuck out their tongues together, "It's nothing, this is a secret between us sisters."
"Really, you are my daughters. Is there any secret that I can't know?" Huang Xiuli rolled her eyes and didn't pursue it any further. She let them eat breakfast by themselves, and then hurried out to continue furnishing the berths.
Yang Zimei finished her breakfast in a hurry, and after sending Zixi to school, she turned to Nancheng Middle School where she was.
Not long after walking, I met Murong Yan and her follower Lan Zhiqing.
As soon as the two saw her, their aura immediately changed.
Murong Yan looked at her coldly, Lan Zhiqing stepped forward and blocked her way, "Yang Zimei, stop for me."
Yang Zimei looked up slightly, and asked coldly, "Why?"
"Murong Yan has something to tell you." Seen by her cold eyes, Lan Zhiqing shrank her neck involuntarily and looked at Murong Yan.
Murong Yan stepped forward with a haughty expression like a peacock spreading its tail, a pair of beautiful almond eyes stared at Yang Zimei with jealousy, "Sensible, you'd better stay away from Min Gang."
"I'm sorry, I never knew what it means to be sensible." Yang Zimei said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
"you… "
Murong Yan was furious, she gritted her silver teeth, and threatened, "Yang Zimei, don't force me to take action."
"Then I'd like to see how you act." The mocking smile on Yang Zimei's face became stronger.
Murong Yan raised her hand, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the white cyclist at the corner of the street, blinked her eyes, slapped her own cheek with her backhand, and then covered her cheek with a look of grievance and tears in her eyes "You...why did you hit me? Even if you don't like me being with Min Gang, you can't hit me like this?"
As expected, Lan Zhiqing was her follower and best friend, and immediately understood her intentions, so she yelled loudly on purpose, "Oh, Yang Zimei, you are too much, how can you beat Murong Yan? Min Gang is not you Yes, why are you only allowed to like him, but not Murong Yan?"
As soon as she yelled, the students passing by around gathered together to watch the excitement.
Murong Yan deliberately exposed the slapped cheek.
When everyone saw a bright red five-fingerprint on her fair, tender and beautiful cheek, they all took a breath and looked at Yang Zimei with accusing eyes.
"How can you hit someone? It's too much."
"Min Gang and Murong Yan have always been recognized as a couple in our Nanzhong. As the juniors, it's not counted as getting in the way, but they even hit people."
…
There was a lot of talk.
Yang Zimei looked at the scene in front of her with a funny face, she never expected that Murong Yan would act such a clichéd scene.
At this time, Min Gang came over on his bicycle and asked suspiciously, "What happened?"