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At the same time, when Chen Yan was planning a "conspiracy" against Yu Qiaoqiao and her roommate,
Qindao University, Classroom 301, Ruisi Building. Yu Qiaoqiao is also being questioned by her roommate.
"Qiaoqiao. Tell the truth. Who is that person?"
"Yes. Qiaoqiao. Why have I never heard of you?"
"That person looks ordinary. Is he your suitor?"
Yu Qiaoqiao listened to the roommate¡¯s questions and said in confusion, "No. No. Ihe"
Before she could finish her sentence, her roommate couldn't wait to ask more questions.
"Qiaoqiao. He gave you a lot of things! He must like you very much, right?"
"Yes! I feel very affectionate. How do you know him?"
"That man is plain-looking, but he is really generous. Are you going to be with him?"
Yu Qiaoqiao became even more flustered, "II"
In the end, it was the "silly elder sister" who accompanied Yu Qiaoqiao to see Chen Yan the day before yesterday. She couldn't stand it and said, "Okay! Stop asking. I'll tell you."
"The silly elder sister" is named Zhao Ying, and she is a very different kind of girl. She is straightforward and carefree, and her personality is more like a boy than a girl.
In addition, I have been learning Taekwondo since I was a child, so I have a kind of heroic spirit of a young hero, and I am the well-deserved eldest sister in the dormitory.
As soon as she spoke, several roommates immediately fell silent and looked at her blankly.
Zhao Ying felt the gaze of everyone, raised her head, coughed, and cleared her throat.
Then from my own perspective, I told the story of Yu Qiaoqiao and Chen Yan with added detail.
When she told the story, her eyes were burning with gossip.
And the content she "adapted" is also very legendary.
???????????????????? A wonderful encounter, a rescue from fate, tender care, domineering care, and this morning¡¯s sensational confession.
The group of young girls listening to this were all in their prime, and they were stunned one after another.
And Yu Qiaoqiao, who was listening on the side, looked at Zhao Ying blankly. There was only one thought in my mind, "This is me and Chen Yan? Are you sure it's not some CEO novel?"
Afterwards, listening to Zhao Ying's talk getting more and more biased, talking about "ten treasures in one child" and "dads are more powerful" and so on, Yu Qiaoqiao sighed in her heart and decided not to pay attention to this story that had nothing to do with her anymore. .
She frowned, picked up her phone and took a look. Chen Yan still didn't reply to her.
She sighed softly, put down her phone, took out the movie tickets and buffet tickets given by Chen Yan, and looked at them silently.
The locations of the movie and buffet are in a large shopping mall not far from Qindao University. The movie is on the fourth floor and the buffet is on the second floor.
Yu Qiaoqiao passed by that shopping mall when taking the bus. In the dark, the huge OLED screen flashed huge photos or advertisements of celebrities, and the lights were feasting and feasting, showing the prosperity of the big city.
Yu Qiaoqiao bit her lips gently.
These tickets shouldn¡¯t be cheap, right?
Can I withdraw?
Yu Qiaoqiao looked at the time, and there were still 7 minutes until class started. Have a little time.
She took the ticket, left the classroom, and then called the numbers on the back of the ticket.
5 minutes later, Yu Qiaoqiao sighed and put down the phone in his hand.
She has asked about both the movie and the buffet, and they are both non-returnable and non-exchangeable once sold.
And she also asked about the price. 12 tickets added up to nearly 800 yuan.
Yu Qiaoqiao looked at the sky outside the window, "800 yuan"
That was her living expenses for one and a half months.
Ohand the bouquet of flowers.
According to what my roommate said, a bouquet of 99 flowers is very expensive, usually costing six to seven hundred yuan.
That¡¯s more than a thousand.
¡°I definitely can¡¯t ask for such a valuable thing. Still have to find a way to return it to Chen Yan.
After all, if you don¡¯t pay him back, how can you legitimately tell him that you don¡¯t want to fall in love and ask him not to bother you again?
Thinking of this, Yu Qiaoqiao was a little confused.
However, even if he paid it back, Chen Yan still spent the money and he had no way to return it. It's still equivalent to causing him to spend so much money.
Can you pretend that nothing happened?
For a time, Yu Qiaoqiao became even more distressed.
"Ring ring ring"
When the school bell rang, Yu Qiaoqiao patted her delicate and lovely face to cheer herself up.
You come to school to study hard. Put these things behind you first, so don¡¯t delay your studies.
"Yu Qiaoqiao! Come on!"
He clenched his little fists and gave himself a cute boost.
Yu Qiaoqiao turned around and returned to the classroom.
Back in the classroom, the roommates had dispersed and stopped chatting.
But Yu Qiaoqiao felt that there was something a little strange in the way other classmates looked at her.
yes
"Such a sensational confession so early in the morning must have spread throughout the department, right?"
It¡¯s flowers and it¡¯s from a movie, it¡¯s really eye-catching.
When she thought of this, Yu Qiaoqiao's face couldn't help but feel hot.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? How can I explain myself
In the next two classes, Yu Qiaoqiao has been trying to study hard and hard.
but
She found that no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn't seem to learn.
The "debt" of more than one thousand yuan echoed in her mind from time to time.
The weird looks the classmates looked at her just now were even more lingering in front of her eyes.
After two classes, she learned nothing.
The teacher is out of class. Yu Qiaoqiao closed the book angrily: The dean said that puppy love is harmful to people, and it is indeed true!
¡°I¡¯m not even in love yet, so I¡¯m not able to learn anymore!¡±
"Qiaoqiao. Let's go? Go to the cafeteria." At this moment, Zhao Ying, who was sitting in the next row, stood up and greeted Yu Qiaoqiao.
"Oh. Okay." Yu Qiaoqiao responded aggrievedly and quickly picked up the things.
At this moment, her cell phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated with a "buzz".
Then, there were two more "buzzing" vibrations.
Someone is looking for you?
Yu Qiaoqiao put down the book, then took out his mobile phone, looked at it, and found that he had received several text messages.
¡¾Qiaoqiao, I am Chen Yan. Sorry to bother you again. I'm here to apologize to you. ¡¿
¡¾I just replied to your WeChat message and found that you ignored me, so I took the liberty to send you a text message. ¡¿
¡¾ActuallyI lied to you these two days. I don't like you at all, and I don't want to pursue you. I'mactually an actor. ¡¿
A bunch of question marks appeared on Yu Qiaoqiao¡¯s head:? ?
What the hell!
actor? !
What does this have to do with lying to yourself?
She continued to look down, [I have been doing a required course for actors these days: liberating nature. There were some otherwell, accidents. ¡¿
¡¾This led to my confession this morning. ¡¿
¡¾Sorry for causing trouble to you. I am so sorry. ¡¿
Looking at Chen Yan¡¯s text message, Yu Qiaoqiao was stunned for a while. While her head was confused, she also discovered a ¡°problem¡± that was not related to the content of the text message.
She replied, [Why do you have my mobile phone number? ¡¿
"Buzzing."
Chen Yan, [given by Zhao Ying. ¡¿
Yu Qiaoqiao suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhao Ying who was stretching carelessly, biting her lips angrily, like a cute little milk cat (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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