After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

The uncle shook the newspaper in his hand, smiled and said, "Chuancheng is all Kaka."

Chuancheng?

Frowning after thinking for a while.

Jiang Yao suddenly realized.

He slapped his thigh violently and shouted loudly, "Is that the place where the hot pot is delicious?!"

"Right." The smile in the uncle's eyes grew stronger.

Speaking of food.

Especially the spicy ones.

Miss Jiang was in high spirits.

She pulled the chair next to her and sat down, straightened up, her tone full of excitement, "Uncle, Uncle, tell me about your hot pot."

"I'll tell you if you're interested."

As soon as the uncle put the newspaper on the table, he turned his foot up and started flirting with Jiang Yao.

Miss Jiang listened with gusto.

after awhile.

There was a knock on the window of the guard's room.

Jiang Yao looked up.

It turned out that Uncle Lin had come.

Immediately got up from the chair.

The beautiful deer eyes are too bright, "Uncle Lin, you are finally here!"

She ran out of the guard room in three steps at a time, and the uncle had carefully opened the door for them in advance.

Uncle Lin was carrying two large lunch boxes.

His face was as cheerful as ever, "I'm afraid Miss won't be able to eat well at school. Your Aunt Miao insisted on packing a lot of things today, so she was delayed for a while."

The tip of my heart suddenly felt warm.

The little girl's head shook like a rattle, and the two little rattles shook accordingly.

She frowned, "It's okay, it's okay, just say thank you to Aunt Miao for me."

Uncle Lin nodded with a smile, and said, "Then I will carry it up for Miss."

Jiang Yao frowned and thought for a while.

Then refuse.

"No need, Uncle Lin, I'll take it up by myself later."

"But..."

Uncle Lin looked at the two boxes in his hands, and frowned, "It's a bit heavy, I'm afraid the lady can't carry it."

"I can, I can, I can do it!"

Jiang Yao quickly expressed his opinion.

If you can't carry it, just call Yan Zhi.

The trick is repeated.

What a clever little ghost she is!

Seeing Jiang Yao's resolute attitude, Uncle Lin had no choice but to follow her, "The lady can't handle it, remember to ask my classmates to help."

The little girl nodded desperately.

Then he urged Uncle Lin to go back quickly.

Uncle Lin had no choice but to put down the box in his hand, "Then I'll go back first?"

Jiang Yao continued to smile and nodded.

When Uncle Lin turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something, and she yelled at Uncle Lin, "Uncle Lin! Let Aunt Miao cook hot pot tonight, okay?"

What the uncle said just now made her feel hungry.

Uncle Lin responded.

Walk to the front of the car and drive away.

Miss Jiang stared at the two big boxes in front of her, her eyes full of eagerness to try.

In fact, she felt that she was quite strong.

Bend slightly.

Climb up the handles of the two boxes.

Mention.

A few seconds passed.

Good guy!

Don't move!

Jiang Yao, "..."

She touched her chin and looked at the two lunch boxes carefully.

The material is wood, about thirty centimeters wide, but the height reaches her knees.

It is estimated that there should be two or three floors.

Miss Jiang didn't believe in evil, she felt that she was too strong, so she climbed onto the handle again.

Increase the intensity and lift it up again.

Really brought it up!

Jiang Yao's eyes lit up, and before she could be happy, she was pulled down by the weight of the box again.

Jiang Yao, "..."

After confirming the eyes, it is the person who can't lift two at the same time.

She was in trouble, and raised her eyes to look into the guard room.

The uncle had already fallen asleep with the newspaper covering his face.

Yep, no help.

She originally thought that at least she could get to the teaching building, and then she called Yan Zhi for help.

In this way, you can cook and communicate with the male god +1.

Kill two birds with one stone.

In the end... and what a fart to communicate, she couldn't even make it to the teaching building.

But there is no way.

"Hey, it seems that I can only run twice."

Miss Jiang looked at the 30-degree sun, wrinkled her face, and resigned herself to her fate.

Lift the slightly lighter one on the left with both hands.

Still a little hard.

Anyway, it was brought up.

She took small, difficult steps and staggered towards the teaching building.

The sun was shining brightly overhead.

After a while, the sweat on Jiang Yao's forehead began to drip down drop by drop.

She couldn't help crying, "What kind of human suffering is this!"

Sudden.

A pair of black shoes appeared in front of him.