Rebirth: Refusing to be a bootlicker, the goddess school beauty is anxious

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"Jiang Che is indeed amazing, but so what? There are so many people in this world that he cannot get!"

On the forum, a comment like this appeared in Jiang Che's video collection.

As soon as the comment came out, within 30 seconds, 20 people liked it, and several comments and replies made Wu Xiaomin want to shout, "I am not alone in my path."

As a result, when I opened the reply content, I saw...

"Puchi!"

"You are not talking about yourself, are you?"

"I am dying of laughter!"

Wu Xiaomin was about to start the line on the spot. Just as she was about to type, another comment popped up:

"I am not a fan of Jiang Che. I am just a passerby student. I saw your comment and couldn't help but say something. No matter who it is, there are so many people who can't get it. If you want to mock, you should say: there are so many people who want to get it but can't get it. But before you say anything, you have to think about whether this situation exists. Otherwise, it will be considered as a rumor and slander of me!"

She was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to reply. She held the phone for a long time and for the first time had the idea of ​​deleting her own comment.

"Mom... going abroad? Yeah, I know. Jiang Che and I... are still the same. I won't take the initiative. Even if he gave up Tsinghua and Peking University to come to Zhejiang University for me, what can he do? If he doesn't take the initiative to apologize to me, I can't pay attention to her. Mom, I'm in the bathroom. I won't talk to you anymore. Bye."

At this time, Su Rongyin's voice came faintly from the bathroom.

Wu Xiaomin's small green bean eyes suddenly opened wide, digesting these words in disbelief.

Click.

The bathroom door opened.

Su Rongyin, who came out after washing her face, saw Wu Xiaomin and said in surprise: "Xiaomin, didn't you go to watch the debate? Why are you back?"

"It's boring. The more I watch, the angrier I get. The female debater is so bad. I want to go up and grab the microphone..." Wu Xiaomin explained.

"Oh, okay, I thought you would all be back very late."

Su Rongyin smiled and prepared to go out for dinner with her bare face. In fact, she doesn't wear makeup most of the time.

Wu Xiaomin quickly replied in the comment area: "Of course it's not me. I said this, so there must be such a situation. As for who it is... I won't say much now, you will know it later."

After replying, she quickly chased after Su Rongyin who was walking out of the dormitory: "Rongyin, wait for me! I'll go with you!"

Walking beside Su Rongyin, Wu Xiaomin herself had an unfounded sense of superiority. Now, her back was straighter...

There were police cars on both sides of the road, and a row of roadblocks guided the passing vehicles. Jiang Che's mobile phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was Wang Zhuang calling: "Mr. Jiang, it's bad. I was caught driving under the influence. Don't go in the direction I'm going."

"I'm already at the intersection for checking drunk driving. My car will be next." Jiang Che said.

"Ah? Then why do you sound so calm? Have you accepted your fate?" Wang Zhuang asked in a puzzled tone with a northeastern accent.

"I found a designated driver."

Jiang Che, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took a sip of the canned Coke. When he passed by, he saw the detained Wang Zhuang and raised the can to signal him.

Wang Zhuang wanted to cry but had no tears...

"I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine together, but it's not like the youth's travel!"

Jiang Che held the can and recited a poem to the window and returned to school.

Wang Zhuang was taken into the police car and was not seen again until fifteen days later. He said goodbye to driving for five years.

A drinking party, two lives...

The autumn wind is getting stronger, and the cold wind is as bleak as a knife.

Some people in later generations said that the north was just frozen skin and frozen flesh, not really cold, while the cold in the south was bone-chilling cold, which was AP damage.

Jiang Che did not agree with this.

What kind of physical injury or legal injury, no matter frozen skin and frozen flesh, or bone-chilling cold, they are all the same.

Without thick clothes, nothing can stand it.

The first night of the temperature drop.

A group of old men in the dormitory insisted on inviting Jiang Che.

Jiang Che invited them, so they invited him back, as a courtesy, and arranged the three-piece college set directly.

Drink some wine, sing some songs, and spend the whole night in the Internet cafe.

While squatting in the Internet cafe, Jiang Che went to the trunk to get cigarettes and accidentally found a small hand-sewn cloth bag.

Open the bag and take a look.

There are several pairs of hand-sewn insoles inside!

Jiang Che had seen this style of insoles in Xiao Xiaoyu's shoes, and he had also seen Zhou Lian sew them. He immediately realized that these were insoles made by Zhou Lian for himself, and he didn't know when they were put in the trunk.

He took out a pair and stuffed them into his shoes.

It fits perfectly!

"It should be the size I measured when I fell asleep last time."

Jiang Che stamped his feet, and the pure cotton insole stepped on his feet. A strong warmth surged from his feet to his heart.

Jiang Che left after playing for a while. It was okay to play for a while, but staying up late was too harmful to the body. He had advised these three batches of people, but no one listened, so Jiang Che didn't say anything.

Don't persuade gambling to go to prostitutes, and don't persuade prostitutes to go to prostitutes.

The same principle applies to staying up all night on the Internet.

Looking at the yellow leaves falling like jade in the wind outside the car window, that is a signal that autumn has begun to be driven away by winter.

It's really cold.

It's time to put on more clothes.

Jiang Che glanced in the direction of the co-pilot.

I wonder if she brought thick clothes...