The Ace Girl of Campus Rebirth

"I'm going, you listen!" The watermelon-headed boy followed Yang Zijun closely. He listened to Sitong's words and tugged at the corner of Yang Zijun's clothes.

The group of girlfriends of Yang Zijun's brother all looked in Sitong's direction.

Apparently he heard what Si Tong said.

"Tong Tong..." Wu Zhiyue looked at Si Tong with some worry.

"Vixen, you're lying to me again!" A girl standing not far from the watermelon-headed boy yelled angrily.

The reason why he shouted so excitedly was because last time, the girlfriend of the boy with the caliper head broke up with the boy with the caliper head not long after she ran away in anger after seeing the caliper head staring at Sitong with a fascinated look on her face.

The relationship between the boys like Yang Zijun and their respective girlfriends is that they can get along well with their boyfriends, and they also want their so-called friends and lovers to get together harmoniously.

It forms a relationship where "everyone falls in love together, has a good time together, and lets others envy them."

Here, Sitong's gloomy eyes darkened slightly.

"Forget it, let me ask the teacher how to use the sickle." The girl who was standing next to Si Tong and just asked Si Tong how to use the sickle to harvest rice quickly turned around and ran away.

He was sharp-eyed and saw that Yang Zijun and this group of people were coming with bad intentions, and he didn't want to get involved in the dispute between Sitong and them.

"Qiqi, stop talking. It's quite evil. Last time she asked Zhou Zhihang if he was ready to accept the punishment of Satan from hell. Within two days, something happened to Zhou Zhihang. Fortunately, no one was killed."

One girl pulled at the girl who said Si Tong was a vixen and muttered something.

Zhou Zhihang is the boy with the caliper head. He wasn't there because something happened.

"How can it be so evil?" Yang Zijun hooked his chin with his thumb and stared at Sitong's whole body.

It's full of the kind of "appreciation" that boys have for girls.

Yang Zijun cursed, why hasn't Si Tong come to beg him to help her reconcile with Wu Zhiyue? Otherwise, you can make that request yourself.

A little girl like this would probably agree to go to bed with her if she just lied to her for a few words.

Wei Qi, the girl who said Si Tong was a vixen, certainly didn't believe it. Just as she was about to speak, Wu Zhiyue, who had been silent, spoke up: "That's enough! That's enough for you!"

Very loud sound.

Wu Zhiyue's face never looked good. She didn't want them to say that to Si Tong.

"Let's go, don't disturb Tongtong." After shouting, Wu Zhiyue's voice was unusually soft when she said this.

Wu Zhiyue turned around, not daring to let Si Tong see her haggard or tearful face.

But Wei Qi, the girl who said Si Tong was a vixen, refused to count. She crossed her arms and wanted to vent her anger on the girl who broke up with Zhou Zhihang because of Si Tong. She used this short talk to be aggressive towards Si Tong:

"Give me back your giant scythe, yours? Phew, giant scythe, that's the mythical scythe of the God of Death, okay! Returning the scythe of the God of Death to you, it's yours, how did it become yours? Haha!"

Yang Zijun, Xiguatou, and a group of boys and girls all looked at Sitong.

Wu Zhiyue turned around shamelessly.

At the moment when everyone was ridiculed by Wei Qi's teasing voice.

"Want to try it out to see how sharp it is?" A faint female voice sounded softly.

"What?" Wei Qi was stunned.

Everyone was puzzled.

At that moment, everyone didn't understand the meaning of Si Tong's words.

Si Tong stretched forward one hand on his right side.

Then, what suddenly appeared from Si Tong's hand, as well as Si Tong's next move, compared with what she just said, actually made everyone present, including Wei Qi and Yang Zijun, scared to the point of peeing!

Everyone is shocked! ——

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A certain cigarette: Mio, refer to them!

Mio: (Silently pointing the death scythe at the doomsday fireworks)

A group of pitiful doomsday fireworks: Woo hoo, it's all gone...

A certain cigarette: This is right!

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is——

A certain cigarette: Hey! Ouch! Don't hit...don't hit me, Mio-sama, I was wrong, I was wrong, I am such a fool, I actually want to use you to ask for votes! Woohoo!

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