The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

Gu Minghui and Ruan Tang were already very familiar with each other. After hearing Ruan Tang's joking words, he in turn teased Ruan Tang and Wen Xuan.

But no matter what she said, Ruan Tang and Wen Xuan would not be embarrassed.

Zhao Chen thought she was too stupid, so he pulled her and said, "Stop using this method. It's useless. If you talk too much, are we all eating dog food?"

Gu Minghui: "..."

That seems to be true.

She who just made fun of Wen Xuan and Ruan Tang was just like the fool who kept reaching for candy even though she was choking to death.

"You two sit down and chat slowly while we clean first."

Gu Minghui learned the lesson and stopped talking.

But within a minute of the fire, she collapsed again, "This house is too big. If I had known that I had to clean it myself, I would have been the first to draw the lot. Maybe Zhao Chen and I are sitting in your seats now." Get some rest.”

Zhao Chen laughed at her and said, "It's better to be realistic and stop dreaming. Even if we have a chance to grab Teacher Wen's house, Teacher Wen may not be lucky enough to grab ours. All his luck was spent on Ruan Dong alone."

Gu Minghui immediately said, "It's my fault, my fault, for forgetting such an important thing. Teacher Wen, you won't blame me, right?"

Ruan Tang: "...I won't blame you. Please clean up quickly, otherwise I'm really worried that you won't be able to catch up with dinner."

Upon hearing this, Gu Minghui immediately became motivated.

Only today's lunch is free. Next, they have to risk their lives to get the ingredients and eat. They must not miss the free lunch.

It was so interesting to watch Gu Minghui and Zhao Chen work. In just five minutes, Ruan Tang laughed more than ten times. He laughed so much that he felt a stomachache and even Gu Minghui couldn't work anymore.

When Ruan Tang smiled, she giggled along with him. The more he laughed, the more crazy he became. The hands he laughed with became soft, as if he had lost his bones and muscles, and he couldn't even pick up the towel.

Out of humanitarian concern, Ruan Tang watched for a while and then left. Otherwise, if she had stayed, Gu Minghui might not have been able to work.

"Sea of ​​clouds?"

When he saw the road sign, Ruan Tang asked the director, "So you can really see the sea of ​​clouds?"

The director said that it would only be spectacular if you go in the morning, with the smoke filling the air and the mountains and rivers looming, making you feel like you are in a fairyland.

Wen Xuan immediately asked Ruan Tang if he wanted to go, and the director immediately said that it was a bit far, and if he walked, he would have to climb a mountain, and it might not take him an hour to get there.

But it can be much faster if you take a tour bus specifically.

Ruan Tang thought for a while and said he wouldn't go now. He wanted to go to the mall to visit?

When he arrived at the mall, Ruan Tang immediately rushed to the sports store and took a fancy to the blue and white sportswear with white base.

"Wen Xuan, look at it, does it look like the uniform of your school at that time?" Ruan Tang took one and marked it on Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan smiled softly, "The school uniforms are still like this now, but I think they look pretty, right?"

In fact, he even bought school uniforms that were used by others, but he still cherished them and always washed them cleanly.

Ruan Tang: "I think it will look good on us. I bought two sets. It will suit the dormitory we live in now."

The director was holding back his laughter until he almost died.

Two students just passed by. Without seeing the faces of Ruan Tang and Wen Xuan, I heard someone say that the school uniforms look good, and then said with disgust that these two people must have bad eyesight.

Couple with bad eyesight?

Anyway, he knew clearly that after this program was broadcast, the children at Wen Xuan's alma mater would definitely cry.

The school uniform has been praised by famous and outstanding alumni, and I am afraid that the school will not be willing to change it in a hundred years.