To The Lovely You

   His accent, deliberately placed on the words "elsewhere", is thought provoking.

  Lan Feifei blushed and pinched his arm fiercely: "Be serious!"

   While she was talking, she chased He Chaoran and made trouble...

  He Chaoran quickly covered his clothes with his hands and begged for mercy: "Don't beat me, don't beat me, don't break my clothes! If you want to beat me, at least wait until I take off my clothes before hitting me!"

   Take off your clothes and fight again? Why is this sentence so thought-provoking?

  Three black lines appeared on Lan Feifei's forehead: He Chaoran, this academy super idol, is even more funny and wu than she imagined...

   At this moment, He Chaoran accidentally hit a row of ready-to-wear, and the whole person fell to the ground. The clothes on the hanger staggered and fell down, making a rustling sound...

   Fortunately, those clothes were used as buffers, but he was not injured, but he still pretended to be in unbearable pain on the surface.

   "Ah, my head hurts so much! Is it about to have a concussion?" He frowned, rubbed the back of his head, and a narrow smile crossed his light eyes.

   "No! You...don't scare me..." Lan Feifei's face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, "Look, what time is it?"

  He Chaoran's eyes narrowed slightly, with a blank look on his face: "It seems, is it five?"

  Lan Feifei's face was even more ugly, and he continued to ask eagerly: "Just think about it, how much is one plus one?"

   "One plus one equals... one?" He Chaoran's expression became even more dazed, "By the way, it may also be equal to zero..."

   It seems that this brain is really broken... Lan Feifei's mouth has begun to twitch, the game will start in a few days, and she must be sent to the hospital for treatment!

   So, she leaned down slowly and stretched out her hand towards him: "Get up, I'll call a car to take you to the hospital!"

  He Chaoran stretched out his hand laboriously and touched her fingertips slowly and slowly. The afternoon sun shone into the dressing room through the gap in the curtains, casting a halo at his fingertips.

   Just when Lan Feifei was about to reach out and pull him up, she suddenly found that He Chaoran's hand tightened, pulling her whole body down.

   She fell to the ground so defenselessly—or, to be more precise, fell on top of him.

   "Ah, it hurts!" He Chaoran groaned, but there was a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth.

  Lan Feifei quickly raised his head from his chest, looking at the smile on the corner of his mouth, and finally found that he had been tricked from beginning to end!

   "He Chaoran!" She angrily squeezed these three words out of her teeth, riding on him and facing him with a flurry of fists and legs, "How dare you play me!"

  He Chaoran covered his eyes halfway with his hands, smiling brighter than the sun in the room: "Hahahaha, who made you stupid! It's so easy to deceive..."

   He just lay on the ground and let her beat her, because her flower fists and embroidered legs were like tickles to him.

   At this moment, the door of the locker room suddenly opened. Hou Xiaoting was holding the pearl milk tea in one hand and a skewer in the other, eating deliciously...

   When she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned: "Tian Lalu, what are you two...what are you doing?"