Yan Luo faced Xue Ji who was in high spirits and walked out with despair. The mood of each person was completely different.

"Ronaldo!"

Uncle Shao stopped the distracted Yan Luo, held the wings of the mother spirit in one hand, and touched its head lovingly, with reluctance in his eyes, "Do you really want to eat it?"

The elder mother spirit seemed to have sensed the crisis of the impending storm, and stretched out her neck schemingly, rubbing gently on Uncle Shao's neck.

Yan Luo seemed to have a dark cloud hanging over her head instead of Xuexue Ji, blocking most of her bright life. She waved her hand gloomily, "Forget it."

It is still useful to keep it, at least it can still be used to respond to Yan Nanzhi at certain times.

"Then eat...?"

"Just that one." Yan Luo pointed casually, and by coincidence, it was the one that she had mistaken for the big mother spirit just now.

It's hard not to think it was deliberately targeted.

…

Yan Luo struggled despite learning from Ji and the strange "ridiculing" looks in her eyes all the way. Her high rate of return is no less than that of Yan Nanzhi who went crazy in public.

A trainee whom I was familiar with walked up to him. The first time he saw Yan Luo, he subconsciously turned around to leave. He turned around and reacted for a second before he felt something was wrong.

That's right, she is not a teacher, nor is she the head teacher or principal, so why is he running?

His electronic products were also confiscated, and he has a clear conscience!

...At least now I have a clear conscience.

So he turned around again and nodded coldly towards Yan Luo, "Hello, Xiao Luo."

Yan Luo's mood was not very beautiful, but he still nodded politely in response, but the expression on his face was obviously very stiff, "Hello."

The trainee was startled and waved his hand hesitantly in front of her eyes.

Yan Luo raised his eyes emotionlessly, "What are you doing?"

"Did you sleep on your stomach and your face became paralyzed?" His tone was a little worried, his face was solemn, and he comforted her earnestly, "I know, do you students often lie down on the table and fall asleep in the ten minutes after class?

There are quite a lot of occupational diseases among your students. For example, if you often fall asleep on the table, you may suffer from facial paralysis."

The more he talked, the more enthusiastic he became. Even if Yan Luo was a aunt in charge of them, she was still a aunt younger than him.

Although her popularity is more than a hundred million points higher than his now, no matter how confused he is, he can still be his brother!

He was so in love that he wanted to reach out and touch her head, but he found a foreign object lying on her head. He paused his hand in the air and said with some hesitation, "You... look pretty good."

Yan Luo twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a fake smile, "Thank you, this is my pet."

"Quite...cute."

He reluctantly praised this big tortoise lying on its owner's head, and he could actually see the emotion called "Dese" in its small eyes.

Xuexue Ji stared at his hands warily. If the ugly male human in front of him dared to put his salty pig claws on the top of Yan Luo's feet, it would definitely bite his claws to bits!

"Cute? Then I'll cut my love and put it on your head." Yan Luo managed to find a little highlight in her eyes, and then reached out to pick up Xuexueji in her hand.

"I suddenly realized that I have something else to do, so I have to leave first." With a serious look on his face, he waved to Yan Luo and ran away immediately.

What's the difference between supporting this bastard's program and shitting in public?

Yan Luo put Xue Ji back on his head and snorted, "Man."

"Yan Luo~Yan Luo~Yan Luo~Yan Luo~Xiaoyan~Xiao Luo~Luo Luo~Luo Bao~"

One wave after another emerged, and an extremely annoying old friend appeared in Yan Luo's sight, and his rippling voice sounded familiar.

Yan Luo rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Why is it that guy Yan Nanzhi again?

Why is he the only one who plays a supporting role in so many roles? Did he bring money to join the cast?

Huan Luo Bao, she thinks he is just an idiot.

Yan Nanzhi rushed forward happily, rushed in front of Yan Luo, and stopped her, "Why are you running?"

"I didn't run away." Yan Luo lied without blinking, "I was stretching."

Yan Nanzhi's eyes fell on Yan Luo's head, and he blurted out, "I'll go, you big bastard."

Yan Luo's resentment is worse than that of a ghost now, and there is a warning and threat in his eyes, "You'd better tell me something."

Yan Nanzhi shut up angrily, then put his wrist to the tip of her nose as if to show off, "Smell it, do I smell good?"

Yan Luo sniffed perfunctorily, the tip of his nose twitching slightly.

This scent is somewhat familiar.

"Smell Cangzhu again." Yan Nanzhi pulled Cangzhu over, who was walking slowly, and pushed him in Yan Luo's direction.

Cang Zhu cooperated and pointed her wrist in the direction of Yan Luo. Yan Luo sniffed it like a puppy and frowned even more tightly.

This smell is more familiar.

"How is it? Guess what scent this is?" Yan Nanzhi raised his eyebrows proudly at Yan Luo.

Yan Luo searched for the origin of these two familiar scents in his mind, successfully located a certain item, and made a firm conclusion, "Yours smells like answer cards, and his smells like pencils."

These two people are a bit interesting, one is a cos pencil and the other is a cos answer sheet.

"What does it smell like?" Yan Nanzhi almost doubted his ears.

"Answer sheet, pencil." Yan Luo repeated it affirmatively.

"What an unlucky scent!" Yan Nanzhi's face turned pale, "I have the scent of fir, and his has the scent of cedar. My makeup sister said that the domineering presidents in romance novels often wear these two scents, okay?"

Don’t they all say that domineering CEOs always smell cold, cold and unattainable, smelling of cedar and fir? How could this be?!

He sniffed his wrist in disbelief, it seemed that it really looked like it, and sniffed again.

I went there and the more I smelled, the more similar it became.

Cang Zhu stood beside him and turned to stone silently, with the same dull look on his face.

He and Yan Nanzhi, as two aristocratic children who had never been exposed to perfume and had never seen the world, were extremely excited when they heard the description of the makeup sister. They came to Yan Luo as if they were offering treasures. Unexpectedly, they got answers to questions.

The smell of cards and pencils.

Yan Luo saw the two big dogs in front of her who had obviously become gloomy and lost. She... was in a good mood. She was feeling better now. She was not the only one who was depressed.

She patted them both on the shoulders and reminded them kindly, "Have a good rest. We have to go to the amusement park tomorrow morning."

Her steps became brisk, and she slipped between the two tall teenagers and returned to her dormitory happily.

Yan Luo's dinner was spent happily enjoying stewed goose in an iron pot with the uncles and aunts under the resentful eyes of many trainees who were eating cucumbers.

Of course, there is also a small TV that constantly plays the incoming wave of zombies.

——

Early the next morning.

Yan Luo just woke up and received a thick stack of documents in a brown paper bag.

"What is this?" She yawned, her eyes were sleepy and her consciousness had not yet returned.

"Guess." The brother of the planning team winked at her mysteriously.

"My salary?" Yan Luo weighed the cowhide bag and began to dream.

"You'll know when you open it and take a look."

He is still mysterious.

Is it really her salary? Yan Luo woke up more than half, opened the bag and took out the contents.

Not a salary, but dozens of thick sheets...

Yan Luo's vitality suddenly weakened a bit. He casually glanced at the big characters on it, and his pupils shook violently——

Life? Death? Status!

Depend on?
Chapter completed!