The cannon fodder of quick time travel loves jumping

Chapter 45

Qiao Zhen relied on the original owner's memory to go to the class, Class [-], Senior Three. She looked at the very few dyed hair in the class, and her complicated mood finally eased.

It stands to reason that teenagers around the age of 17 should have their own aesthetics, but now, after all, is the time when Shama Te is popular, and it is understandable that the aesthetics are influenced by others, but they are influenced... a bit too much.

No one is qualified to laugh at other people's aesthetics, but there is something annoying about Sha Matt, in a word, work.Especially capable.

Treating alternative aesthetics as a personality is more or less an attitude that everyone is drunk and I am alone, and some even directly refuse any answer other than themselves.

And Chu Zhao, the object of the task, is one of them.

Qiao really managed to ease her mood, and her forehead began to ache again.

A 1.8-meter-high boy walked by him. He had flaxen fluffy short curly hair, deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. He looked like he was of mixed race, and he stood out among the students.

When he passed by Qiao Zhen's seat, he accidentally caught her schoolbag strap, and then the schoolbag fell to the ground, and the books and homework inside were scattered all over the floor.

The boy said sorry, then squatted down to pack his homework and books. He looked at Chu Chu who was rolling on the ground, "Is this a simulation doll?"

Qiao Zhen didn't blush, and replied without a beat: "Yes, because it is custom-made, it looks like the real thing, right?" She picked up the motionless Chu Chu, and then turned its tail, "It can also blink Eye."

Chu Chu blinked her eyes cooperatively.

As a little squirrel without animal rights, Chu Chu could only succumb to Qiao Zhen's lust.

But he was the boy who was lying on the tree and peeping at Qiao Zhen. He watched the little squirrel jump into the schoolbag as if he understood what people said. Now he saw the little squirrel letting Qiao Zhen play with him.

Probably because of his age, his surprised expression was not well hidden. Qiao Zhen only thought that he was admiring this fake and simulated little squirrel.

Chu Zhao, who was in the back row of Qiao Zhen, saw that they were getting along very well. After a while, he raised his head at 45 degrees and looked at the sky with melancholy. It was probably Ming Mei's sadness.

I'm sorry, but his soaring red hair is too much of a drama.

Qiao Zhen put all the things on the table, "Everything is brought up, I don't need to trouble you."

"Well, I was really sorry just now." The cute boy apologized again for the fake and careless just now.

Qiao Zhen buried her head in arranging things, her movements were capable yet gentle, in short, she set up the original owner's character very well.

【Chuchu, for a pretentious person like Chu Zhao, can I convince him? 】

"Hey" [Wai Yi, but the premise is that no collapse is allowed. 】

[Then can I change the persona? 】

"Hey" [It is broad, but the premise is not obtrusive. 】

【Oh. 】

Chu Chu felt that such a Qiao was really dangerous.

"Wen Zhen! The class bell has already been rang, and if you are in a daze, go out!" The old woman swept Qiao Zhen with sharp eyes.

Qiao Zhen came back to her senses. She looked at the homeroom teacher and math teacher who was dressed in black professional attire and had thick black-rimmed eyes on the bridge of her nose. She stood up and said sincerely, "Ms. Li, I was wrong."

Teacher Li saw that Qiao Zhen had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, so she waved Qiao Zhen to sit down. "Don't take this as an example." She turned around and pressed her fingers on the blackboard. "There are still two weeks before the execution ground, can you be a little nervous? You are all students with good grades in school. If you work harder in the last two weeks, you will definitely have a chance to be admitted to the school." From a top school!"

Qiao Zhen looked at the white number on the blackboard: 14.

This means that she is about to be at the mercy of her job and cannot resist.Life without love.JPG
Qiao Zhen listened to the class all afternoon in a daze. It wasn't that she didn't understand, but that she really didn't want to hear it. She had learned the same content a hundred and eighty times in different planes.

When it was finally dinner time, Qiao Zhen put the homework she had written on the desk, and she got up and went to the cafeteria to have dinner.

It is worthy of being a noble school full of Mary Su atmosphere, it has everything you need, such as Japanese food, Western food, Sichuan food and street food.

Qiao Zhen reservedly ordered a large plate of beef noodles. Even though she inherited the original owner's dining memory with style, she still couldn't resist the temptation of beef noodles.

Chu Zhao was holding a plate, which was full of colorful food, which was very gorgeous. He sat opposite Qiao Zhen and used a fork to pick up a small lump of black chocolate cake, "Black is what it yearns for, and I never had this color , please let it fill my missing color and make my life complete."

"Pfft—" Qiao Zhen sprayed face on the dining table, she pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, then took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped the table clean.Knock in!Chu Zhao may want to laugh at her to death, and then inherit her IQ.

Chu Zhao looked at the noodles and juice sprayed out by Qiao Zhen, and put his hand on his forehead, "It was once full of vitality in the field, it was cruelly harvested, peeled, and crushed, but now it is abandoned by you again, and it will last a lifetime. How sad!"

Qiao Zhen couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly, this is more than just killing Matt, this is simply out of the scope of normal brain circuits.She saw the cute boy paper, so she got up holding the bowl and walked to sit opposite the boy paper, "Do you mind?"

The boy shook his head, "No."

Qiao Zhen looked at the beautiful and delicious face on the opposite side, and her appetite was greatly increased. She whispered: "It's useless to mind, I've already sat down."

"My name is Gu Chen, and I'm sitting behind you."

"Huh?" Qiao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

Gu Chen explained: "I mean the seats in the class."

Qiao Zhen looked at Gu Chen and then at Chu Zhao, "Isn't Chu Zhao behind me?"

"Yes, I'm next to Chu Zhao." Gu Chen smiled slightly, that smiling face was like a needle, poking Qiao Zhen's blood groove, leaving her bleeding.

Qiao really blamed Auntie for almost revealing her attributes. She blushed and immediately lowered her head, "You and Chu Zhao are really different. Sitting together, they seem to be two extremes."

A pretty and pure girl, she was wearing a pure white jasmine dress, "Gu Chen, can I sit here?"

Gu Chen looked up at Qiao Zhen, "?"

"Of course." Qiao Zhen smiled gently, showing eight standard white teeth.

Sitting next to Qiao Zhen, the younger sister had a beautiful smile on her face, "Hi, my name is An Erle."

Qiao Zhen's mood was even more complicated. Anerle was a brand of diapers and aunt's towels, and the name sister paper was very capricious. "Hi, my name is Wen Zhen."

Chu Zhao raised his dazzling red hair, and then sat beside Gu Chen with his plate.

So the current position is that Chu Zhao and Gu Chen are on the side, and An Erle and Qiao Zhen are opposite them.Fortunately, Qiao Zhen was facing Gu Chen, otherwise her eyes might hurt when she went back at night.

Chu Zhao wanted to charm An Erle with his killing spirit, he raised his forehead slightly, "Hello, my name is Chu Zhao."

An Erle gave Chu Zhao a smile like a lotus without hesitation, "Hello, my name is An Erle."

Qiao Zhen and Gu Chen looked at each other, and then they both ate dinner in silence.Qiao Zhen was afraid that Chu Zhao's mouth would cramp suddenly and say something strange, so she ate very small mouthfuls.

I saw Chu Zhaoyang smearing the pink strawberry on his hair, and his rather delicate eyebrows wrinkled, "An'erle, there is a touch of pink in your name, I will give you this strawberry growing on the flames, with You are enough."

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