My Sister is Fuji

Yan Lan curled her lips and said, "Come on, I exercise every day, and I just went for a run." She straightened her body, her loose school uniform outlined some hazy curves, "Thin and weak, I am taller than you; you If you eat fatter, you will look better. Would you like to accompany me to the gym to exercise at night, I have friends over there, and I can give you a discount."

Su Mu waved his hands in embarrassment, "Forget it, I'm not in good health, and I get gasped after running for a few steps, so I'd better stop exercising."

"If you are not in good health, you should exercise even more." Yan Lan said sincerely, "I used to have a friend who was as weak as you, but after exercising, his body has improved a lot, and he is as strong as a cow."

Su Mu shook his head when he heard "as strong as a cow".

Seeing this, Yan Lan said disappointedly: "Don't tell me that you have to do homework or play on the computer at night. You are too weak, so you are not afraid of being bullied." She said, pinching Su Mu's face.

Su Mu let her go, just smiled.

"The face is very soft." Yan Lan felt that she was kneading a ball of glutinous rice. It felt good and she couldn't put it down. "If someone bullies you, just tell me, and I will cover you."

"I'm afraid I'll trouble you at that time." Su Mu joked, not caring about Yan Lan's intimacy.

Yan Lan pinched Su Mu's face, moved her hand closer and closer to her ear, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend? I heard it was Xueqi?"

"Probably." Su Mu looked a little embarrassed.

"Yes or not, what does it mean? It's not straightforward at all." Yan Lan asked forcefully, thinking she knew Su Mu's character.

What, the emotional response was completely blank.

"Yes, it's my girlfriend." Su Mu whispered, looking around, looking immature and shy.

Yan Lan felt more and more interesting, and gently pinched Su Mu's earlobe with her fingernails, "Then do you mind having multiple girlfriends?"

Su Mu hurriedly pulled out.

In Yan Lan's eyes, it seemed that she was belatedly aware, and her reaction was a bit slow.Su Mu's distressed look was a little cute.

"Are you that timid? Or are your earlobes very sensitive?" Yan Lan touched her earlobe amusedly. There was a small hole in her ear.

Su Mu glanced at Yan Lan angrily, and when he turned his head back, his eyes flickered.

On the contrary, Yan Lan thought she had taken the initiative and thought he was sure of him, so she said with a cheerful smile, "Honestly, how about going shopping with me at night." She patted Su Mu's arm.

The two of them talked all the way, and they reached the stairs before they knew it.Go up one floor and you will arrive at the classroom.

at the stairs.

Zhixi was still wearing those rustic pink glasses and carrying a rustic schoolbag, she, with low self-esteem, found Yan Lan who was chatting and laughing with Su Mu.

Zhixi glanced at them conflictedly in her heart, and quickly looked away, wanting to run away.

Yanlan noticed Zhixi, smiled and stepped forward to pat Zhixi on the shoulder.

Su Mu also smiled kindly at Zhixi, Zhixi's eyes seemed to be wandering from side to side as if she had no place to rest, her head was lowered, and she was so stupid that she didn't even dare to answer.

Feeling bored, Yanlan put her hand on Zhixi's shoulder, stretched her head back, and asked Su Mu in a low voice, "How are you thinking?" Continue the topic just now.

Su Mu shook her head with a smile, and whispered, "I want to accompany Xueqi tonight."

Zhixi pursed her lower lips, Yanlan was very close to her, and vaguely heard their conversation, thinking in her heart: "Su Mu is very popular."

"Just take some time, I'm better than her!" Yan Lan winked at Su Mu confidently, entered the class, saw Xue Qi sitting on the table, and smiled at her.

Xue Qi smiled back and showed the brightest smile to Su Mu who came in from behind.I didn't notice anything wrong, I thought everything was normal.

Su Mu and the others sat back to their original positions, and Yan Lan said to Chen Muchun in the back seat, "Let me copy the homework."

Chen Muchun said helplessly: "I only have one homework this week, do it by myself." That's what he said, but he still gave her the homework.

"By the way, the first period is Chinese class. Give me the Chinese test paper first." Yan Lan said.

"I might as well give it all to you." Chen Muchun got angry and gave her all the homework, looked at the stack of blank examination papers in the next drawer, and sneered: "Lin Fei is going to die."

"What did she do?" Yan Lan took out her pen and asked curiously.

"She didn't bring back the test paper."

Yan Lan looked at Chen Muchun who was gloating, and said incomprehension: "How did she offend you?"

Mentioning this, Chen Muchun got angry, stretched out his left hand, and pointed to the underside of the little finger, where there was a light black pen scar, which stretched from the knuckle of the little finger to the wrist.

"She did it!" Chen Muchun said angrily, "There is something wrong with her brain."

"Did you mess with her somewhere?"

"She has a mental illness herself. She doesn't listen well in class, so she draws. It's fine to draw, but she keeps annoying me and asks me if I look good. She drew a woman, and I insisted that your man's drawing is pretty good, and then she Then he got angry and drew a horizontal stroke on my hand."

"It deserves it!" Yan Lan ignored him and concentrated on making up her homework.

Chen Muchun said unhappily: "She also has problems, okay, she has the biggest problem, OK? As for it!" Touching the back of his hand, he suddenly lowered his head, and said darkly: "Do you know the rumors? Every day when she is in class, would vomit in the toilet."

"Who did you hear that from?" Yan Lan was surprised and stopped writing.

"It's a rumor. Notes are popular in class recently, and I don't know who wrote them and who passed them on." Chen Muchun said, "Didn't you notice the scar on her hand? The scar under the index finger of her left hand."

"Pervert, you!" Yan Lan said contemptuously, observing that girls are so "delicate and meticulous", she is really a hooligan.

Chen Muchun has long been used to her sarcasm, and continued to say indifferently: "She is inducing vomiting! Generally, the left index finger is used to scratch the throat to induce vomiting; if you observe carefully, some food broadcasters also have this kind of scar on their hands; no wonder she is vomiting all day. You look sick." After speaking, the two fell into a brief silence.

Su Mu, who was listening behind, chewed on this seemingly useless information.

"This is definitely not a disease." Chen Muchun added a rare sentence.

Why is she vomiting?