damaged

This week's time is not short, nor is it long.

Some people were happy when she came back, but in terms of quantity, many people were still unhappy.

Usually some people can't understand Zhang Ailin's style, and now she and Xiaohua are having an unpleasant fight. There are so few people in the school who quickly get together to discuss some great plan.

There was a man named Bu Congming, who was not only unhappy, but also angry when he saw Zhang Ailin's figure.

Talk more and talk less, but it is just a word of "love".

Bu Congming, he has liked Xiaohua from a long time ago.Tian Tian is a stalker who is relentless and stalking.But Xiaohua thinks that Bu Smart is ugly and his mind is not bright, so she doesn't want to accept this favor.

It was said that Zhang Ailin was obsessed with Xiao Hua and made trouble in the principal's office.When Bu Congming heard this, he slapped his thigh, is that okay?

Surreptitiously lying around, looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally got this picture of Irene.

He just wanted to add some unhappiness to Zhang Ailin's life.

As soon as Zhang Ailin came to her seat, she saw that her books were all soaked in water, and the pages were all glued together, and the wind that ran in from the window couldn't blow them away.

She was carrying a shoulder bag, her hands on the bag were tightly clenched, and she looked down at the things on her table that had been moved expressionlessly.

Many of the surrounding students squinted their eyes and secretly looked at Zhang Ailin. There was a mocking smile in their eyes and on the corners of their mouths.

Most of them came to see the joke.

Zhang Ailin has never even touched most of these books.It's not that I love it, it's that I don't take these things as my own at all.

She stretched out her hand and flipped through the pages.This can also be regarded as her first close contact with textbooks.

Touch the next page, that page is not dry yet.Zhang Ailin flicked her hand and left the book on the table with a bang.

She rubbed her fingers, the thing on the book was sticky, it wasn't water, and she didn't know what it was.

Under the eager eyes of almost everyone in the class, Zhang Ailin walked to the door, pulled the trash can to the seat, lifted the table, and dumped it inside.

This book is completely trash.

Everyone was surprised that Zhang Ailin passed by so calmly.

The most worrying thing was the rubbing sound against the floor when she pulled and changed the table.

Seeing Zhang Ailin sitting on her seat, looking out of the window as if nothing happened.

This little devil is a painting of time and tranquility.Everyone felt incredible.

In fact, in her heart, Zhang Ailin is not so thin and elegant.

Not only scolding her own mother, but even the other party's relatives and friends for eighteen generations, she gritted her teeth and scolded all over in her heart.

At this moment, her mentality exploded to the extent that it was no less than the two atomic bombs that exploded during World War II.

But no matter how angry she was, she knew that what she was expressing now was useless.

She is in the light, others are in the dark.

She endured, determined to die together, and waited for the man to jump out on his own initiative.

"Good. Very good." Zhang Ailin turned her head to look at the bird jumping on the tree outside the window, and quickly tapped the table with her nails, making an impatient and rapid sound.

After school, Meng Wenjun waited for Zhang Ailin at the school gate as usual.

As soon as they met and saw Zhang Ailin with a gloomy face, Meng Wenjun knew that what he heard today was true.

He straightened up from the wall he was leaning against, stretched out his arms, and smiled brightly, intending to pat Irene on the shoulder.Concerned about the injury on her shoulder, she withdrew her hand.

"What's wrong today?" Meng Wenjun asked knowingly.

With such a bright sunny smile on his face, Zhang Ailin really wanted to pull out his white teeth.

She just walked forward and ignored him.

Meng Wenjun turned around and followed her.

Halfway on the way, Zhang Ailin couldn't hold back a word, almost shouting: "I'm so mad!"

The aunt who was so surprised that she was pushing a small cart on the side of the road to buy vegetables hurriedly looked over. Meng Wenjun smiled embarrassedly at the aunt and shrugged.

"Who dares to do that?" Meng Wenjun raised her ponytail while walking with Zhang Ailin, "The hair is blown."

"Don't let me catch him." Zhang Ailin stared, almost squeezing out these words from the roots of her teeth.

"No wonder I heard today that you, little demon king, are not doing anything. It turns out that you are going to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger." Meng Wenjun joked.

Looking at the angry Zhang Ailin, Meng Wenjun was very happy.

His face couldn't bear his joy at all.

In addition to the fake smile on the face, it is the sadness in my heart.

Meng Wenjun wanted to see more different emotions from her, which should be what a normal person should have.Rather than a cold skin.

Zhang Ailin's angry expression and movements were reflected in his heart frame by frame through his eyes.

He is so happy.

He was so happy that he was about to jump up.

Unlike Meng Wenjun's joy, Bu Congming was so happy that he could be regarded as elated.Almost started to drink the celebration wine.

"She's scared." Bu Congming curled his lips, lowered his eyes, imitating an aggrieved look.Pretend it was Eileen Chang.

Immediately, everyone burst into laughter.

"Let's go, let's go to Xiaohua to claim credit." Bu Congming shook his head and said hehe.

Everyone advised him: "What's the hurry?"

Bu Congming is really in a hurry, can you not be in a hurry, Xiao Hua has been in a daze for three months and hasn't said a word to him.He eagerly waited for this opportunity.

Not long after the break, a few days later, I slipped into the classroom of Zhang Ailin's class early in the dark, picked up the chalk, and sketched his masterpiece stroke by stroke.

Here.He completely annoyed Zhang Ailin.

Just like yesterday, she entered the classroom, stood at the back of the classroom, and looked at the chalk words on the blackboard calmly under the sneering eyes of a group of people.

The blackboard is full of bad words.

The key point is that the writing on the blackboard is so ugly that the insult index doubles.

Zhang Ailin clenched her fists, resisting the urge to smash the blackboard into pieces, closed her mouth tightly, and remained silent.

Finally, it was Wang Bing who came in, picked up the blackboard eraser, stretched out his arm, waved it, and wiped the handwriting clean.

Zhang Ailin was suddenly targeted by an unknown person. The whole grade knew about it, and Zhou Zhou was no exception.

After hearing this story, Zhou Zhou couldn't figure out what he was thinking.On weekdays, when I hear something about other people, I forget it in a blink of an eye.

Only the three words Zhang Ailin were added. For some reason, they couldn't be erased from my mind.

She felt a little strange.

What's even more strange is that when I notice someone in my mind, I always seem to meet that person in various ways in real life.Zhang Ailin has been appearing frequently recently.

Go to a supermarket and turn around.

The classrooms are obviously not on the same floor. When she went to pour water, she happened to wash her hands there.

When school is over, she can always be seen walking with Meng Wenjun.It's just that Meng Wenjun was grinning, but she seemed a little unhappy.

Recalling the takeaway that rained that day, Zhou Zhou thought in his heart that he couldn't owe her this favor.The transfer was one thousand, which was a little too much.

You can't give her money directly. In that case, the embarrassment of that day will be exposed directly.

Zhou Zhou thought about it, and there was only one way in his mind: buy her a gift, and then make up an excuse.

Having made up his mind, he was contemplating a plan when, suddenly, the small gang in the class burst into laughter, interrupting Zhou Zhou's thoughts.

"Zhang Ailin is really miserable. She was scolded bloody." A girl said with joy as she brushed her hair.

"But, don't you think she's somewhat handsome?" said the short-haired girl.

The long-haired girl snorted coldly, flicked the head of the girl in front of her, and said, "You're nothing to do with yourself, hang on high. It's like she has a mental problem. She has never been a classmate who has nothing to do with the school." Mess with?

Take the last time, when he was walking on the road, she went up with a stick and hit him behind him, breaking his leg, because she was in a bad mood? "

The short-haired girl stared, stuck out her tongue, and said nothing.

"I hope that such a person is as far away from me as possible. Dangerous."

Hearing their conversation, Zhou Zhou felt mixed feelings in his heart.

The little devil they talked about, who did all kinds of evil and could not distinguish between good and evil, or the person she saw with her own eyes who would return her the money deducted in rainy days, which one was the real Zhang Ailin?

Ah, what a mess.

"I don't have time to spend energy on things like this."

Zhou Zhou meditated in his heart, and rubbed his forehead with his knuckles, trying to calm down his mind.

She wants to earn enough money early, get admitted to the ideal university early, and leave here early.

Thinking of this, she started to pack her books and prepare to leave the classroom, trying her best not to listen to these irrelevant people and things.

But as soon as he walked to the first floor of the teaching building, this insignificant person appeared in front of him.

Zhang Ailin was carrying her bag and was about to leave the teaching building and walked towards the school gate.

Suddenly, on top of her head, a bucket of water splashed down like this, making her look like a dog in the water.

Then, from the window on the second floor, there was a burst of rough laughter.

There was no time to figure out whether her clothes were soaked, Zhang Ailin quickly raised her head to find the source of the laughter.

When she saw Bu Congming holding a blue bucket in his hand, and his proud big head flashing past the window, the resentment in her heart for the past few days suddenly dissipated.

"You like playing with water, don't you?" Zhang Ailin stared at the window where Bu Congming fled in a hurry, with a sly smile involuntarily on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, perhaps out of pity, or perhaps out of gratitude for the rainy day, Zhou Zhou rushed to Zhang Ailin's side in one stride, raised his head, and shouted loudly to the windows above his head: "It's too much! ?!"

Bu Congming had already run away, and no one answered her.

There were a few on the side of the road, looking at Zhou Zhou in amazement, Zhang Ailin actually had someone to support her?

After Zhou Zhou shouted this voice, he looked over to Zhang Ailin and asked, "Are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, he was facing her speechless eyes.

With a cold face, Zhang Ailin looked at the little girl in front of her who was half a head shorter than her.

This girl has pink skin, a pair of apricot eyes, and there is a little bit of stubbornness in her eyes. Her shoulder-length hair is neatly draped behind her head, and her head is tied in a small braid. It was issued by something, wearing a clean school uniform, and looked like a good student.

Zhang Ailin didn't recognize her at all. This was the girl who was walking next to Xiaohua in the rainy day.

She just thought it was strange that such a strange little girl popped up for no reason.

So he only looked at her twice, said nothing, opened his legs, turned around and left.

Only Zhou Zhou was left alone, standing where he was, surrounded by people who looked over in twos and threes and smiled.

? !

"I hate Zhang Ailin!!"

Zhou Zhou shouted hard in his heart.

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Zhou Zhou: Look at you!Are you human here!

Zhang Ailin stretched out from behind Zhou Zhou and hugged Zhou Zhou, clinging tightly, she kept rubbing her face against Zhou Zhou's neck, begging for mercy, "Old woman, I was wrong!"

Zhou Zhou struggled to break free from her embrace, pushed her away, turned around, imitated her previous expression, and looked at her with a cold face.

Zhang Ailin: Ugh...