Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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As a high school student, Luo Ding has been full of eight classes throughout the day.

All music lessons, physical education classes, and computer classes have become English lessons, English lessons, and English classes!

This can not help but make her feel that this society has the importance of two languages.

"Yawn -" In the last section of the "English class", Luo Ding sneezed.

She blinked: "Axi, who is yelling at me?"

The sky outside the window was covered with thick black clouds, and the cold wind whizzed past. This day, it has become very powerful.

"Which someone is jealous of you, it is too little to wear yourself!" Yang Mengting turned her head and looked at her with a sullen look.

Luo dusted his head and saw the light pink sweater on her body, only wearing an autumn section of clothing, licking his lips and laughing two channels: "It seems to be oh..."

But the most depressing thing about her is not that she wears less, but that she does not have an umbrella!

Fortunately, the cinema is not very far from the school. And as an excellent time and space shuttle, she is not afraid of rain.

She carefully put the movie ticket in her pocket, pulled the hat and ran towards the cinema.

The moment the rain hit her, I only felt the body tremble slightly.

Still serious, a bit cold...

It was only six o'clock when I arrived at the entrance of the cinema. Next to it was a fried chicken shop.

She thought about it, Su Liangchen should have no food to eat, buy him a little.

Give yourself, buy more!

The fragrant fried chicken and the chilled cola, the feeling of eating into the mouth together, crispy and cold, really good.

But her head and stomach are not so lucky. When I have a meal, I feel that my head is getting more and more heavy, and my stomach is still sore.

After reading the mobile phone ten times in an hour, I finally got it at eight o'clock.

Originally thought that the end of life is over, but she did not expect that the rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, but she did not wait for the cold boy.

I don't know how long it has been. I only know that when the gods came again, the waiter of the fried chicken restaurant told her that she had to fight.

Looked at the watch, it is already half past ten.

The huge rainstorm cleaned every street in the city. She stood at the entrance of the cinema, her nose was sour, she couldn't hold back her tears and fell directly.

It turned out that even if she had a 15 percent feeling of goodwill, in his eyes, she was nothing at all.

In fact, she did not say that he must come!

In her heart, as long as he can return a text message, she is very happy.

Just looking for an excuse to push, she also has the courage and motivation to approach him again.

The majestic rain in front of her eyes caused her heart to fall to the bottom of the valley.

"You didn't bring an umbrella?" A slightly familiar voice rang in the ear, and a dark blue umbrella appeared on top of her head.

Luo dusted slightly, and some of the surprised squinted his eyes: "Don Juan?"

Tang Yan saw her moment of turning, a slight glimpse. The dark eyes are filled with her figure, long hair shawl, Liu Hai with shallow water drops, a pair of clear and pure.

He jumped in the bottom of his heart, but he was a little embarrassed and didn't look at it: "I just passed by, want to send you?"

Luo Dust looked up and down him and said without hesitation: "No need-"

Although the host has been slightly hurt, it does not mean that the host has forgotten the original experience.

As a thousand-year-old spare tire for Qian Feifei, she suddenly talked to her inexplicably. She said that she could only sum up four words -

Not good!