Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

After a while, the fantasy left is staring at them nearby. After a while, I want to miss the left. I definitely don’t want to let them go. The next goal is likely to be myself, in my heart. The fear and fear have made him almost collapse.

Zhou Wei was thinking about Du Yao and Chen Jiahui, and almost all the car accidents this morning. The more I thought about it, the more I felt wrong. Everything became strange and gloomy. A chill spread along the back, even the surrounding Laughter is a bit horrible.

The scene of junior high school slipped in front of the eyes, and the day when the news of death on the left came, they were still discussing.

"Hey, you said that you still don't come to class when you are left?" Chen Jiahui sat proudly in his seat and stared at a lollipop.

He Dawei snorted. "I am afraid of us, and he is a hard bone. I think I need to learn more than a few times to listen."

Zhou Hao went to the milk on the front table and opened the straw to drink it. "We didn't have many hands. If we were interviewed by the teacher, what should we do?"

"He dares?" Chen Jiahui looked up and looked around, lowering his voice. "More, just his family, a drunkard father, how can you care about him? If you want to stay in this school, you know the cleverness." How to do."

He Dawei sighed and said, "The little tricks were really cheap."

Zhou Wei does not think so. "Zuo Yu is a spleen and lonely person. Unlike other single-parent families and children, it is a hard bone. We have to come slowly and have fun later."

When the teacher said that the left side was dead at home, Zhou Wei’s heart was a little bit flustered, but he heard that it was not because of their sake, but that the father of Zuo’s father had killed, and his heart was relieved. .

In that year, the test took only a few months, and they left the person behind and forgot about it.

Now, once again, they have appeared in their lives.

This time, it is not that they occupy a dominant position, but a left encounter.

He Dawei really didn't want to hear the name of a dead person. Some of them fired the basketball back to the court. They made a gesture to those people and turned to the road. "What are you doing in the end? It’s already dead before, what is a fear of a dead person?”

"If he turned into a ghost to come to us?" Chen Jiahui, who was still bowing his head, looked up at him coldly and his face became a piece of paper.

Shen Mubai patted the dust on the school skirt, and looked at these people with a cold look. "Are you sure you want to talk here?"

A few people glimpsed a little, and some of the students who passed by saw it with a different look.

Du Yao wiped the nose that was about to flow down. He said, "Let's change places, He Dawei, whether you believe it or not, listen to our affairs."

He Dawei was upset by their mysterious and strange state, and took a sigh of relief. "Well, I want to know, a dead person can still tell you what to do."

Finally, I stopped at the seven or eight floors of the experimental building.

"Okay, there is no one here, you can say it, wait." He Dawei turned his attention to Shen Mubai's body. "You call Xia Ye, right? Thank you for helping me, but some of our old classmates want to Speak, do you think you need to avoid it?"

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