"Who followed you? Why didn't you tell me that you were following me? I'm still wondering. S City is so big, why can you meet you everywhere?" Yang Xi's little face with light makeup appeared. "Are you stupid? It seems that I will arrive first and then later. Why, is the chief designer of An's group so idle? Don't you need to draw pictures? I remember the design book you stole from me, and I have used it almost in the past few years. It's still Yang Da Designer with Gunners. He also has the Gunners' Help.

It doesn’t take any effort to draw pictures." An Zhisu showed her fangs. Every time she met someone who had hurt her, she would involuntarily raise her barbs all over her body.

Yang Xi was shocked and looked around in a hurry. When she saw that there was no one else in the locker room, she felt relieved. She said in a frustration: "An Zhisu, don't swear, who will steal a mentally ill design book? Who will believe what you are a mentally ill?"

An Zhisu hugged her arms and looked at her panic and guilty look in sneering: "Just just kidding, why are you so nervous? You feel guilty."

Yang Xi was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood: "An Zhisu, you are too much! Let me tell you, my things are not that easy to grab. You just don't have a memory. Isn't the lesson I learned from snatching my things last time? I have been living in a mental hospital for five years, why can't I learn to be good?" "Yang Xi." An Zhisu's face turned cold: "Do you know what you look like every time you see me? Like a mad dog, you don't need An Tingnuan to give you an order, you spontaneously jump up and bite me. And I am no longer An Zhisu from five years ago. If you bite me like this,

I'll knock out all your dog's teeth."

After throwing this sentence, An Zhisu carried her backpack on one shoulder and walked over to her toward the locker room.

"An Zhisu, stop for me." Yang Xi turned around and called her.

An Zhisu was too lazy to pay attention to her and walked out without looking back.

"Don't you want to attend Professor Guan's birthday party?" Yang Xi saw that she ignored her and directly threw out her killer weapon.

Sure enough, An Zhisu stopped and turned around little by little.

Yang Xi raised a smug smile on her lips: "Professor Guan's birthday is on his 70th birthday. You used to be her most proud student. Don't you want to celebrate her birthday?"

An Zhisu clenched her fists, and she actually forgot. In a few days, it will be her previous professor's birthday. Professor Guan has always been proud of her, but in the end she smeared the teacher's face. In the past few years, I don't know if the teacher has forgotten her. "It's a pity, even if you want to go, you won't have the chance to go. But it doesn't matter, Professor Guan has long forgotten you. Professor Guan has no shame to admit that you have taught you a murderer student. You may not know that the most proud student recognized by Professor Guan is me, and I, Yang Xi. As for the fact that Professor Guan is recognized by the outside world, it is me.

You, An Zhisu, have long been forgotten in the corners. You are like garbage, and you are not worthy of Professor Guan’s concern." Yang Xi stepped on An Zhisu’s pain point with one foot, and then entered the locker room with his proud head held up.

...

Ye Lancheng and the other two had already changed their clothes and waited on the casual sofa outside. Later, An Zhisu was not seen coming out. Ye Lancheng came over to find her with concern. From a distance, she saw her coming over in dismay, lowering her head, and not knowing how to see the way.

An Zhisu was in a bad mood, and Yang Xi's words kept echoing in her mind. She really smeared Professor Guan's face. Professor Guan really refused to recognize her as a student. But she did not kill people or have mental illness. Why didn't even believe her teacher who loved her the most?

Bang!

An Zhisu suddenly hit a human wall, and the rebound force made her fall backward. She screamed in shock, subconsciously closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come.

Ye Lancheng was ready to be hit by her. He put his hand on her waist and held her in the air. An Zhisu's waist was very strong, and her head and the ground were almost bent to ninety degrees. But in this way, she still used the force between her waist to balance her body.

Survived by the trouble, An Zhisu was extremely grateful to the person who helped her. She opened her eyes and was about to thank her, but Ye Lancheng's enlarged cold face blocked her words of thanks.

"Ye, Ye Lancheng." An Zhisu was surprised that Ye Lancheng would appear here.

Ye Lancheng looked at her indifferently, then loosened his arms, and fell to the ground with An Zhisu's scream, and a suffocational pain came from his butt.

An Zhisu hissed: "Ye Lancheng, what are you doing?"

"Let you have a long memory." Ye Lancheng put his hand back into his pocket and looked at her condescendingly. His complexion could be seen vaguely in his cold facial features. It was obvious that he was angry.

Ye Lancheng couldn't imagine that if this was on the main road, An Zhisu would have hit a car that was racing through. He didn't want to help her, so he could have a long memory after falling, but he was afraid that she would fall to her head, so he cushioned her for a moment.

An Zhisu twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, got up in a mess, and accused him: "Ye Lancheng, you don't have gentlemanly demeanor!"

Ye Lancheng shouted, too lazy to pay attention to her, so as not to get even more angry, so she turned around and left.

An Zhisu:...

Damn it, it was her who was thrown. She wasn't angry yet. Where did he get angry? Are you making a mistake? Can you have some emotional intelligence?

An Zhisu was angry and shouted at his back: "Stop!"

Ye Lancheng didn't stop half a step, and had already walked out several meters away.

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Ye Lancheng finally stopped and looked back at her side. Seeing her sitting on the ground, his expression darkened: "Get up!"

"I can't afford it." An Zhisu didn't know where he got the courage: "My butt hurts, I can't get up."

"Get up!" Ye Lancheng's gloomy face could almost squeeze out water. The ground was so cold that she was Gong Han, and she dared to stay on the ground to play tricks with him. Ye Lancheng wanted to go up and beat her up.

An Zhisu shrank his neck, Ye Lancheng's face looked so terrible. He felt that he wanted to hit him. But he just got so bored that he would not be bullied to death by him in the future. But if he couldn't get up, he felt that the consequences would be even more serious.

How to solve it? I'm so anxious. Should I get up? Wait for the answer online.

"Hiss..." An Zhisu, who was struggling, was pulled up by a strong force. Yes, she was very strong and she felt that her arm was almost dislocated.
Chapter completed!