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When they were discussing how to lift Wen Yijia up, they heard a crisp voice from far to near: "I'll come, I'll come!"
Looking up, I saw a white and thin girl running over, who was the disciplinary committee member of their class.
"Song Yingying, what can you do?" asked the deputy monitor.
Song Yingying sprinted, rushed over at the fastest speed, and then said: "I will carry him to the shade of the tree and let him slow down first."
After the words fell, the students in the class all looked stunned. Song Yingying's small body, her waist is not as thick as Wen Yijia's thighs, want to hug him?
"Song Yingying, are you joking?"
"Don't make any trouble at this time, get out of the way, let's grab his arms and legs, and try again."
"He's sweating a lot, so slippery that he can't hold it."
Just as the boys were talking, Song Yingying squeezed over, grabbed Wen Yijia's belt with both hands, and lifted him up all at once!
Surprised!
Seeing that she wasn't blushing, she wasn't panting, as if she was just carrying a foam box, she lifted Wen Yijia over her head in one breath, and ran to the side!
"My God!"
"Am I dazzled?"
The girls in the class then ran over and rubbed their eyes desperately when they saw this scene.
Bai Ling also looked at this scene in astonishment, her face full of disbelief.
The students in other classes on the playground also saw this scene, and they couldn't believe it. I saw a thin girl holding a fat boy high, like a meatball sticking out of a toothpick, running on the playground.
"God, is this world a fantasy?"
All of them were not in the mood to go to class, and all looked this way.
The yellow-haired boy was also on the playground. When he saw this scene, he immediately recognized it: "Isn't that the first sister?"
"First sister? Who is it?"
"Song Yingying from Class 29, Senior High, the first sister of our No. 4 Middle School!"
"First sister? I haven't heard of it, who made it?"
After a summer vacation, the boy with yellow hair had long regarded Song Yingying as a big sister, and said, "Do you still need to seal it? Take a look!"
Everyone was speechless.
Such a thin girl can lift such a fat boy and run so fast! Not to mention the first sister, you are qualified to be the "first brother"!
Originally, some students fainted, so the teachers didn't have to go to see it. But this girl was so amazing that the teachers couldn't hold back and went over to express their condolences.
Song Yingying had already put Wen Yijia down under the tree, watching the physical education teachers cool him down.
"A little bit of heat stroke." A teacher said, "When he wakes up, go to the school doctor for a checkup."
Not long after, Wen Yijia woke up.
He looked at the dense green canopy above his head, as well as the concerned faces, and slowly realized what had happened.
"Sorry for worrying everyone." He tried to sit up.
Song Yingying helped him up.
Being supported by a soft but strong little hand, Wen Yijia's brain seemed to be hit by something, and after a moment of buzzing, he turned his head bluntly, looked at Song Yingying and said, "How did I get here?"
"She lifted you up!" The classmate next to him replied hastily.
Other students also gestured together, beaming with joy, talking about Song Yingying's feat.
Wen Yijia's lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were lowered, and his hands were tightly grasping the tips of the grass on the ground.
He thought he would at least save face and be hugged by her. It was actually lifted.
He was terribly ashamed. And a little annoyed. He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The students didn't know his embarrassment at the moment, and they were still caught in the excitement just now. Seeing that he didn't speak, they thought he was not feeling well, so they persuaded him: "Wen Yijia, you are already very good, you have run more than a lap Now, the weather is so hot, so don't hold on."
"Yeah, you fainted just now, don't force yourself, go to the school doctor."
"Yes, let's take a rest."
The physical education teacher also said: "Which classmate is willing to accompany Wen Yijia back?"
"Me!" Everyone raised their hands.
It's not that they love classmates, but that the weather is too hot! Who wants to take physical education class!
"I'll go with him." Song Yingying stood up, "I'm strong, and I'm still a class committee member. I'll accompany him back."
?p; "You are the 'first sister'?" Yang Zijin looked at this white, thin, delicate and pretty girl, and couldn't help but sneered.
With a girl like this, he can hit ten with one hand!
Song Yingying looked at Yang Zijin, and didn't guess his identity for a while. Hearing him say "first sister", she thought he was unconvinced and came to find fault, so she said, "Who are you? If the total score of the questionnaire is below 700, don't look for it." I fight."
Yang Zijin's appearance is the kind of student who dresses coolly, looks handsome, is tall, and looks like a bastard at first glance. Although Song Yingying had Dali pills to take, she didn't want to waste it on such boring things.
After hearing her words, Yang Zijin was stunned: "What did you say?"
Do you still need test scores for fighting?
What's wrong with this world? His new girlfriend pulls him to write papers every day, why is this girl doing the same?
"700 points? Do you think you are the top ten in your grade?" Yang Zijin sneered.
He didn't know what the top ten grades were. He is a bastard student who can't even score 400 in the exam. All he knew was that getting a score of 700 on the test was a big deal.
"You can't even get a score of 700, are you still in the mood to fight?" Song Yingying looked at him with a surprised expression.
Yang Zijin was even more confused, they are just bastard students who don't study and specialize in fighting.
"Are you doing well in school?" He couldn't help asking.
Before he came, he didn't inquire about Song Yingying's academic performance, only inquired about her feats of fighting. Listening to Song Yingying's mouthful of 700 points at this moment, she was led astray without knowing it.
"Not good." Song Yingying shook her head, "I can't even score 700 in the test. So, I don't fight."
Looking at him again: "You should also study hard, what's so great about fighting, you can learn and fight at the same time!"
Yang Zijin felt that his train of thought was not on the same line as that of this girl. He shook his head, and was about to say, "Don't talk about those useless things, let's fight first," when he heard a startled and angry voice not far away. : "Yang Zijin! What are you doing!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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