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Chapter 117 Misunderstanding

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    Li Fan had already seen clearly the weight of the young and old in the dormitory, his eyes naturally turned to Yang Heyu, and he couldn't help asking:

    "What about you? Xiao Wu, why do you study agronomy?"

    Yang Heyu pulled his gaze back from the window, and replied calmly: "It's ideal."

    "Okay!" Li Fan laughed loudly, patted Yang Heyu on the shoulder, and said, "Very good, very good!"

    After a busy day, Yang Heyu's luggage hadn't been fully organized yet, so he opened the luggage bag and started packing.

    Slowly, his backpack bottomed out, revealing the photo frame wrapped in newspaper.  Yang Heyu took it out and tore off the anti-collision newspaper, only to see the envelope hidden inside by his aunt Tian Min.

    He took it out and saw that there were 5 bills in total.  Yang Heyu's heart was warm and anxious, he put the money in the inner pocket of the backpack, and jumped off the top bunk.

    "Hey, where are you going?" Li Fan asked.

    "I'll make a phone call home."

    "The phone in the building can only be answered but not made!"

    "I know." Yang Heyu grabbed a handful of coins and rushed downstairs.

    There are several telephone booths with yellow hats on the campus, each of which is guarded by people. Although Yang Heyu is anxious, she can only stand there and wait.

    Suddenly he found that there was a long line behind a phone seat that gradually dispersed for some reason, but there was a person calling inside, which meant that the phone was not broken.

    Yang Heyu counted that there were 5 or 6 people in front of him, so he decisively changed teams, and gradually became the only one after standing in the team that gradually dispersed.

    Half an hour later, he finally understood why the line waiting for the phone call dispersed¡ªthe caller was really long-winded!  The other teams have changed at least five or six people, only she is still holding the phone like a sentinel with a gun.

    Her face was always buried inward, leaving only her fluffy black hair to the waiting line, without showing a trace of her face.

    Yang Heyu couldn't help sighing: What is invisible is pure.  Only in this way can we use the public phone as a personal phone here with peace of mind.

    He observed carefully, and found that the girl's hanging left fist was still bulging, and it seemed that the "ammunition" was sufficient.  Yang Heyu couldn't help laughing at himself, thinking that he was clever but was mistaken by his cleverness, and ended up in a dilemma when he got on a pirate ship.

    After thinking twice, he still walked forward, wanting to ask her if she could be a little faster.

    Yang Heyu poked the girl. He knew that such a behavior was considered impolite, so he deliberately put on a smiley face, hoping to reduce the girl's disgust with a sincere attitude.

    Unexpectedly, when the girl turned her face away, she had a pair of red rabbit eyes, and her cheeks were also stained with tears.

    This made Yang Heyu startled. Naturally, he didn't dare to say what was on his lips. He could only say "I'm sorry", and planned to consciously change teams and start from the first.

    Unexpectedly, that girl has a bad temper.  She suddenly threw the phone into the phone booth and yelled, "What are you doing! I hate it!!"

    Yang Heyu's body had just turned halfway, and before he had time to react, the girl wiped her tears from his chest.

    Such a scene aroused a lot of discussion from others, and Yang Heyu didn't even have a chance to explain, so he was pointed out as a scumbag who bullied girls.

    His face turned red in a flash,

    "Hey! Are you still calling?!" A male student asked in a rough voice, looking quite righteous.

    Yang Heyu couldn't argue, so he shrank into the yellow hat telephone booth in embarrassment, and dialed the number of his uncle's house.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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