Listening to several students holding her, they kept saying, "Bingbing, you're too powerful."

"Bingbing, you are the pride of class 8."

"Bingbing, it's nice to have you in class 8."

"Bingbing, you are my goddess."

"Bingbing, you are my sun."

……

Shit, several students have hair in their heads. They show the wrong feeling!

She pulled the corners of her mouth. After these hairy classmates expressed their feelings, she took a deep breath, "can you let go of your hands? I can't breathe."

Miao Hui lengbingling didn't speak. She shook her head, narrowed her eyes, raised her hand and poured the water in her hand into her mouth. After "Gulu Gulu" rang several times, the bottle of water poured into her stomach.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the trash can about ten meters away from her outside the basketball court. She raised her hand and threw it hard. The empty water bottle in her hand flew from her hand to the trash can in the distance.

Then she went to the stand. Leng Bingling was a little tired. She didn't want to take part in receiving the certificate. She sat up cross legged on the ladder next to her schoolbag and looked at Zhang Nuan sideways. "Go and receive the certificate! I'll wait for you here."

Zhang Nuan looked surprised, "aren't you going?"

She shook her head.

Zhang Nuan knows her temperament. Even if ten cows can't pull her for things she doesn't like, "wait for me for a while. I'll go to the podium and take a picture with you, and then we'll go home together."