Chapter 70

Monitor Xu Ziyi and Wang Miaomiao formed the team in turn. Yesterday was Xu Ziyi's team, today it's Wang Miaomiao's turn.

Seeing Yu Qiqi at the back of the girl team, Wang Miaomiao's face was very ugly.

"Yu Qiqi, who made you stand in the last row?"

Yu Qiqi blinked, "I asked myself to stand in the last row!"

"Yu Qiqi, do you still have any discipline? According to your height, you should stand in the middle of the team. What do you look like standing here?"

"But monitor, I have crowd phobia, you let me stand in the middle of the line, that's not intended to make me better?"

Yes, from last night, Yu Qiqi could see that Wang Miaomiao was trying to get by with her.

Yesterday, when she was in line, she was standing here. After seeing it, Xu Ziyi just asked the reason and left.

But Wang Miaomiao's expression is like constipation.

Wang Miaomiao pointed to the person at the front and said, "won't you stand in the first row?"

Yu Qiqi said with a smile, "monitor, I'm thin skinned, so you'd better not look for me for such a thing as running to the leader!"

Is Yu Qiqi thin skinned?

This is probably the funniest joke Wang Miaomiao has ever heard.

Can thin skinned students express themselves to boys in front of the whole class, or even the freshmen in senior high school?

The irony on Wang Miaomiao's face is so strong that Yu Qiquan can't see it.

Ignored by Yu Qiqi, Wang Miaomiao points to Yu Qiqi. Her anger is gradually expanding in her chest. Just when she can't control her attack, a slender figure comes slowly.

Xi Muhan stood beside Wang Miaomiao indifferently, "you are standing in my position."

"Where are you?" Wang Miaomiao raised his voice and looked sideways.

After seeing the visitor clearly, the finger pointing at Yu Qiqi was changed to Xi Muhan, and all his anger flared up on Xi Muhan, "your position is in the front, not here."

Xi Muhan raised his eyes expressionless. The cold ink eyes fell on Wang Miaomiao, and the cold thin lip petals started slowly. "Do I look like a receiver?"

His eyes were so cool that Wang Miaomiao was a little afraid.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't let the resentment you've had elsewhere take hold on me."

Wang Miaomiao, who was torn down by Xi Muhan, turned red and black. He was very embarrassed.

Some of the students around also saw it. Wang Miaomiao was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground.

Xi Muhan slowly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and threw it on Wang Miaomiao's hand, covering her finger pointing at him. "Besides, I don't like people pointing at me. Please pay attention to your cultivation."

Wang Miaomiao

The handkerchief on her hand was cool, just like the breath from Xi Muhan.

Wang Miaomiao's fingers under the handkerchief were bent, and his hand hanging on his side was about to take the handkerchief. One hand was faster than her, so he took the handkerchief first.

Wang Miaomiao pauses. As soon as he raises his eyes, he sees that Yu Qiqi is holding a white handkerchief and acting like a coqueter with Xi Muhan.

"Male god, how can you do this?" Yu Qiqi pursed his mouth and complained unhappily: "you didn't give me a handkerchief, but you gave it to the monitor. I'm jealous."

Although Xi Muhan still has a cold expression, his expression between his eyebrows and eyes is much softer than when he faces Wang Miaomiao. "This is dirty. I'll give you a clean one next time."