Putting the small bun in his hand on the tray, Chu Ci Gulu drank the remaining half bowl of soup, and then raised her eyes and glanced at the small bun in front of her that she disliked and threw it aside.

He raised his fingertips and poked them like this, and the corner of his lips slightly slapped.

Feeling the residual pepper and numb feeling that could still be felt in his mouth, and then adhering to the principle that was bad for wasting food, Chu Ci stuffed the small bun into her mouth and swallowed it whole.

His eyes were wide open, looking a little choked, but finally he swallowed it.

As a foodie, Chu Ci looked at the counter with some fear and special flavors such as mustard marked on the counter.

Chu Ci paused, and suddenly felt that the female clerk who was standing at the counter to collect money had a bit of weird smile.

Chu Ci pulled the corner of her lips and silently twisted her head.

When he finally came out of the convenience store, Chu Ci was holding a bottle of half-drink juice in her hand.

As it turns out, strange-flavored buns cannot be tried easily. The loss is that they bought the pepper and squid taste. If they bought mustard, they tasted.

It feels like some of the strange soups I drank from a plane in the past.

Chu Ci thought so and stuck out her tongue again.

What the hell?

The time has almost finished and he has eaten his fill. Chu Ci has no interest in the bright lights and wine over there, and is holding the bottle of drink in his hand.

The wind was a little cool at night, whistling the leaves, Chu Ci raised her hand and put on the black hat connected to her short-sleeved jacket, and headed towards the original owner's place in the direction of her memory.

When he arrived at the place and turned on the lights, Chu Ci looked at the room in front of him.

This is an apartment in a relatively luxurious location, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, and only the original owner lives alone.

And I didn't have long moved here just now, it was deserted and didn't seem to be very popular.

Chu Ci threw the drink that had been drunk in her hand to the side, looking at the schoolbag and the pile of books that the owner placed aside not far away.

The original owner brought back the books from the school after transferring to school. He didn't open a single book, not even a name, because it had accumulated there for a month, but it looked a little trace of dust.

Chu Ci walked over and flipped through it casually. Looking at the content she had learned in the book for countless times, she blinked and threw the book aside.

Even if you are good at practicing good, you will have to have a process. Now she is a poor student and can't understand these messy things.

With peace of mind, Chu Ci threw the books aside, took out her cell phone and found the original owner's favorite type of gunfight game.

Blinking his eyes, he started playing with great enthusiasm.

The next morning, in Class 1, Grade 3, J Middle School, the morning reading time had passed, Yue Ze sat in his position and looked up from the book in front of him.

The black eyes that were blocked behind the glasses were faint, with a little coldness and distantness, and then turned their heads and looked at an empty spot not far away.

The person who was originally sitting there has not arrived yet.

However, the students in the key class of Class 1 of Senior High School have become quite accustomed to this matter. After all, this person has been transferred to school for more than a month and has not seen her come to school several times.
Chapter completed!