Villain's Strategy

22

Hearing this familiar intimate relationship, Wen Zhichu froze for a moment.

Then he turned his head frame by frame as if the disc was stuck, and as expected, he met the kind face of the dean.

Wen Zhichu: ...

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, as if the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be clearly heard.

Wen Zhichu tried to hide the love letter in his pocket with lightning speed, but the next moment he got the head of the dean.

"Wen Zhichu! What are you doing here?!"

Although the dean didn't use much force this time, his head was not made of stone after all, and he groaned in pain for a while.

Wen Zhichu hugged his head, lowered his head and said, "No... nothing."

The dean folded his arms and looked at him, "Aren't you going to do some shady things?"

Wen Zhichu hurriedly shook his head.

"You still don't admit it?"

Wen Zhichu stammered and said, "Spoken..."

The dean didn't believe it, his eyes were full of doubts, "Give me a reason that can convince me."

Wen Zhichu paused for a moment, and then whispered: "Now...it's daytime, full of light."

You can't do things without seeing the light.

Dean:…

Qin Jiashu: ...

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that the dean would greet his Tianling Gai again, so he backed away slightly.

The dean looked him up and down, then found the key point, and asked in a stern voice, "What is in your hand?"

Wen Zhichu backed away slightly, "Nothing?"

"bring here."

Wen Zhichu didn't move, and even took a slight step back. At this moment, it was as if ten thousand alpacas were running fast in his heart, spitting at him while running.

Why is he so unlucky.

At this time, which pot of Tmall Elf does not open and which pot is lifted.

[System: Are you afraid of bad luck? 】

Wen Zhichu slowly typed:?

[System: I thought you were already used to it. 】

"..."

The dean once again said, "Give it to me!"

Wen Zhichu made a final struggle, "Can...not give it?"

"No!" The dean stepped forward and grabbed it, "Bring it to you."

The envelope in his hand was taken away, Wen Zhichu's face showed a panic visible to the naked eye, one hand was in the air to hold onto the envelope, his eyes followed the envelope, his lips that were glowing with healthy blood were tightly pursed, as if he wanted to say something What to say to stay, but can not open the mouth.

Qin Jiashu watched coldly, then glanced at the envelope in the dean's hand.

The dean brought the envelope over, and seeing the heart-shaped sticker on it, he was about to lose his temper.

"temperature…"

"teacher."

As soon as the teaching director uttered a syllable, he was interrupted by a voice. He turned his head and looked at Qin Jiashu beside him in confusion, "What's wrong?"