Although Si Sheng often does something that makes people worry, there is no one that makes people worry about success.

In general dangers, you can escape unscathed.

——『Mo: Take a selfie for Zhang, it’s also a souvenir."

——『Tofu Xishi:…』

——『Tofu Xishi: [Picture]』

Two minutes later, Si Sheng really sent a picture.

When Mo Shangyun saw it, she almost vomited blood.

It's really a selfie, but it's pitch black, and you can see Si Sheng's flamboyant eyebrows and the outline of his beautiful face used to eat on the screen.

Soon, she sent another message shamelessly.

——『Tofu Xishi: The phone lens is broken.』

--"ink:……"

Any cell phone shots are bad when they come to her hands.

——『Tofu Xishi: See you another day.』

——『Mo: Take care of yourself.』

——『Tofu Xishi: Yes.

Mo Shangyun quit WeChat and turned off his laptop.

After scanning the phone that recharged 0% of its battery, Mo Shangyun ignored it and sat up from the chair.

Her hair was almost dry, so she took it with her hands twice.

I faintly heard the sound of becoming lively downstairs, as if the instructor and the students were back.

She paused, and for no reason she felt bored. She turned her head and fell on the balcony from the corner of her eyes.

There, there are no railings.

After thinking for two seconds, Mo Shangyun turned off the light with a "slap" and then walked to the balcony.

After turning over, Mo Shangyun jumped onto the balcony. When she raised her slender legs, she hooked the pipe near Yan Tianxing's dormitory.

Climbing a stairs is the most difficult thing to go down. After Mo Shangyun's whole body came to the pipe, it was not so easy to slide down.

However, there is no difficulty.

In a blink of an eye, she arrived at the second floor.

at the same time--

A gloomy voice suddenly floated above my head.

"Where is the jailbreak?"

The familiar and sexy voice made Mo Shangyun stunned for no reason, and she paused slightly. She raised her eyes and saw a figure standing on the balcony of Yan Tianxing dormitory on the third floor.

It was Yan Tianxing.

He was wearing a casual outfit, and a white shirt could be seen on his upper body, with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and he put his left hand in his pocket and a cup of hot tea with his right hand. There was still a scent of heat floating above the tea cup.

Mo Shangyun muttered in her heart: She looks like an old man in his fifties and sixties.
Chapter completed!