When Ding Luoluo's phone rang, her blood almost boiled. Unfortunately, the three words "Zhang Jiaming" on her phone were like a bucket of cold water, pouring it all over her bones. Zhang Jiaming asked, "Luoluo, the school is hosting a dance party. Would you be my dance partner?" Ding Luoluo replied directly, "Okay
Zhang Jiaming's upward tone of "ah" almost turned eighteen corners: "Ah? Really, Lolo?" Ding Lolo said sorrowfully, "Really." Zhang Jiaming hung up the phone and thanked all the gods, hoping that God and Bodhisattva would continue to bless him.
Ding Luoluo needs a man for the first time, a face with sharp edges and stubble, a sturdy body, to make her forget Zuo Chen, forget Zuo Chen's face and body. Ding Luoluo has thought about it, she brought it upon herself. Teacher Zuo did adult things to her in order to teach her how to write adult novels. As a student, she doesn't say "thank you" but instead says "I love you", which is ridiculous. However, even more absurdly, she felt that she did indeed fall in love with Teacher Zuo. Otherwise, why would she see him as soon as she closed her eyes? Otherwise, why would she go dancing with Zhang Jiaming?
Zhang Jiaming stood at the school gate, watching Ding Luoluo arrive in a lake colored long dress, feeling like a fairy descending to earth. Ding Luoluo looked at his tiptoes with a gloomy expression, as if a timid prisoner was walking towards the execution ground. Zhang Jiaming raised his arm and shouted, "Luoluo, Luoluo." Pedestrians turned their eyes, and Ding Luoluo was eager to go to the world. As long as he could avoid him, he could break through the eighteen layers of hell.
The scar on Zhang Jiaming's left eyelid is not particularly noticeable, but to Ding Luoluo, it looks like winding mountains and rivers. Ding Luoluo immediately looked at his toes again. Zhang Jiaming rubbed his hands together and said, "Luoluo, it's great that you can come, it's great." Ding Luoluo didn't answer, and a woman turned to him and said, "Oh, Teacher Zhang, are you bringing your girlfriend to the dance?" Zhang Jiaming remained noncommittal and asked, "Teacher Zhao, is class over?" Ding Luoluo looked up and saw that Teacher Zhao had almond shaped eyes and cherry blossom like mouth, with a well proportioned appearance. Zhao Meiren spoke up again: 'Yeah, I'll see you at the dance party later.' Zhang Jiaming muttered a 'oh' and pulled Ding Luoluo in before leaving.
Ding Luoluo broke free from Zhang Jiaming's hand and said, "What's the rush?" Zhang Jiaming awkwardly clenched his fist and said, "Then Teacher Zhao is our music teacher here. Other teachers say she likes me, so I feel uncomfortable seeing her." Ding Luoluo immediately glanced at the man next to him and said, "Zhang Jiaming, who has a mole in his right eye and a scar in his left eye, will attract music beauties? No, it must be other teachers who make fun of him. Ding Luoluo thought so.
Yuan Wei lay in front of the computer, like an invertebrate. Her mind was in a mess, like a ball of yarn rolling to the ground, and then a cat pounced on her to play and entangle with her, getting more and more chaotic. She had a relationship with Zheng Ouyang. What happened to her? Did she have a relationship with Zheng Ouyang? Yuan Wei scratched the bird's nest head, her eyebrows furrowed and her two eyebrows almost merged into one. Yes, her writings are full of male and female love, but she is a pure and innocent person. Apart from having cheated on forbidden fruits with her first boyfriend when she was young and experiencing several entanglements, this scoundrel Zheng Ouyang is now her second most famous man.
Yuan Wei hummed and said, "Why, why?" She was drooling over Zheng Ouyang, and it's true that she couldn't sleep or eat because she couldn't see him. However, why did they have sex? How will she face him in the future? Is it pretending to have a spring dream, or occasionally having fun with him again? Yuan Wei angrily said, "Oh my goodness, Zheng Ouyang, you have forced me, a well-known literary figure, into this situation.
While Ding Luoluo and Zhang Jiaming were sitting in the dance hall, Yuan Wei was also sitting in the hair salon. She is determined to change her appearance. What does it mean to keep cutting and still be confused? She doesn't believe Yuan Wei, and can't she cut anything?
After taking nearly a hundred deep breaths, Zhang Jiaming finally stood up and invited Ding Luoluo to dance. Ding Luoluo lifted his eyes and saw Zhang Jiaming's eyes, immediately saying, "No, no." At this moment, the musical beauty descended from the sky and applied makeup, adding even more charm. She took Zhang Jiaming's hand and said, "Teacher Zhang, I'll dance with you
Zhang Jiaming was like a chick captured by an eagle, entering the dance floor with nine or nine deaths. He turned back to look at Ding Luoluo's gaze, despairing like a resentful woman before committing suicide. Ding Luoluo took a cold breath: Is she blind, or is that beauty blind?