MTL - When the Green Tea Female Partner is Forced To Attack the Female Lead-Chapter 12

As Zhao Qingdai went downstairs, she wondered who the person who suddenly rushed out to confess? After thinking for a while, I finally decided: there is no such person.

But she is very skilled in refusing to confess. Before the man speaks, she grabs it: "Do you want to confess to me?"

This can be regarded as a polite attitude, and the man can't be treated. He was stunned and nodded: "...Yes, yes."

Zhao Qingdai: "I'm sorry, I just want to learn, I don't have the intention to fall in love, we are not suitable."

In the face of this kind of man who didn't know where to kill, she didn't have the patience to explain slowly, she just wanted to solve it quickly and leave.

She couldn't help but rejoice in her heart, fortunately Du Jingmo was not here, otherwise she wouldn't know how to explain this scene when she saw it.

The man didn't seem to expect that she would reject her so bluntly, and still used such a ridiculous reason, his face changed: "But I think we are quite suitable, can't we give it a chance?"

"No." Zhao Qingdai was about to leave.

The man knew that if he missed this opportunity, there would be no next time, so he grabbed Zhao Qingdai's wrist.

As soon as there was physical contact, the roar of the outsiders became louder, as if they were the parties involved.

At first, she just shouted "promise him" and then it became "hold one", Zhao Qingdai struggled twice, but failed to pull out her wrist, her face turned cold.

She whispered, "Let go!"

If there were only the two of them at the moment, the man would have let go, but the people outside gave him the confidence to hold Zhao Qingdai's wrist even harder.

"I really like you, can't I give you a chance? I swear I will definitely treat you well!"

There are more and more people who watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal, and the "kiss one" sentence after sentence has given men great courage.

I wouldn't dare to kiss him, but it's okay to give him a hug.

Seeing the man's intention, Zhao Qingdai felt a burst of physical nausea.

The system was so anxious that it slammed into the man with an angry funny face, but unfortunately it had no substance, and it was useless after a long time.

A rapid whistle came at this moment, blocking the man's movements. Everyone's attention was distracted, and the man raised his head subconsciously.

He was sprayed all over his face by the oncoming fire extinguisher.

Just when he was short of breath, he felt a pain in his wrist, and the hand holding Zhao Qingdai fell in vain.

A large team of security guards passed through the layers of crowds, and together they extinguished the candles on the ground, and also extinguished the enthusiasm of the people around to watch the fun.

Du Jingmo held a small fire extinguisher in one hand and Zhao Qingdai in the other, frowned and asked, "Did he hurt you?"

Zhao Qingdai shook her head first, then nodded. She can't miss this good opportunity to sell miserably.

She raised her hand, and before she spoke, she was startled by the bruise on her wrist.

She was dying, she still thought that this man just made her red, but she didn't expect it to be blue, how much effort was this?

Where is this a confession, this is clearly to make money and kill people, right?

Du Jingmo saw the shallow layer of bruises, and his face became visibly worse.

If she had known, she shouldn't have sprayed the man's face with a fire extinguisher, she should have smashed his head directly to make him clearer.

Downstairs in the girls' dormitory was confessing and putting out fires, and so many people gathered, finally alarming the teachers.

Du Jingmo finally glanced at the man who had not slowed down and pulled Zhao Qingdai away.

"Go back to treat the wound first, hide from the teacher, and don't get caught and punished."

As she spoke, she rubbed Zhao Qingdai's wrist and frowned, "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Qingdai stammered: "It's okay, it's not too painful."

This is true.

The moment Du Jingmo walked through the crowd and pulled her behind her, her heart was bulging and filled with excitement. How could she care whether it hurt or not?

Du Jingmo wanted to ask another question, but when she saw her red ears, she suddenly sighed: "Why don't you look stupid?"

Zhao Qingdai touched her ears, smiled, but did not answer.

She is not stupid, or she is always extremely unpromising when facing her sister.

"The one who confessed just now, do you know him?" Du Jingmo asked.

Zhao Qingdai shook her head.

Du Jingmo: "That's good, I'll call the fire police."

She took a moment to reply to Zhao Qingdai's news, but the girl who usually replied in seconds suddenly stopped moving, and she felt that something was wrong.

She got away as soon as possible and went back to the school, and as soon as she entered the school gate, she heard rumors about Zhao Qingdai.

Du Jingmo explained: "Open fires cannot be seen in large public places like schools. My fire alarm is reasonable and reasonable."

"Then why did my sister go up with the fire extinguisher by herself?"

Mentioning this Du Jingmo felt a little more irritable: "Because he's going to hug you, this is harassment."

Putting on such a harassing confession is already stupid enough. After the girl clearly refused, the man not only refused to give in, but also wanted to conduct harassment.

Du Jingmo: "He needs to be punished, otherwise everyone will follow suit, and some girls will be victimized. There are also those who make fun of and watch the fun, there is really nothing good."

They are invisible perpetrators. Without these people, the man who confessed might not have been so bold.

She was about to ask Zhao Qingdai how to solve the problem in order to calm down, but when she turned her head, she found that the victim herself showed no signs of being angry, but looked in a good mood, and the corners of her mouth were grinning to the bottom of her ears.

It's not the kind of green tea smile that is deliberately put on, it's so happy that you can't put your mouth down, and your muscles are out of control.

Du Jingmo was speechless for a moment: "...Why are you so happy?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of a joke." Zhao Qingdai bit her lips hard, trying to restrain her smile as much as possible.

Her sweetheart will take a fire extinguisher to save her.

Really simple and romantic scene.

The anger in Du Jingmo's heart suddenly dissipated.

It seems that after the relationship with Zhao Qingdai gradually recovered, she became less and less angry.

She shook her head, a little helpless: "Forget it, let's go home first. Didn't you go back to the dormitory to pack your luggage? Where's your luggage?"

Zhao Qingdai's smile froze, and a word of **** rose slowly from the bottom of her heart.

"...I just walked too fast and landed downstairs in the dormitory."

Du Jingmo pondered for a moment and said, "Is there anything important? If you don't have it, don't take it. I'll buy it for you if you lack it."

Going back now, maybe those who watched the lively hadn't dispersed yet, she didn't want Zhao Qingdai to be watched again.

Qingdai's image in the eyes of outsiders is not very good, and she will receive some sneering words if she is not in good balance.

"It's very important, I have to get it." Zhao Qingdai was very firm on this matter, "Sister, wait for me here, I'll be right back!"

After she finished speaking, she ran quickly, and went back to the weak and pitiful image she had created on weekdays.

Before Du Jingmo could ask a few more questions, he could only see her back.

"...It seems that the legs and feet are recovering well."

Look at the appearance of this tiger striding a meteor, she can't catch up.

Zhao Qingdai ran all the way back downstairs to the dormitory, and when she saw the box was still there, she felt relieved. She didn't even catch her breath, and hurriedly left with her luggage.

Du Jingmo wanted to ask what it was, but seeing that she had no intention of saying it, she swallowed her curiosity and did not ask.

Zhao Qingdai is extremely grateful to Du Jingmo for being an extremely measured girl who never asks embarrassing questions.

There was nothing valuable in her suitcase, but there was a notebook full of photos of Du Jingmo.

It was all her candid shots in the past two years.

It sounds morbid, and morbidly retro.

It's hard to find a second person these days who also sticks photos in a locked diary.

But she just felt that mobile phone backup was too insecure, and she always had to watch the photos congealed and touched the palm of her hand, which made her feel at ease.

The first thing she did when she got home was to hurry up and hide the diary on the bedside table to the very inside.

Although this is Du Jingmo's house, she will never violate other people's private territory, and the bedside table is the safest place.

The system was scratched and scratched by her operation, and she was extremely curious: "Dear, what the **** is this?"

"What are the children asking nonsense? Don't ask if you shouldn't." Zhao Qingdai neatly locked the drawer.

System: "..." I'm so angry.

She slapped her face on the funny face she had previously tried to be righteous and brave, and walked out lightly. As soon as she probed her head, she heard Du Jingmo on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Du Zhong's voice was intermittent, and it was not very real. It was probably something like "How did he offend you?" "Does he have to be punished to calm down?"

Du Jingmo rested on the windowsill with one hand, his long eyelashes drooping down, casting a small shadow: "To be punished is the minimum, not to warn him of harassment is my tolerance, and I want to give him a chance to be a new man."

"Only this is not enough for me to calm down. I want him to apologize in person and promise that he will never harass Qingdai again."

It's not a big deal. Du Zhong could feel his sister's anger through the phone. Instead, he smiled: "You've looked for me twice in such a short period of time. When did you get so angry?"

"Can you help?"

"Of course I helped, it's a big deal for you to be angry." Du Zhong said, and changed the subject, "Have your relationship with Qingdai improved again? Haven't we been in touch for a while?"

Du Jingmo paused for a moment: "...Well, it's quite complicated."

How should I put it, she suddenly found that as long as Zhao Qingdai didn't get the tea on her head, then this cup of tea would be quite fragrant, and the carefulness of playing was within the acceptable range.

It's even cute.

After hanging up the phone, Du Jingmo sighed in his heart: "What's the difference between me and a stupid straight man like this?"

As soon as she turned around and was about to go out, she happened to see Zhao Qingdai who was eavesdropping on the door of her room with her head sticking out.

The latter laughed embarrassingly, stretched out his hand and made a meow punch, trying to pass the level: "Sister, what a coincidence."

Du Jingmo: "..."

She once again experienced the joy of being a straight man.