Chapter 479: You are my fingertips starlight

Yange smiled apologetically at the boys.
But Li Che felt that the smile of the school flower, with a scornful look, clearly seemed to be saying to the boys: There is in the brain!
After all, although football itself is not heavy, it can be smashed from so far away.
Fortunately, the school flower just avoided it. This is to be avoided. It is okay to hit the body. At most, it hurts the head and bones. This will hit the head. The school flower's head may end like the football on the ground.
Think about it and blame it!
There is really in my head in this way.
Put the wok back into your backpack, and then laugh and turn away.
The boy was angry. He had just been hit a few times by the song, and there was an illusion that his head was hit by an invincible stone.
It hurts so much, it seems like the head has split into several petals.
While touching his head, he stood up and blocked the road of Yange.
How could the goddess be like this? Relying on others to hit people casually because they look good, is too coquettish.
The boy wanted Yange to take him to the infirmary, and to find an instructor.
After all, the head is the foundation of a person's standing. He has been hit twice in this way, and there is always an illusion that he will definitely have problems in the future.
As an onlooker, Li Che was also a witness.
Instructor: What's going on?
Boy: "When I played football, I accidentally kicked it outside the fence. I thought it hit her and immediately ran out to apologize to her. Although the football was smashed by the two of them, it was because I had The mistake was first, so I felt that an apology was right, and I also suggested taking them to the infirmary. "
When the boy was here, he was very wronged: "As a result, she took out a hammer and hit my head without saying a word. The hammer was made of iron. I still feel my head is buzzing. It still hurts. "
The instructor looked to Yange: "How can there be such a thing as a hammer in school."
Yan Ge silently took out the so-called "hammer" in his backpack and handed it to the instructor.
It is a small and exquisite mini pot. The instructor just said, "Even if it is a mouth pot, you can't take the school. The school cafeteria does not require everyone to bring a pot."
However, before he could say anything, he saw Yange fold the pot in half and released it in his hands.
The instructor silently took the plastic pot into his hand, folded it from left to right, and looked at the boy.
This thing can buzz the boy's head, and it still hurts. If you talk about it, who believes it?
The boy immediately called, "It's not this thing. It hit me with a hammer, a hammer, a very heavy hammer, really."
Yan Ge handed his schoolbag to the instructor.
The schoolbags are all drawing books, except for this plastic mini pot, there are no other gadgets.
The boy's eyes widened and his face was incredible.
Obviously it is a big hammer, and his head almost didn't crack. Such a plastic mini pot is definitely not.
The instructor ignored the boy who had to quibble. He asked the song: "What are you talking about?"
Yan Ge didn't say anything. She handed her cell phone to the instructor. The interface of her cell phone remained on the words she asked the boy and the voice interface on which the boy answered his words.
Oh, Yange recorded the boy's response.
After the instructor listened to the recording and looked at the slumped ball, his eyes became a little angry.
The boy busily argued, "I didn't hit her. I never thought of hitting her."