Chapter 15: [015] An Chuxia is a ghost? !

"Girl?" Xiao Mingluo continued with a cold snort, "Is there any other girl like her?"
"But no matter what..."
"Wait, Mingluo!" Ling Hanyu touched his chin and walked slowly to Han Qilu and looked at Han Qilu and An Chuxia. After a long time, he said, "Considering from normal logical thinking, An Chuxia is now dead. Up."
What is he talking about? An Chuxia was confused, she just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, and never wanted to see Han Qilu's disgusting face again!
"Student Xiao, would you please let go of your hand? I'm going back to class." Her hand hasn't been loosened since being held by Xiao Mingluo.
"Sorry." Xiao Mingluo let go and grabbed his hair awkwardly.
Before An Chuxia could answer, Han Qilu took a few steps forward and blocked her way: "Are you going to leave after hitting someone? Didn't your dear mother teach you what politeness is?"
She pulled out a disdainful smile and raised her head very seriously and said, "Master Qilu, after you learn how to be polite, you can discuss with me whether my mother taught me what politeness is!"
damn it! Doesn't this woman know what fear is?
He constricted his eyebrows, but finally couldn't help but stretched out to clasp An Chuxia's chin tightly, and said to her word by word: "Apologize to me for your behavior and words just now!"
This was his chance to give her up and her last chance.
Who knew that she still met his gaze stubbornly and said without fear: "I'm not wrong, why should I apologize?"
"Very well... An Chuxia, you will pay for it. Definitely!" Han Qilu shook An Chuxia's jaw, his somber voice was like the next curse, which made people shudder.
An Chuxia clenched her teeth, bypassed Han Qilu and walked out of the fourth music classroom. She didn't expect that the first day she came to the dream school of Styran would be so bad. She already felt a little overwhelmed before a whole morning had passed.
What shall we do in the coming days? She looked at the sky in confusion, the sky was still blue and there was no trace of magazines. Mom, will you bless me?
In the fourth music classroom, the atmosphere was gloomy and cold. It's obviously already summer, I don't know why Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu actually felt a chill from their bones.
"Han Yu, why did you just say that An Chuxia is dead? I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence." Xiao Mingluo took the lead in breaking the silence of the deadly man. You know he is a person who can't calm down.
Hearing Xiao Mingluo's question, Ling Hanyu knocked his head and frowned and said, "I was interrupted just now. If you don't tell me, I will forget...that what, do you think, follow Qilu's style of doing things, The woman he slapped so many times should have been torn to pieces by him and fed to the dog. How could it be alive...Ah! That An Chuxia wouldn't be a ghost, right?"
"You're a ghost!" Xiao Mingluo gave him a look of'you are not saved'.
"Don’t you think Ben Shao’s analysis is very rational and correct? Do you think about the last time a girl accidentally soiled his shoes? People still accidentally soiled his shoes, so he just took them directly The girl carried it to the third floor and threw it down. She seems to be still lying in the hospital, right?"
Xiao Mingluo looked at Han Qilu thoughtfully and nodded: "Don't tell me, your analysis seems quite right!"