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    After eating Snow Pear and drinking lily cold soup effect is that the eyes are much brighter, not afraid of the haze, but the small stomach stifling pain Fu Jiu simply do not want to move.

    This is also the most important thing that can’t be detected by the Great Spirit, plus there is another physics class this morning, and if the teacher fails to take the roll call, it will most likely affect the grade of this monthly exam.

    After breakfast, Fu Jiu stood up, one hand inserted in the pocket of the school uniform, smiling lightly looks like nothing different.

    Qin Mo sent her to the school, and before he left, he instructed the driver, “Come back at noon to bring the ninth young master a sub fruit plate and cold soup.”

    “Yes.” The driver nodded.

    Fu Jiu was listening from the side, and had already thought about giving away the lunch that the Great Spirit had given her, those two things, she absolutely couldn’t dabble in them anymore, they both hurt like hell now.

    Taking advantage of the fact that her lips hadn’t completely turned pale, Fu Jiu pushed open the car door and stepped down, waving his hand towards Qin Mo, and waited until the car behind him had completely disappeared.

    Fu Jiu Cai reached out her hand to cover her stomach, her silver hair hanging down, blocking her beautiful eyes.

    Because it was done through the uniform jacket, many people thought the teenager was having a stomach ache.

    It was just that the teenager’s back was still handsome, and the way he was carrying his school bag over one shoulder still made a lot of girls want to come up and talk to the Nine Temples.

    But, obviously.

    Today’s Fu Jiu was not in good spirits, from the time she entered the classroom, she snapped her school uniform cap and plopped down on the desk at the very back, only revealing the side of her face that was white to the point of excessiveness.

    A couple of the girls looked twice toward their backs.

    “Is the Ninth Temple sick?”

    “It looks like ……”

    That kind of hidden worry, so that the five or six boys who have long been looking at Fu Jiu not good, looked at each other, the bottom of the eyes brought out the hidden poisonous intent ……

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