Sister, I'm Sorry (MTL) [COMPLETED]

04. Unjust is doomed to destruction

Song Yu's expression seemed to freeze, and the corners of her stiff lips twitched for no reason.

She believed it.

It is indeed more convincing to watch the Yannan game than to watch Chen Chi.

Song Yu cleared her throat, but her tone did not soften much:

"Anyway, stay away from my boyfriend."

Shu Yun nodded obediently:

"Well, if he takes the initiative to find me in the future, I will hide."

Song Yu choked, and her back molars slammed together.

"Also, put your mind away, Yan Nan won't take a fancy to you."

The air froze for a moment.

"Sister, although senior Yan Nan is difficult to chase, I'm not bad."

Shu Yun raised her beautiful peach eyes, "Why don't you encourage me?"

Song Yu was speechless, and took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "I...also for your own good."

To frighten her so eagerly, to keep her away from Chen Chi, can be considered to be her husband's eagerness.

So what about Yan Nan, what is the relationship between Yan Nan and her Song Yu?

After saying goodbye not in a friendly way, Song Yu walked out, and Shu Yun, like a child who had been scolded by her parents, lowered her head and walked quickly in the opposite direction.

Turning a right-angled corner, her footsteps froze.

......

Shu Yun thought of an old saying - if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself.

Yan Nan was still wearing a blue-purple basketball uniform, his arms were strong and well-proportioned, and his complexion was very white, even a little dazzling at the moment, like a reflective mirror, shining brightly and dazzlingly, ready to accept her as a little demon.

Shu Yun's height is 169, which is tall among girls, but standing in front of Yan Nan and being looked down upon by him, she only felt that she was short in the dust.

The helpless expression flashed by, and Shu Yun's heart was strong, and he quickly regained his composure.

She and Song Yu were talking alone, and the surnamed Yan eavesdropped on the corner, which was not a benevolent act.

"Hello, senior."

Shu Yun greeted him with a smile, as if the two had met by surprise on the side of the main road.

"The game just now was so exciting, and the senior played basketball really well."

"Um."

A very indifferent word, no emotion can be heard.

Shu Yun didn't care about his indifference, and still said goodbye to him with a genial smile:

"I'm leaving now, see you, senior."

This time, before Yan Nan could respond, the little girl passed him lightly.

"There is no road there."

The boy's clear and low voice came from behind, and there was only a thin line between the kind reminder and the narrow play.

Shu Yun withdrew in small steps, tightened the strap of his schoolbag, and a strand of long black hair fell from behind his ears to his face.

The tip of the girl's nose was upturned, and when she passed by him again, the white sharp corner was clearly wrinkled.

I really don't want to thank him for his kind guidance.