The flower of the high mountain of the school bully [wearing the book]

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**Please remember that this is a machine translation novel.

Weibo has not been very peaceful recently.

    Another incident occurred when a student from country Z was shot abroad. The murder case caused a lot of uproar on the Internet.

    The one who was killed was a nineteen-year-old young girl. The blue background photo shows Qiu Tong cutting water. She was so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes off her.

    According to reports, the murderer of the case was quarreling with his boyfriend at the time, and found that the boyfriend was staring at the girl in a trance, and fired several shots in anger.

    The comments section was a riot.

    Most people are indignantly demanding that the maddened murderer be brought to justice, and many people are lamenting that the beautiful blooming girl has withered like this.

    There are also a small number of people who harbor hatred for the rich and say some sour words of "victim guilt theory", and their discordant remarks were soon besieged by angry netizens.

    But whether it was the sighs and sighs on Weibo, or the remorse of relatives and family members, the beautiful girl in the ID photo could not be seen or heard.

    Ning Qiu was awakened by the heat.

    In a daze, she vaguely sensed something was wrong.

    When son. After the bullet entered her chest with severe pain, the blood quickly drained, and in the cold December winter, she was clearly as cold as falling into the melting glacier snow.

    The room with only 12 square meters is not spacious. The small electric fan is whirring on the chair beside the bed. Even if it is turned to the maximum gear, it can't blow away the heat in the air, but even the wind blowing out changes. warm.

    The dry mouthed Ning Qiu opened her eyes with a little sleepiness. After she got up and looked around, she immediately froze.

    This is where?

    There was no pain in her chest, she lay well on the bed covered with mats, her heart beating steadily and powerfully.

    Ning Qiu's first reaction was to wear it herself.

    Her heart tightened, she hurriedly jumped out of bed, ran barefoot to the closet next to the mirror, and was stunned again.

    The girl in the mirror has a familiar and unfamiliar face with melon seeds, with a fair complexion and a thin red, but the neatly covered pot and bangs make the whole person a little more stupid.

    Ning Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

    The person in the mirror is still her, but she is not nineteen years old, she looks like she just entered high school.

    Ning Qiu looked around, flipping through the textbooks and stacks of summer homework on the desk.

    The words "Ning Qiu, Class 1 and 1" are neat and graceful, beautiful like a love letter, and it was her handwriting that was correct.

    Xu Shi had just woken up, and Ning Qiu's half-awake consciousness had not yet made him realize that the unfamiliar surroundings had never appeared in his memory.

    She thought she was favored by the goddess of luck, and was reborn back to Girls' Generation after her death.

    Ning Qiu was flipping through the workbook, but out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the calendar on the old desk.