Chapter 454 You Are My Fingertip Starlight

Yan Ge smiled apologetically at the boy.

But Li Che felt that the school girl's smile, with a look of contempt on her face, was clearly like saying to the boy: There's shit in her brain!

After all, although the football itself is not heavy, it can be smashed from such a distance.

Fortunately, Xiaohua dodged just now. If she had to be dodged, it would be fine if she hit her body, but at most it would hurt her muscles and bones. If she were to hit her head, Xiaohua's head might end up the same as the football on the ground.

It's scary to think about it!

There is really shit in my mind to strike up a conversation in this way.

Putting the frying pan back into his backpack, Yan Ge turned around and left after laughing.

But the boy was angry. He was hit by Yan Ge a few times just now, and he really had the illusion that he was hit on the head by an invincible rock.

It hurts so much, it hurts like my head is split into several petals.

While touching his head, he stood up and blocked Yange's way.

How can a goddess do this? It's too coquettish to hit people casually because of your good looks.

The boy asked Yan Ge to take him to the infirmary and find the instructor.

After all, the head is the foundation of a person's standing. After being hit twice in the head like this, he always has the illusion that something will happen to his head in the future.

As a bystander, Li Che can also be regarded as an eyewitness.

Instructor: What's going on?

Boy: "When I was playing football, I accidentally kicked the football over the fence. I thought it hit her, so I immediately ran out and apologized to her. Although the football was smashed by the two of them, after all, I have It was the fault first, so I think an apology is due, and I also proposed to take them to the infirmary."

When the boy said this, he was extremely wronged: "In the end, this girl took out a hammer and hit me on the head without saying a word. The hammer was made of iron. I still feel that my head is buzzing. It still hurts."

The instructor looked at Yan Ge: "How can you have something like 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 pot, you can't take it from the school. The school cafeteria doesn't require everyone to bring a pot when cooking."

However, before he could say anything, Yan Ge broke the pot in half and then let it go and handed it to him.

The instructor silently took the plastic pot in his hand, folded it left and right, and then looked at the boy.

As long as this thing can smash a boy's head and it still hurts, who would believe it?

The boy immediately shouted: "It's not this thing, it was a hammer that hit me, a hammer, a very heavy hammer, really."

Yan Ge handed his schoolbag to the instructor.

The schoolbag is full of drawing books, except for this plastic mini pot, there are no other gadgets.

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief.

It's obviously a big hammer, his head almost didn't crack, such a plastic mini pot, definitely not.

The instructor ignored the boy who was still trying to quibble, he asked Yan Ge: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Yan Ge didn't speak. She handed her mobile phone to the instructor. The interface of her mobile phone was still stuck on the voice interface of the words she asked the boy and the boy's reply to his words.

Oh, Yange recorded the boy's reply.

After listening to the recording, the instructor looked at the rotten ball, and his eyes became a little angry.

The boy hurriedly defended and shouted: "My ball didn't hit her, I never thought of hitting her."