Chapter 1922 The High-Cold Learning God of Bullies and Scumbags (113)

Bai Weiwei: My face hurts a bit, what's the matter? I won't be hit by a dart.

System: "He's learning boxing, but he punched and kicked that sandbag unhappily. By the way, your photo is printed on the outside of the sandbag."

Bai Weiwei: Damn it, it's too cruel. Just listening to it will break a bone.

System: "He still..."

Bai Weiwei: "Stop, run for your life."

This guy, Xia Hanyang, treats her as an enemy. If there are more enemies like this, if you don't hurry up and get caught, you will probably lose your life.

And surface urine.

Dead, Xia Hanyang is not dead yet.

She has to become the spirit behind him, and she can be free by following him behind his back until he dies.

System: "Wait, which one do you want to hear, good news or bad news?"

Bai Weiwei: "Speak together, in no particular order."

System: "The male lead's favorability is maintained at 95."

Bai Weiwei's eyes lit up, good news.

The favorability level has only dropped by five, because she has completed the task, and it doesn't matter how much the favorability level changes.

But at least when Xia Hanyang was about to kill her, at least crying might save her life.

System: "The bad news is that his hatred for you is also maintained at ninety-five."

Bai Weiwei: "What is the concept of hate ninety-five?"

System: "It's that he has feelings for you now, and there is a high probability that he will kill you because of his strong liking and hatred, and by the way, he will make you a specimen to accompany him."

Bai Weiwei: "...Which flight is the fastest to leave this country? Let's go abroad."

Just don't meet Xia Hanyang.

Ethiopia has to go.

System: "I'll check, but you don't have any money."

Bai Weiwei: "Not only do I have no money, but my hair is too long. Now I have to save money on shampoo and cut it short."

And this passage of time has made her life.

But ignoring the details, haircuts are required in prisons.

Her hair was never cut at all.

System: "Your hair is so long that you can sell it for some money."

Bai Weiwei: "That's right. Tomorrow's meal is ready, haha."

The host and the system both gave out poor and shabby laughter.

Because she was too poor, Bai Weiwei returned to the old house with her school uniform and a few books.

It was the old slum house where she lived before she met Xia Hanyang.

The house felt like it was collapsing.

Because of the special location, there is no demolition, but there are fewer people.

Almost like a ghost town.

Bai Weiwei can't do anything about it. This thing on the back of the case has cut off her way of working. She can only do odd jobs tomorrow.

But settle yourself first.

Without a water heater, Bai Weiwei could only carry a bucket of water and put it on the dilapidated small balcony to wash her hair.

Beneath the small balcony is the dirt road of the slum.

Bai Weiwei bent over to wash her hair, and the system chatted with her, "I'll go to the supermarket to see if there's anything to make you lucky."

Otherwise, the life of the case will be difficult to smooth.

Bai Weiwei: "Well, don't consider it over fifty HP."

The system nodded, opened the supermarket shelves, and started picking.

And when the host and the system are both incomparably big.

A black sedan came quickly from the dirt road.

Xia Hanyang wore a phone headset in his ear, "There will be a charity party in the evening, and Secretary Chen will follow you all the way. Tomorrow at seven o'clock will be a cross-border video conference, an hour break at nine o'clock, and an internal meeting at ten o'clock..."

His face was expressionless, his eyes terribly cold.

"Send tomorrow's itinerary to my mailbox before eleven o'clock at night."

After speaking, he took off the phone headset and threw it aside.

Every time at this time, he was irritable and uncomfortable.