Even though she was in a sorry state, her aura did not weaken.
A gust of cold wind blew as he walked out of the bathroom.
Zhao Xiaolu trembled. Her body was cold, but her heart was warm.
She did it.
At this moment, she felt that she was very handsome!
Zhao Xiaolu did not return to the dormitory to change her clothes. She maintained her aura and went to the teacher's office.
The moment the teacher saw her, she frowned and reprimanded her.
"Zhao Xiaolu, what's wrong with you? You didn't draw those paintings, so why didn't you tell me? How am I supposed to explain this to the school? I'm telling you, your spot ..."
"Teacher!" Zhao Xiaolu interrupted her and gave her a deep bow. &Quot; I'm sorry, teacher. I know I'm wrong. As for the quota ... I think we should change the candidate. &Quot;
