When he rolled to the bottom of the hillside, Mu Wuchong looked at the people under him anxiously.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped.

When she was rolling, her glasses fell off and the disguise was broken.

The face that once seemed like a dream appeared in front of him.

Mu Wuchong's nose moved, and he seemed to smell a scent.

I don’t know what kind of floral scent is, but as long as you smell it, you will know that it is indeed a floral scent.

The person under him looked a little innocent and blinked.

Those pale golden eyes showed a strange color in the sunlight.

Mu Wuchong stared at her.

After half a minute, the girl under her body finally couldn't help it, her eyes were slightly reddish: "Can you, can you get up... You, you are pressing on my wings..."

Rolling all the way down like this, the zipper of her coat had been opened long ago, and the coat had gone to nowhere.

The beautiful transparent wings stretched out, Mu Wuchong would be able to press, one hand on each hand, and she pressed her wings under him like a moth.

Her voice is soft and glutinous, especially nice.

Only then did Mu Wuchong come back to his senses.

"Oh..." He immediately retracted his hand, and then watched her sit up in a daze.

The wings behind her are radiant and beautiful.

But it also proved that she is not human.

When she took her coat back, then stuffed her wings in front of him, and then found the lost glasses, and once again pretended to be an ordinary senior high school student, Mu Wuchong returned. Excited.

"you……"

"Hey." She sighed, did not explain, just spoke a bunch of strange language.

After she finished speaking, Mu Wuchong's eyes stayed for a moment, and then he shook his head suddenly to wake up.

Seeing the person in front of him, he frowned: "Why are we here?"

Amnestics.

This skill has contributed greatly to the success of the elves in human society.

Mu Wuchong couldn't remember what he said just now.

And just now, with the courage that I didn't know where he said, the courage disappeared at this time. He looked at Ye Chuijin in front of him, opened his mouth, and suffocated a red earred sentence after a long while: "You, slow."

After that, he left.

Ye Chuijin yawned and watched him leave.

The communication between the two fell into a bottleneck again.

Mu Wuchong added dramas to himself every day, but no one would act for him every day, the weather was like an angry fish.

Finally, in the eyes of everyone, the autumn art festival has arrived.

Things like art festivals are almost all rounded up by art classes. Few ordinary classes can compete with art classes at art festivals. Mu Wuchong is regarded as the most eye-catching one.

The art committee ran to him, thinking that it would be easy to ask him to make a show for the ordinary class to make a face, but he did not expect that he raised his head and said, "Don't go."

The art committee was stunned, and for a while, he couldn't find any words to persuade him.

Speaking of being on the stage, more people will know that Mu Wuchong's current fame is loved by many of his first-year high school girls.

It is even more nonsense to say that signing up for the art festival will win honor to the class. What kind of art festival will the top class want?

After thinking about it for a long time, the art committee did not think about how to get him to sign up. Seeing his very firm face, the art committee hesitated: "Oh..."

After that, he wanted to leave.

Mu Wu Chong slapped the table: "You can't change someone to persuade me?!"

Art Committee: "???"

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