The Heroine Is Always Acting

Chapter 6

"That's right. Miss Su, regarding the previous big-name incident, Director Qiao attended the press conference for you. Were you two together before?"

……

WTF? The female lead actually voluntarily abandoned the male lead?

The television program made Yang Mianhua confused. She picked up her phone and opened Weibo.

Huh? The video program had only been broadcast for three minutes. Su Xiaomian Lu Ming wasn't on the trending list Qiao Mingchen...

Yang Mianhua placed his Wahaha on the coffee table. Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Triangular love? Male love? Love and hate? ……

It made her feel like she wasn't as good as she was at the same time as opening her eyes. Yang Mianhua praised the few Weibo bloggers who said they were dog-blooded.

Of course, most of the emotional bloggers were still scattering chicken soup. The title was basically as follows:" Su Xiaomian Lu Ming Fei: Love you is to announce to the world that you are my person." "I believe in love again "……

Yang Mianhua opened it and saw that they had written quite well. Her mood was complicated...

However, he was right. After all, there was no rule in this world that the two of them would always be together, right? Even the male lead and female lead in the novel couldn't do it. Everyone had the right to love and be loved, as well as the right to choose their loved ones, right?

Hai, oh, Yang Mianhua was actually persuaded. She pouted and blew her bangs. Forget it, forget it. Anyway, the System wasn't around anymore, so let's do whatever the mission needs.

Yang Mianhua put down his phone and turned off the TV. He planned to lie in bed for a while. The beautiful weekend was about to pass, and he would have to take a bus to school to study later!

What was the most valuable thing at this time? Time. What was the cheapest thing? Time for the poor.

Yang Mianhua was dreaming. She dreamed that when she was in high school, she would hand out leaflets. The prices in the small town were very low, and she would only be able to hand out 50 RMB for the entire day. It was a waste of money, but at that time, it was Yang Mianhua for two or three days. Even if it was so cheap, in the small county, the demand for such jobs still exceeded the supply. There were many people who were willing to do it.

The Yang Mianhua alarm rang." Get up, get up. Those who don't want to be slaves, take our flesh and blood ……"

Yang Mianhua rubbed her eyes. For a moment, she felt like she was in the dormitory. Opening her eyes, she picked up her phone and pressed the alarm clock.

Yang Mianhua thought back to her high school days. At that time, although the weekend was a bit tiring, life was indeed very enjoyable. She had five good Chinese roommates and was a joke in the dorm. They would add to the show themselves and issue the Best Friend Award in China. Every time they made a fuss about this title, they would make a fuss for a while.

To this Yang Mianhua, getting up was the most difficult thing. However, in high school, she had never been worried because the national anthem would ring at 5:30 every morning.

At that time, Yang Mianhua's greatest pleasure was waking up with the national anthem. Then, he watched his roommate sing the national anthem while pulling the curtains. Sometimes, he salute.

The most interesting thing was the dorm boss. She drew the curtains like a flag. Every time she did something weird in a serious manner, she didn't know what to do, making everyone laugh or cry.

When Yang Mianhua thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up. How lucky he was to meet those people.

Of course, she was quite lucky to meet her current classmate. Thinking of this, Yang Mianhua couldn't wait to see her classmate.

###Chapter7

The Yang Mianhua who had returned to school was seriously fighting with the English letters when he heard a voice in his ear." Little Cotton, do you believe that love exists in this world?"

"Of course I do," Yang Mianhua replied subconsciously.

"Oh?" "Why do you believe me?"

"Why don't you believe me?" Who? Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Romeo and Juliet, jack and rose ……"

"Wait, didn't these people you mentioned die for love?"

"That's right. It's love when a person dies. It's not love when they live." After all, all he got was luck, and what he lost was inevitable ……"

"Stop!" "Stop, stop, stop, stop. The literary girl Yang Mianhua can you stop being so glib and give me a good answer?"

"What are you doing? You want to fall in love?" The Yang Mianhua suddenly raised his head from the test paper and turned around to ask seriously.

"Eh, who?" "Who wants to fall in love?" Yang Mianhua probably hit the point. Li Siqi ears were a little red, and even the volume of his speech unconsciously rose.

"Oh, that's good." Yang Mianhua turned his head back and continued to write.

"Hey, what if someone wants me?" It was probably because he was unwilling to let Yang Mianhua's reaction be so calm that Li Siqi said that.

The pen in his hand fell Yang Mianhua a "pa" sound." Who is it?" "Which stinky man dares to steal a woman from me!"

"Little ancestor, can you keep your voice down? I'm just a self-study..." Li Siqi rolled her eyes in her heart. Her deskmate might be a fool, a a fool.

When it came to friendship between women, it was really strange. There were small things that would make two good friends quarrel and make two women become good friends. As for Yang Mianhua being a good friend at the same table with her, it came from an embarrassing incident.

After a PE class, Yang Mianhua went to the bathroom to find out that she had come to her aunt's house, but she did n' t bring any sanitary napkins. So, she asked her to go to the supermarket to buy sanitary napkins...

Just like that, because of a sanitary napkin, Yang Mianhua opened up to Li Siqi.

"I understand. Who's after you?" What? Are you tempted? Li Siqi I'm telling you, did you forget that you did n' t fall in love in high school ……"

"Calm down, Little Cotton. Don't worry, I wo n' t betray you." Li Siqi quickly calmed down for his deskmate.

"But then again, Si Qi, do you believe in love?" For some reason, Yang Mianhua always felt that she was at the same table like a young girl. After all, only those women would ask such an i***t question. Of course, Yang Mianhua firmly refused to admit that she was such a woman. It would be fine if she ridiculed herself.

"Me?" It was alright. "I don't seem to believe it."

"Tch, no matter if you believe it or not, Si Qi, let me tell you, my mother said that men don't have any good stuff. You can do it yourself."

"Hey, my mom said that too."

Li Siqi seemed to have discovered a new continent. Then, he pinched his waist and waved his small head. His small hand pointed towards Yang Mianhua chest." Hmph, you guys don't have any good things."

Yang Mianhua was dumbfounded.

Oh, it was a little exaggerated to learn such a thing.

"Hahahaha, my mother often teased my father like this." As Li Siqi learned, she laughed.

……

As long as there was no teacher present for the evening self-study in the school, it was usually not peaceful. The classroom would always be filled with a restless atmosphere of youth. Especially when there was a power outage, it was a joyous event.

However, there were very few such things. When it came to late self-study in the senior year, it was usually very quiet. Most of them were writing questions, some of them were quietly discussing problems or chatting, some were sleeping, some were reading novels and eating...

If someone suddenly spoke loudly, then the other people's voices would be heard one after another, turning into a noisy market.

Compared to college, Yang Mianhua still liked high school. Although college was easier than high school's freedom, it lacked vitality and excitement. What made Yang Mianhua more nostalgic was that at that time, they were able to persevere and work hard for only one goal. No matter how confused the road ahead was.

If God gave you a chance to be reborn, when would you choose to return?

Yang Mianhua had seen such a problem in a magazine in high school, but she remembered that she did not choose anything at that time because she had never felt that such a thing would happen to her. Moreover, could she choose something like rebirth? So, she threw the magazine to her deskmate in disdain. How long had it been? She was slapped in the face?

If it was said that he could really have a chance to come back, Yang Mianhua would naturally choose to start from the first day of the year, love his parents, protect his mother, and confess to the people he loved... However, it seemed that God would not easily fulfill other people's wishes. He had reincarnated into someone else's body, but his mother had still passed away. Her father had been away for many years. She had stayed at home for several months and had not seen a trace of her so-called father.

Yang Mianhua let out a long sigh. When she came home from school, she lay on her big bed. She repeatedly missed her grandma, and as she thought about it, her tears fell down. If something happened to her, only grandma would care about her.

Everything started on the first day of the year. That year, his father's company went bankrupt, his father cheated, his parents divorced, he was sent to his grandma's house, his mother had a car accident, and his father was nowhere to be seen... In the end, she and Grandma were the only ones left.

Hate? He hated it.

He hated his father for not caring about his family and cheating on him. He hated that he didn't care about himself after his mother died, but he hated that he did n' t understand things and couldn't see the state of his family. He hated that he did n' t grow up in time and didn't love his mother properly...

Yang Mianhua she was actually a sensitive and fragile person. Whenever someone couldn't sleep at night, she would blame herself, but during the day, she would become a strong female warrior.

Yang Mianhua didn't know what she was thinking and stopped crying. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the tissue on the bedside table to wipe her tears.

She got up and sat down on the chair beside her. She took out the books from the drawer and started her homework.

Yang Mianhua, she had many dreams. Ever since she was young, she had wanted to become a police officer. However, she realized that she didn't like to be a police officer. She only liked the prestige of a police officer. In fact, what she really liked was the handsome guy and gossip. For this reason, when she Yang Mianhua college, she had taught herself Han Yu.

Therefore, Yang Mianhua felt that she had to take advantage of the opportunity to take the college entrance exam again. Even if it wasn't the moment that he wanted to return, he could n' t waste another chance, could he?

Yang Mianhua brush swiped, and his mind clearly recorded every trace of his brush. She didn't want to get past it. No matter whose body it was, as long as her soul was hers, she had to shoulder the responsibility of life.