The seventh day of the first lunar month.

The weather in Yujing has begun to warm up.

After attending the wedding of Senior Sister Six and Senior Brother Seven, Zhang Yogurt decisively chose to return to Beijing.

My life in the sect was so depraved. In addition to showing off each other, she just played mahjong together. But she always lost playing mahjong. These days, she has lost a lot of money. She is not as good as these people. She finally found an opportunity in the sand sculpture group and wanted to pretend, but no one paid attention to her until now.

Here's the disadvantage of forcibly pretending to behave-

When I was on the way, I didn’t feel anything, but I was quite excited. When I came to my senses, I was over and I felt awkward.

But the group of people didn't speak, and no one spoke, as if they were collectively disconnected from the Internet.

This caused her not to dare to open the group these days.

Once you open the group, you will be forcibly pretending.

This group of people was like taking a picture of her in a very embarrassing moment, framed it into a huge photo frame, and hung it on the head of her bed.

"hateful!"

Zhang Yogurt was riding a motorcycle at this time, running at lightning on the highway, bored at high speed, and thinking in his mind.

When she encountered several major traffic jams caused by the peak return trip, the advantages of the motorcycle were reflected. She could easily pass through and would not deduct points when walking in the emergency lane. But sometimes it was so blocked that even the motorcycle was not easy to pass through. She stopped, put the motorcycle into the space magic weapon in front of all the drivers, and flew over with her sword.

It took her almost half a day to return to Yujing from Jianzhou. The sun was drowsy and drowsy in the middle, which made her very tired.

When she returned to the dormitory, she fell asleep on the sofa.

This time I fell asleep, I had another dream.

For some reason in my dream, except for her, the members of the Shasha group and their goddess roommates actually spent the New Year together. Just when she felt it was ridiculous, the group members in the picture saw the news of her forcibly pretending to be in the group, and made some discussions on this, and concluded that she was a pretender.

She was so angry.

Among them, the most fierce one is the sand sculpture.

It was his idea not to reply to her.

The most annoying thing is that the roommate is still present.

How could these idiots slander themselves in front of their roommates?

But soon she realized that it was just a dream.

It turns out that this is a dream.

Zhang Yogurt breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the picture changed.

Time begins to flow back and go back to the past.

In the dream, a roommate appeared with a blank expression on his face and silently watching the scene of himself chatting in the group.

Grandma always said: Don’t tell my goddess!

Grandma always said: I can’t let my goddess know the embarrassing things I did in the group, and I can’t let her know that I am a silly!

The roommate in the dream sneered.

Why is it still a dream?

Zhang Yogurt thought so and woke up.

When I woke up, it was already May this year, and the martial arts experience was held again.

And today is the finals.

Because she slacked off her practice a few days ago, she fell behind the sculptural vegetarian. At that time, the ring was very eye-catching, but she was not as good as she fought. The sword in her hand became awkward. In the end, she lost to the sculptural vegetarian under countless gazes, and she had no power to fight back.

"ah!"

Zhang Yogurt sat up instantly.

The dusk light shone into the dormitory, the living room was empty, and the quiet around it was in sharp contrast to her violently beating heart.

At this moment, the ringtone of the cell phone suddenly remembered.

It was called by the master.

Zhang Yogurt breathed a long sigh and answered the phone.

"Master Wicked?"

“Have you arrived?”

"arrive."

“When did it arrive?”

"It's been a while."

"Why don't you tell us peace?"

"I was a little tired and fell asleep..." Zhang Yogurt couldn't help but smash it, feeling his throat was a little dry, his body was covered in cold sweat, and his answer was honest.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing..."

"I can hear your voice, your heart is in a mess."

"Master."

Zhang Yogurt's face gradually became solemn, he pondered for a while, and said to the phone: "I vaguely had a premonition that I met my old enemy in this life."

"Isn't your old enemy Wu Aiwei?"

"What? What?"

"It's the one in the royal court."

"Oh! What's her name?"

"Wu Ai Wei."

"So her name is this..."

Zhang Yogurt pulled the corner of his mouth. This name is so strange. How could anyone call this name?

But she didn't care about these things at this time, and she just shook her head and said to her master: "No, Wang Ting's garbage is irrelevant. I'm talking about my old enemy. Do you understand? If you don't understand, Master, you can check the dictionary. I feel that I have already developed a demon... No! I have to think of a way to get rid of him!"

"Have you not woke up yet?" said the old sword master, "Our Sword Sect does not have the saying of inner demons, only Buddhism and Taoist sects have it."

"I……"

Zhang Yogurt was halfway through his words and suddenly looked out the door.

The familiar footsteps range from far to near, accompanied by the sound of the box dragging.

"Didi..."

The dormitory door was pushed open, and the footsteps suddenly became clear.

The goddess roommate walked in front and looked at her calmly: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing or nothing..."

Zhang Yogurt hurriedly denied it and waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm calling my master. I didn't wake up just now and was talking nonsense... Master? Wai? Wai?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time.

It was so long that Zhang Yogurt thought that his master had gone to do other things with the phone hanging up, but there was a slight breathing sound from the other end of the phone.

Finally a voice came again, but it was full of disbelief:

"What were you just saying?" Gu

"Nothing was done."

"Who...who made you panic like this?"

"My roommate is back."

"Who is your roommate?"

"It's my roommate."

"Think about the tone of your speech just now..." The old sword master paused for a moment, his tone was complicated, "Where do we look like our disciples of the Sword Sect?"

“emmm…”

"You can reflect on it."

“…”

Zhang Yogurt threw away his phone and didn't care.

The disciple of the Sword Sect was born between heaven and earth, how could he be bound by those rules? When she became the master of the sword, she would also make random rules and bind others.

Zhang Yogurt thought so, reached out to wipe his face, and stood up to meet his two roommates.

...
To be continued...