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WBQ's Story Chapter 67

 "...Next, we will have a group discussion. Six people in a group, each group choose a favorite Tang Dynasty poet to discuss and appreciate his works."




Standing on the podium, Su Guanning still has an elegant temperament and a smile. If Bo Qian didn’t knew that she liked Tang Yushu, she would never have guessed that Su Guanning would do something like this.




But if it wasn't for that day, Su Guanning knocked on the door desperately, she would not have known that Teacher Su was so lucid that she would not give up until she reached the goal, and she would not leave if she doesn’t have her answer.




When she was waiting for Tang Yushu's reply to tell who the owner of the royal blue skirt was, she guessed that it was Su Guanning 80% of the time, but she didn't understand, why did she follow her?




Did Su Guanning think that she had something unspeakable with Tang Yushu?




Why did she target her?




Or is this not related to Tang Yushu, but something between her and her that Su Guanning that she doesn’t know?




Bo Qian glanced at Su Guanning, who had always maintained a bright and elegant appearance, and her mind was full of question marks.




"Bo Qian, we are a group." The classmates next to Bo Qian immediately grabbed her.




"I want to be with Bo Qian too." A few people quickly surrounded Bo Qian.




"Then there are six of us," Bo Qian said, "Let's join the table."




Seeing Bo Qian who is popular among the classmates, Su Guanning's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of fierceness.





The girl in Tang Yushu's room that day, although she could not see her appearance and body shape, was about the same size as Bo Qian, so she was the first to suspect her.



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  1. Uff Su Guanning is so annoying. Thanks for the chapter.

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