The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

It suddenly became white outside.

Outside the window, small flakes of snow fell on it.

It is the first snow.

Su Nanzhi hasn't seen snow for a long time.

I have been living in the south all these years, and the memory of Xue seems to have been buried with the departure of my parents.

She had forgotten what snow looked like.

With her ability, it is not a problem to get a fake snow, but the fake will be fake after all, it is not as exciting as this.

Su Nanzhi subconsciously opened the window.

A gust of cold wind blew in.

Along her loose bathrobe, she got into the body from every gap.

To her, the bone-chilling chill is as gratifying as the refreshing autumn wind.

The year-round heat in the body seemed to be mostly soothed by the weather of the first snow.

And the scenery outside the window is also very beautiful.

Su Nanzhi couldn't help but took out her phone to take a few pictures, and then set the one she thought was the best as a screensaver.

After ten minutes of cold wind blowing like this, Su Nanzhi suddenly remembered that she should solve the problem of clothes.

So, she closed the window regretfully, and tentatively sent Jiang Beiyu an emoji on WeChat instead.

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This emoticon pack was stolen from Du Zijin. She didn't know where she collected it, a bunch of various types of emoticon packs.

Maybe it's because Du Zijin likes beautiful sisters and brothers very much. She uses specific emojis when chatting with certain people. For example, when chatting with Su Nanzhi, she uses particularly cute emojis.

There are also many emoticons used to blow rainbow farts.

Su Nanzhi felt that those were useless, so she stopped stealing them.

Jiang Beiyu woke up, picked up his phone, and could even reply in seconds: [? 】

This time it was Su Nanzhi's turn, not knowing how to speak.

She just said "I have no clothes to wear"?

No matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel right.

But before she could figure out how to edit the next sentence, Jiang Beiyu's voice chat invitation came.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

She paused, and finally clicked the answer button.

"Woke up so early today?" There was a deep and slightly hoarse voice from the opposite side, obviously he had just woken up not long ago, and he should still be lying on the bed.

Su Nanzhi: "Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Beiyu: "Huh?"

Su Nanzhi: "I didn't bring any clothes yesterday, and I took a shower just now, but I got my clothes wet."

Even if she didn't get her clothes wet, she didn't like to put them back on, but she might wear them back when she had no other choice, but now, she didn't even have the chance to put them back on.

Unless she washes and dries immediately.

But Su Nanzhi thought about it, the first self-study class this morning seemed to have been taken up by Mr. Jiang.

She can be late, but Teacher Jiang can't.

Jiang Beiyu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, as if he was also responding, and then Su Nanzhi heard a slight movement on his end, and knew that he was getting up.

Jiang Beiyu: "Then what are you wearing now?"

In one sentence, their chat fell into unspeakable embarrassment.

After Jiangbeiyu realized that he seemed to have asked something nonsense, he said, "You wait."

The call was hung up after that.

Su Nanzhi looked in the mirror, thinking that the bathrobe on her body was still completely covering her.

After a while, about six or seven minutes passed, someone knocked on her door.