Chapter 705 - Bad Sense Of Direction

"All of you, be quiet!"

At the sound of this command, it was as though a pause b.u.t.ton had been pressed. The scene was comical and strange.

The young man who was driving the boat looked at Shen Xun curiously.

His jeans wrapped around his slender legs, and he was extremely tall and well proportioned. He wore a sky-blue collared s.h.i.+rt over his T-s.h.i.+rt, a casual vacation look. However, on him, it looked as good-looking as the celebrities on TV.

At a glance, there were even quite a few other good-looking people.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

It was Han Jun who reacted first. He looked at the frightened students, waved at them, and walked over.

At a glance, he saw Song Yaoyao covering her mouth and looking uncomfortable.

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses. "Seasick?!"

When the crowd heard that Song Yaoyao was seasick, they immediately rushed over anxiously.

The Cla.s.s President was everyone's treasure, they couldn't let anything happen to her!

But as the number of people increased, the area became cramped, and the air wasn't circulating. Song Yaoyao's stomach was already churning. As the wind mixed with the smell of engine oil and perfume, she instantly leaned on the railing and vomited.

"What should we do? Who brought motion sickness medicine?"

Tang Xinrou abandoned An Feiran and squeezed her way through. She patted Song Yaoyao's back worriedly. "Can you still hold on?"

She complained, "Whose idea was it to come to a place like this?!" Her heart ached terribly.

Song Yaoyao couldn't even speak clearly. Shen Xun's face darkened. "Why are you all here? Are you watching a rare animal? Get out of my way!"

Han Jun coughed lightly. "Brother Xun means that if you guys gather around like this, the air won't circulate and she'll feel worse. Go play, it's fine."

In the end, Xu Yue took out a car sickness sticker from her bag and stuck it on Song Yaoyao.

She then lay in Tang Xinrou's arms and slept all the way to their destination.

When she got off the boat, her legs were weak. If not for Tang Xinrou supporting her, she would have knelt on the ground.

After a tiring day and finding accommodation, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Song Yaoyao occupied a room alone and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

In her sleepiness, she heard Tang Xinrou's voice from outside the door. She seemed to be asking her to go out and play. Song Yaoyao pulled the blanket over her head and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, it was already dusk.

The horizon was suffused with a light green color. The same scenery seemed to be exceptionally magnificent on this small island. The cotton candy-like clouds floated gently with the wind, reflecting on the sea surface, making it look like blood.

Song Yaoyao took a shower and changed her clothes. She slowly shuffled out of the door with flip-flops.

They had booked the entire guest house, and it was just enough for everyone to stay in groups of two.

The only single room was given to Song Yaoyao.

The guest house was empty. She had no idea where they went to play.

She guessed that the sound she heard when she slept wasn't a dream, but real.

As she didn't bring her phone, she strolled around leisurely.

It was probably because she hadn't left the house for long time, Song Yaoyao had actually forgotten that she had a bad sense of direction!

Therefore, when she looked at the endless sea and turned back around, she was dumbfounded by the number of forks in the path back.

Where was she? How was she going to get back?

However, Song Yaoyao had one advantage: she was very calm.

Even when she got lost, she could still walk calmly. Maybe she would make her way back after a few circles?

With this mentality, she comforted herself as she walked forward.

There were some small vendors by the roadside.. Although Song Yaoyao didn't bring her cell phone, she had a small change purse on her wrist.