"You, you ......" Tang Chenyu has been with you for most of the day, and he doesn't know what to say to express the impact on his young heart.

In the end, I can only ask seriously: "Are you weaned?"

"Poof~"

Uncontrollable laughter came from the front and back rows, Tang Chenyu lifted the front kick, and the laughter quieted down.

"What's the matter with this kid?"

"It's you at the same table, newcomer, our peers. The boy in front turned around and whispered to Tang Chenyu.

"Your eyes were donated, this is your age?"

"It's not a question of whether I donate my eyes or not, Lao Bai said. ”

"Lao Bai is really, all the messy tables are put on my side!" Tang Chenyu muttered dissatisfiedly.

Although he is a demon king of the mixed world, he is still a ten-year-old child after all, and he is not throwing or scolding when facing a tablemate who is several times shorter for a while.

Zhao Zhao didn't speak, took out a milk bottle from his schoolbag, and then pressed the lock cover switch in front of Tang Chenyu, and with a bang, the lid popped open, revealing a milky white straw.

Students: "......"

Tang Chenyu: "......"

He's always had a nickname, the killer of the same table.

Now he thinks that he is a killer at the same table, why is he so cute, he drinks milk, why do he still look at him with an innocent face.

He......

I want to curse.

But no, he promised his mother that he wanted to be a good student who didn't fight or scold.

"Okay, new tablemate, what's your name?" Tang Chenyu was a little helpless, he didn't mean to fight or anything, most of the time it was to see that the other party was unhappy, in the way or too noisy, and he would do it when he was arguing.

Now, it doesn't seem too much of a nuisance, and it's not too noisy.

Zhao Zhao tidied up his little tucks, moved his little buttocks, and directly gave Tang Chenyu a back.

Having had enough milk, she put down the bottle, took out a game console from her small school bag, and played Tetris with great interest.

Tang Chenyu: "......"

There was a feeling that he was disliked.

Everyone was absent-minded in this music class, and when the class was over, Zhao Zhao was surrounded.

It's like a piece of candy falling into an ant's nest, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

At this time, the boys were growing crazy in height, and the girls were crazy about drawing, all of them were much taller than Zhaozhao.

A small milk bag is enclosed inside, which visually looks helpless and pitiful.

"Your name is Tang Zhaozhao, isn't it? Hello, my name is Lu Zetong. ”

"Wow, you're so young, are you really ten years old?"

"I seem to have heard in the office before, you have been lying in the hospital bed for seven years because you have a serious illness, you and we were born in the same year, but you haven't woken up for seven years, haven't you grown?"

"Then you're three years old, you should go to kindergarten. ”

"I only went to kindergarten when I was five years old. ”

"You should go to the kindergarten and let the teacher take care of it, we all go to the toilet by ourselves, will you take off your pants by yourself?"

Everyone says everything you say, and the children speak very directly, and they don't have any roundabouts and tactfulness.

But the little classmates who came around to talk to Zhao Zhao also thought she was so cute.

Pretty and cute little sister, most people still like it very much.

Tang Chenyu felt that his little braincase was about to explode, "Everyone shut up and went back to their seats, they were noisy." ”

Seeing him angry, the classmates stopped asking questions, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Tang Chenyu looked back at Tang Zhaozhao, who was looking at him innocently, rummaged through the hole in his table, took out a small box of chocolates, and threw it on the table of the small table, "Don't cry, eat, it's not to kill you." ”