"Hi~Sweetheart~" Abjos greeted her sweetly, not caring about Rong Zhao's indifferent attitude at all, and hypocritically put on a worried look: "I just saw the head of the grade call you away, it's okay, right?"

"Why did the head of the grade call me away, can't you guess?" Rong Zhao, who had subconsciously paused just now, took another step and replied in a cold voice.

"Guess a little, but I care about you. Saying that, Abjos also exaggerated his heart: "It's really touching, we haven't been able to talk for a long time." ”

If there are no special circumstances, Rong Zhao actually doesn't want to talk nonsense with this neurotic. Not to mention the fact that everyone's position is not consistent, just talking about the big jump in Abjos's thinking, Rong Zhao feels uncomfortable to follow, not to mention how embarrassing Rong Zhao is standing in the middle when his acting skills attract the attention of the surrounding eyes.

…… Of course, the most important thing is that as soon as he walks over, he will block the sound around him.

Rong Zhao, who didn't want to talk to Abjos, made a blank face, and subconsciously quickened his pace, as if he could leave that annoying person behind. It's a pity that no matter how fast her pace is, she can't compare to the other party's height of a head and a half than herself, and one step after her long legs is equal to two steps for her, so Abujos, who has no self-consciousness of being disgusted at all, followed her so easily, and kept talking: "Honey, don't you really want to talk to me about your troubles?"

"......" Rong Zhao felt that his biggest trouble might be from this person, so it was best for the other party to consciously shut up, if he was more considerate, it would be better to be able to completely leave her sight.

Abhos was not discouraged when he didn't get a response, and he still smiled without being affected from the beginning to the end: "Don't be like this, you know that I really like the feeling of being around you, if you are kinder to me, maybe I will be willing to tell you something?"

Rong Zhao suddenly stopped and looked sideways at this beautiful half-breed: "Will you?"

Abjos spread his hands with an unchanged smile: "Why don't you try?"

Rong Zhao pondered for a while, as if he was seriously thinking about whether it was worth selling his soul for one or two pieces of information, and then thinking about it, this was nothing more than a matter of posture. In any case, Abjos himself knew that there would be no possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two of them until he stopped doing things.

So the next choice was logical, Rong Zhao made a psychological construction for himself, took a deep breath, stiffly pulled the corners of his mouth and quickly made a "laugh" movement, and then calmed down: "Okay, then I'll ask you in a friendly way now, where are Song Qingqing and the others now?"

“…… Little sweetheart, do you treat me as a fool?" Abjos looked at her helplessly and playfully.

Rong Zhao's expression remained unchanged, and his calm expression revealed some inexplicable oppression: "Since even the answer to this question is so difficult to say, presumably you won't tell me, what does Yan Heng's matter have to do with you?"

Abjoth's smile paused for a moment.

After a long time, he slowly retracted the excess expression on his face under Rong Zhao's gaze, even the original curvature of the corners of his lips became lighter, and there was obvious sarcasm in his voice: "I really didn't expect that the weight of that idiot was heavier?"

Rong Zhao lowered his eyelashes, he had already guessed that it was impossible to get an answer from the other party's mouth so easily, so he was not disappointed and was about to turn around and leave.

Abjos stopped her, sighing with a hint of connivance: "Seriously, why can't you come to my side, or do you really think that I won't hurt you anyway, and that everything so far has been playing with you?"

Even if Rong Zhao has never been very keen on complaining, he can't help but sincerely want to say at this time - are you tmd calling this a joke?

Probably seeing the stern look in Rong Zhao's eyes, Abhos withdrew his arm and shrugged: "Well, maybe you can't appreciate my sense of humor yet. ”

Rong Zhao replied lightly according to his sentence: "Maybe you don't realize how much I want to beat people now." After speaking, he paused for a moment, and then stared at him seriously and said the second half of the sentence word by word: "It's okay, when I have a chance in the future, I will definitely let you experience it for yourself." ”

"It's so rare, I thought you would never threaten anyone. The threatened Abhos not only did not get angry, but was strangely happy again, and the more he died, he desperately tried to provoke Rong Zhao: "Is it still because of that Yan Heng? Or is it because of something else that makes you so angry? If you can't face me calmly now, will it be that one day in the future, you will completely forget your fair and objective mood and take the initiative to attack me?"

"It's horrible for an inquisitor!"

Rong Zhao listened silently, and then sighed: "I once told others that the rules cannot be actively violated and tried to be deceived, but that doesn't mean that I don't know how to ......be flexible."

Abjos was listening with relish, feeling as if he could discover another side of Rong Zhao, when he suddenly changed his head and asked, "Do you know what other people you see in school will think if you often stick to me like this?"

Although he was puzzled, Abjos replied seriously: "I think I like you and am pursuing you?" I do like you very much, I don't think there is anything bad about this speculation that bothers you?"

"It's fine. ”

Rong Zhao calmly replied to these three words, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Abjos's collar and tugged it, and at the same time hooked his feet, Abjos just felt that his ankles were hooked, and when he was unstable on his feet, his chest was pressed against Rong Zhao's shoulders, and he gave it away...... After a whirlwind, when Abjos was lying on the ground unable to move, and a dull pain in his back gradually spread, he realized that he had been thrown out by the other party's over-the-shoulder fall.

Rong Zhao walked over slowly, condescendingly stretched out a foot and stepped on his chest, his still cold facial features seemed to glow in the backlight of the sun: "The censor really can't do anything about you...... But if a girl wants to beat up a boy who is stalking and pursuing her, no one can say that it is wrong anywhere. ”

"Since you like Chinese culture, then I'll teach you one more sentence. Rong Zhao smiled faintly: "Here, Qing officials are constantly doing housework. ”