He is no longer as imposing as he used to be, and he is bound to contradict me as if he is bound to fight with me. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info flickered with flickering eyes, full of aperture, sighed deeply, and just looked at me like that and didn't answer.

In the blank space of a few seconds, it seemed like a long war, except that he was not aggressive.

I was the first to break the eerie silence and asked him, "Do you have any money? I'm hungry!"

Mu Fei slowly retracted his gaze, turned sideways and took something out of his trouser pocket in a panic, and replied hesitantly: "Yes... Yes... What do you want to eat?"

Carefully calculated, eating face-to-face with Mu Fei is already a matter of elementary school.

Although his expression just now seemed to be waiting for comfort, after all these years of antagonism, it was clear that I had already felt embarrassed by even the simple concern.

When the words came out, even I felt cold-blooded, "Don't expect me to thank you for carrying the blame alone, I'm not such an emotional person." ”

Mu Fei patiently picked out the green onions in the fish, and didn't care about the resistance in my words, "Let's eat, the weather is too cold, and the food is easy to cool quickly." ”

I was choked by his calm tone, so I had to pick up the rice and put it in my mouth with a displeased face.

Half-loud, he didn't look up, and said in a muffled and thick voice like falling into cotton: "Jiang Nian, I said I wouldn't pull you into the water, why didn't you believe it in the first place?"

I looked up at him and finished the topic with a blank face: "Didn't you say that when the weather is cold, the food is easy to cool quickly?"

Mu Fei finally stared at me intently for a few seconds with that ugly face. In the end, he lowered his pupils in disappointment and silently picked up the rice in the bowl.

Every time I stay quietly with Mu Fei, I am always surprised how I became good friends with him when I was in elementary school, obviously two people who are so different.

I thought that there was no need to sit down and eat together for this meal, but after being questioned by other people's strange eyes for no reason, they could part ways after staying up for about ten minutes.

I didn't expect Song Zhun to sit next to me without consent with a mechanical poker face, although there is no such thing as a place in the cafeteria.

But you pretend to know me well, shouldn't you say hello to me?

In the few minutes that Song Zhun sat down, he completely treated me and Mu Fei as transparent people, and he didn't care where he was delivering food to his mouth, and his inexplicable face neither spoke, nor did he look up at the surprised gaze that had fallen on him.

If someone who doesn't know about it, they think it's finding fault. As much as I would love to think so, I didn't put it into action.

Mu Fei, who was straight, couldn't stand it, put down the chopsticks in his hand heavily, stared at Song Zhun with a ruffian face, and asked provocatively: "Dude, what do you mean?"

Song Zhun ignored him, holding just the right amount of high posture, but he couldn't get bored because of that overly good-looking face.

Obviously, Mu Fei is angry, a person like him who is labeled as an underworld behind his back is to have no face in front of everyone.

So he made a gesture to teach Song Zhun a lesson, of course I was not surprised at all, and I didn't plan to help.

But what surprised me was that Song Zhun changed his previous calm and calm this time, and played a scoundrel, which was not inconsistent at all.

Is he afraid that I will be bullied by Mu Fei? Then he thinks he has the mentality of saving me, and he is really kind!

It's a pity that I want to see other expressions on your face. I can't wait to see it, so I can be sure that you're also alive, not a mechanized wooden man.

Otherwise, I'm really afraid, you are a robot created by advanced science. Wouldn't that be a big loss?

Just when I looked at Mu Fei and Song Zhun's momentum, I firmly thought that there would be a vicious fight. Unexpectedly, after Mu Fei was beaten, his brain may not be bright. Or he looked at the yellow calendar before going out, which said that it was not appropriate to fight today.

Otherwise, how could he look at Song Zhun viciously, then get up and shake off his clothes and leave? You must know that he is the kind of person who would rather die than pull down his son and admit defeat.

It seems that not only Song Zhun, but even Mu Fei and I have to re-examine it.

After school, I stood in the corner behind the janitor's room and waited for Song Joon to come out, intending to have a candid chat with him like a friend, and then put an end to this game of hide and chase.

The snow-white crushed ice would accumulate together on the footprints, and I leaned against the wall and rubbed my left foot against the smooth skin of my right foot. The dead branches on both sides of the road will fall from them due to the rising temperature.

I prayed that the warmer days would come soon, so that my thoughts that had been oppressed by the cold would be relieved soon.

But with the strong wind, carrying the snowflakes fluttering in the air, the girl who passed by me tried her best to grab the shaved messy hair, and hurried in the direction of the bus stop.

I knew that when I woke up tomorrow morning, I would inevitably see a white landscape all around the snow-covered town.

While complaining about the weather, I took a moment to wonder when the school bell rang, but no one came out, and finally saw Song Zhun hurriedly coming out of the small door.

As he walked, he wrapped the scarf that had slipped over his shoulders around his neck again, then lowered his head and rubbed his palms back and forth, and when it was warm, he put it in his jacket pocket and walked forward nonchalantly.

I tilted my head to see a few arrogant footprints on the bag behind him, mixed with the color of earth, and since I could not see my presence in his place, I calmed down and looked at the back of his head and back unscrupulously.

Only then did I find out that Song Zhun was indeed quite tall, but how could he be as thin as me, a person with poor family conditions?

Originally, following in his footsteps, I finally mustered up the courage to convince myself to change the setting to an unintentional chance encounter. The shout that rose to the throat and was almost about to burst out, and the girl who suddenly jumped out of the corner was frightened and stopped her steps.

When he looked back and counted carefully, he found that he was walking on thin ice, following his steps, and building a wall at the bottom of his heart for no reason, isolating the only light that remained.

It wouldn't be surprising that a boy like Song Joon would have a girl orchestrate a touching confession for him. Because this is the treatment that he deserves.

If I were him, I guess I leaned over and hugged the girl before she was moved by the action she planned and cried. Why bother to stretch out his hand tremblingly like him, and wanted to comfort him for a while, but retreated.

I couldn't help but feel anxious while watching the plot, after all, girls are so beautiful. It is still a school flower that is famous for its cultivation and connotation. In front of that man's eyes, he would not refuse, let alone that they were so compatible.

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