As soon as Zhuang Xuezhu saw that Situ wanted to stand up and speak, he realized that Situ wanted to intercede for Lan Keman.

He bowed to Situ, but did not give Situ a chance to explain, but said undoubtedly:

"Situ, Lan Keman, hurry up and return to your respective positions, the class will start in another moment!"

"I'll check on how well you both have studied for the last lesson!"

"I don't need to mention the seat anymore!"

Situ had no choice, so he had to look back and gently stroke the silk hair on the top of Lan Keman's forehead with the palm of his hand, and carefully put away the bookware and put it into the bookcase for Keman, holding it in one hand, and the other took Lan Keman's slender little hand and sent her to the middle seat in the last row.

Situ gently placed the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and textbooks neatly for Keman, and gently whispered relief to Lan Keman:

"Sister Man'er, don't worry, I'll help you get a night pearl when I get home from class today, don't worry, I won't let your eyes be damaged!"

Lan Keman suddenly had to sit in his seat with a little panic, and his soft white fingers kept pinching the brush of the red sandalwood wolf in his hand.

At this time, Lan Keman's long-standing problem, whether it is not knowing the words, not being able to memorize the poetry taught by her mother, or not being able to understand the class now, or when she is nervous, as long as she has this pen in her hand, she will inevitably keep kneading it so hard.

When you get closer, you can almost see that the delicate fingers are already white.

It wasn't until the school desk next to him made a slight moving sound because of someone touching it, that Lan Keman pretended to be calm and slowly put the red sandalwood pen that was about to be crumpled on the table.

Because he was still too nervous, Lan Keman's pen rolled straight down from the side of the book the moment he put it down.

Coincidentally, it rolled all the way to a place not far under Ling Xingyue's feet, stopping its untimely rolling.

Lan Keman didn't dare to turn his head, only his eyes were still carefully focused on the textbook in front of him, just as the pen had never slipped, never dropped, and never fallen to such a deserved place.

"Calm down! I want to be calm! When class is over, it's completely too late for me to pick it up again! ”

"Lan Keman! Don't look back! Don't make any moves! ”

Lan Keman couldn't help but get nervous again, and the little hand began to grab another brush at random and knead it vigorously.

"Sister Keman, good morning." A soft, pleasant, magnetic and soft voice said.

Lan Keman slowly turned his head, it was that guy, that Ling Xingyue was talking to her, that disciple and his polite and well-educated Yazheng look, he felt that he was going to catch up with Brother Situ.

The eyes are clear, although they are still as dark and deep as when they first met, and their pupils are like night, but the difference between Ling Xingyue today is that there is a shining starlight in the darkness of those eyes.

"My name is Ling Xingyue," he said, holding the red sandalwood brush that Lan Keman had fallen to the ground.

"I didn't have a chance to formally introduce you a few days ago, but this time we officially met!

The only two times we met, we didn't look very harmonious. ”

"I'm either busy trying to save you, or I'm making you angry, and I'm being beaten."

Speaking of this, Ling Xingyue suddenly smiled slightly, like three thousand starry skies.

Lan Keman felt a slight suffocation in his heart, and hurriedly reached out to take the pen.

However, Ling Xingyue did not immediately let go of the hand holding the pen, but held the two ends of the pen with Lan Keman, stared at Lan Keman with those charming eyes, and said softly:

"Next time, don't pinch the pen so hard, your fingers will hurt."

Then he let go of the pen in his hand, turned back to tidy up his pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and textbooks for class.

However, he still deliberately sat down in the corner of the table far away from Lan Keman, and began to listen carefully to the lecture.

Although Ling Xingyue would be strongly attracted by the aura of cold dew and spirit bamboo on Lan Keman's body, he would still be attracted by the smell of civet cat grass on her body.

Especially when he was not emotional, the smell of civet cat grass would become more and more irresistible, so Ling Xingyue still tried to stay away from that temptation when he needed to concentrate on reading.

But his heart has already made up his mind, even if he goes to heaven and earth, he will look for this to remove the smell of civet cat grass from Lan Keman's body, even if he fails to remove it in the end, Ling Xingyue will not change his mind, it's a big deal to get used to it, what if it tastes like cat grass.

After thinking about it, he quietly moved a little distance in the direction of Lan Keman's seat quietly and not so entangled.

But Lan Keman moved to the other side a little awkwardly.

In Lan Keman's heart, especially after talking with Leng Qingqiu yesterday, Lan Keman made up his mind to tell himself that he must not pay attention to that guy anymore, what is the matter with him being so half-hearted.

So Lan Keman stubbornly refused to talk to Ling Xingyue, and also refused to look at Ling Xingyue, and even moved his seat away from him.

But this Ling Xingyue didn't seem to care at all, and still looked at her very often by watching the pedant lecture, and her eyes looked at her for a moment.

Every time Lan Keman felt that warm gaze, the tail of his eyes quietly slanted over, and he would inevitably see Ling Xingyue showing him an extremely gentle but seductive smile.

Lan Keman quickly withdrew the corner of the oblique flying eye, lowered his head weakly, and thought to himself, how could that guy know that I was peeking at him, could it be that he was a master.

Since he is so good at magic and Taoism, why don't you go directly to the Emperor of the capital, and think about the agility of him flying to save her that day, it seems that he is much stronger than those Taoist priests raised by the emperor!

In this way, the time of the class passed quickly.

It seemed that after Ling Xingyue smiled at Lan Keman a dozen times, the class was over.

Lan Keman couldn't help but be annoyed that he didn't learn and didn't know how to do it:

I didn't listen to Mr. Zhuang's lecture today, and I was very ashamed!

Lan Keman just wanted to tidy up her bookcase and go home for dinner, because the feeling of hunger instantly occupied her mind, and when she remembered that her father might make two delicacies for herself and her mother, she couldn't help but be happy, and a smile overflowed her face.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out, and Lan Keman looked at Ling Xingyue's slender and fair-skinned, bony hands flexibly sorting out the bookpieces that she had put in a mess one by one.

The hands were very good-looking, and she was very agile and quick to put away those bookware, paper and pens for her, and clean.

Ling Xingyue looked at Lan Keman's smiling face softly, and with a light mention, she took Lan Keman's bookcase in her hand.