Chapter Twenty-Three: The Treasure Girl

Yan Cheng put his arms around Mo Liang's shoulders coquettishly, and his originally handsome face was about to smile like a chrysanthemum.

At this time, a male classmate walked past Yan Cheng and the others.

Mo Liang stared at his back: "You don't have a chance." ”

Standing in the corridor, I happened to see the boy who had just walked by, standing in his place, talking to the little tablemate.

Wu Yuanfei walked up to Jiu Nuan and naturally lay on the table, "Brother Jiu".

"Why are you here?" Jiu Nuan didn't look up and continued to trace the painting in his hand.

"I heard a piece of information, come and share it with you."

"Huh?"

"There is a senior sister in the second grade, who is the leader of the school, and I heard that she is very powerful. As long as she doesn't like the classmates, she has bullied her, and the teaching director has nothing to do with her. ”

"It seems that she is related to the principal, and she is even more unscrupulous in what she does, and it seems that several classmates have dropped out of school because of this."

Jiu Nuan glanced up at him: "Are you sure you're talking about the students of No. 1 Middle School, not No. 4 Middle School next door?" ”

Wu Yuanfei nodded: "It's indeed No. 1, because she also hates girls who are better looking than her."

I deliberately observed that except for our freshman girls, their sophomores and juniors didn't look very good. ”

"Do you think she will come to bully you because you are prettier than her."

Jiu Nuan lifted his eyelids: "You can get back to your old profession and let No. 1 Middle School change to a school bully, and no one will bully me." ”

...... "Are you serious, Brother Jiu?" I'm already good.

"Although you can't be a school bully, but Brother Jiu, don't worry, I will protect you."

Wu Yuanfei wanted to say something, but he felt that someone was standing next to him.

He glanced around.

Kind of familiar.

Isn't this the classmate who picked it up that day?

Wu Yuanfei stood up straight and said hello.

However, he had no intention of leaving, and Wu Yuanfei said suspiciously: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"I'm sitting here." Mo Liang's voice sounded without any ups and downs.

"Are you my ninth brother's tablemate?"

"Hmm"

The fate of "......" caught people off guard.

Wu Yuanfei stared at him for two seconds, then walked up to Mo Liang and grabbed his shoulder. Mo Liang glanced at it and didn't dodge.

"Look, Brother Jiu saved your life, did you repay her for something?"

Mo Liang's eyes flashed, and he hummed softly.

Wu Yuanfei continued: "It's not a big deal, she likes to paint, and when she comes to inspiration, the teacher stands in front of her, and she is indifferent.

Your job is to cover her up and keep her safe, as long as that's easy. ”

Mo Liang glanced back at the table where he was seriously painting.

Hummed softly again.

Wu Yuanfei saw that he didn't object, that is, he agreed.

He walked back to the table and said to Jiu Nuan, "Brother Jiu, you are very good at the same table, get along well with others." ”

When Mo Liang heard this, he quietly hooked the corners of his mouth, and when Wu Yuanfei turned his head, he immediately recovered his expression.

Leaning against the other table as if he didn't care, he took out his phone and looked down.

Jiu Nuan: "...... Are you an old mother? Worry about everything. ”

Wu Yuanfei: "......" is not, but I have a mother's heart!

Just as the class bell rang, Wu Yuanfei walked outside the classroom: "Brother Jiu, I'll go first." ”

Jiu Nuan waved her hand, ignoring what he said, and her attention fell on her drawing paper again.

Mo Liang walked to his seat and sat down, and took out the textbook for class.

His eyes swept to the painting pressed by the arm of the little tablemate, and there was already the finishing part left for this meeting.

The teacher walked up to the podium, and she didn't mean to take out the book.

She didn't seem to care about whether she went to class or not.

I listened to the teacher for a while.

Mo Liang's gaze fell on her sketch again.