As soon as the words are thrown out, who dares to ask for someone seriously.

The one who took the lead endured the pain, and between face and severed hand, he chose the former, "Brother Qi, I was wrong." ”

begging for mercy in front of his brothers, his face turned red.

But any Qi Yan person here can beat him up, let alone someone who is rumored to be a madman by the outside world.

Two years ago, the person who was beaten to death by Qi Yan has not been discharged from the hospital.

With Xue Sui taking the lead, the few people who slowly stood up pushed the tense atmosphere to the extreme.

Ready to go, just wait for an order from the young man at the back.

Whoever dares to resist, let them walk in and crawl out.

"It's class."

A sudden sound shattered the still picture.

Tang Qiqi pressed his hat, and his lukewarm voice sounded again, "It's class." ”

Three words, blandly like eating.

It is impossible to tell whether it is a persuasion or a reminder.

But in the next second, the hand that let go without warning caught everyone off guard.

Xue Sui, who got up and was about to walk outside the classroom, was stunned.

In the past, if you really did it, let alone the class bell, even the end of the world had to be solved outside the classroom.

Who would have thought that Qi Yan would really let go.

Xue Sui looked at the person who had slipped away, and his small head hung with big doubts.

Tens of thousands of grass and mud horses rushed by in my heart.

glanced at today's extraordinarily abnormal people, and then cast his eyes on Tang Qiqi.

Seeing the head teacher walk in with a book, he swallowed the boredom into his stomach and sat back in his seat.

The head teacher, who had no idea what was happening between classes, opened the book and began to lecture.

Tang Qiqi held a pen in her hand, the headphones had already been put away by her, and she seemed to be listening carefully with her head down, but the paper was still blank for a long time.

When I was a child, an accident delayed my studies by two years.

In Tang Qiqi's eyes, this group of people is just little children two years younger than him.

The one just now, it was even more like a child playing with him.

But to her surprise.

The little kid around me is quite friendly and knows how to help block it.

Disturb people's rest.

Don't say thank you, you should say hello.

Tang Qiqi thought for a while, stopped the pen in his hand, and turned his head, "Tang Qiqi." ”

Qi Yan didn't have time to retract his gaze, so he crashed into a pair of clear black eyes.

The moment his eyes met, Qi Yan was almost stunned.

I turned the pen without making a mistake and fell to the ground.

She said that her name is Tang Qiqi.

Then introduce yourself to him seriously.

Xue Sui, who was still depressed, heard a sudden conversation behind him, straightened his waist and listened carefully.

Cut.

The stinky boy still dares to talk to his brother Qi? The scum is a rare acquaintance.

Before Xue Sui finished spitting out the word 'cut' in his heart, a low voice came from behind him-

"Qi, Yan."

I don't have the laziness of getting up, word by word.

Even the tone is too slow, which makes people have the illusion that they are afraid that the other party will not hear clearly and do not recognize.

Tang Qiqi was stunned, and the 'little brat' that he habitually hung on his lips almost blurted out.

"Oh, thanks."

Not...... Gone?!

Qi Yan's eyebrows furrowed, staring at those clear eyes, looking quietly, trying to catch something from them.

There was no strangeness, but there was no surprise to him, the excitement of reuniting after a long absence, and the surprise of seeing him.

No.

Even the slight stunned was only for a moment.

Unable to capture excess emotions, the numbness of electric shocks crawls from head to toe, crawling over every inch of the body.

It's not fatal, but it hurts clearly.

The cold eyes full of coldness, just thawed, and were frozen into frost.

It's not a stranger, and it's just because of the night we met unexpectedly two years ago.

The rest, forgotten.