He is very capable of playing Chiri: "......"

There seemed to be no follow-up to the situation, and Ji Shuang was obviously holding back the fire in his heart. The students who were originally eating claws to watch the play spontaneously dispersed and silently began to move their tables.

Ji Shuang's current position was a cute and cute little girl sitting before, and the overturned desk was really innocent, the little girl bit her lip, and stood behind Ji Shuang a little helplessly, obviously unwilling to take the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun at this time.

Just kidding, this guy is crazy and bites whoever he wants.

She is an ordinary weak woman, how can she compare to a brainless unknown organism covered in bubble meat.

The table in front of Xu Youzhi was pushed to the original owner by He Zhili, and he directly grabbed the corner of her desk with one hand and dragged the entire table over.

"Ji Shuang."

Xu Youzhi was idle now, holding the scroll, holding the pen, and calling him in a light voice.

But his gaze stayed on the upside-down desk.

In this noisy environment, the girl's eyes are quiet, the eyebrows are lowered, the contours of the side face are like a soft light pen, carefully outlined, the face is clean and beautiful, and the smile at the corner of the lips is ruffian.

She raised her eyebrows, and the meaning was obvious.

"Lift yourself up."

Ji Shuang was already pressed out of anger by her, and now she added some gasoline to him as if she was dying, he exploded instantly, and scolded her when he opened his mouth: "Fuck, Xu Youzhi, you're fucking addicted to people, aren't you!" ”

Lin Yixian's painting style here is not the same as He Zhili's painting style, he straightens his waist rigorously and obediently, his knuckles are slightly clenched, and his velvety eyelashes tremble slightly.

Lin Yixian didn't know where the medicine came from, his fingertips reached in from the hem of the cute boy's clothes, and his palms were gentle and forceful, gently rubbing the wounds.

It's quite loving.

He Zhi was expressionless and moved his gaze to Ji Shuang beside Xu Youzhi.

The good-looking brow frowned slightly.

Obviously impatient.

The pale boy stood against the light, his finger bones resting lightly on the girl's slender and good-looking wrists.

With a slight force, he dragged the person to his side.

Without Xu Youzhi in front of him to block, the clear anger at the bottom of the young man's eyes was extremely obvious, his thin lips were straight, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the sense of oppression was naturally close, but his expression was flat, and his posture was a casual sense of casualness.

"Ji Shuang," the young man sneered, his knuckles curled slightly, and he ripped off the collar of his school uniform, revealing a piece of broken bone that was slender and exquisite, "If you say one more word, I will fight with you and let you go out sideways when you drop out of school, do you believe it or not?" ”

Do you believe it or not?

You say he shouldn't believe it.

Who in the school has actually seen He Zhili do it? Actually, there are not many, and the last time I was on the playground was just a small fight.

He never fights on campus unless he can't help it.

First, because there are more girls in the school, he doesn't take it lightly, for fear that if someone sees the fight in the school, it will leave a psychological shadow on the girl; The second is that he is too lazy to care about it most of the time, and for him, fighting is not as interesting as fighting against Xu Youzhi.

Chen Xuyang yawned, blinked his eyes in a daze, and silently mended the knife on the side:

"Brother Li picks ten, if you don't believe it, you can go to Yangjiao to inquire."

And then, because of this common experience, Lin Yixian, who originally didn't like He Zhili, seemed to be a lot more settled, Xu Youzhi began to pay attention to rigor, and several people seemed to build a plastic friendship, and even laughed with rigor.

Until Thursday, the day before submitting the registration form for the Games.

Rigor stepped into the classroom wearing a torn school uniform, and there were obvious slap marks on his white and delicate side face.