Tang Yao came back to his senses for more than ten seconds, felt the pain slowly dissipate, and then looked up along the trouser leg he was grabbing: it was a tall boy who was white and clean, with a smooth face, and from Tang Yao's point of view, he happened to see a pair of flickering long eyelashes on the bridge of his tall nose.

It's still a beautiful man. At this age, you can still keep no pimples on your face, and you don't even have a pox pit, which is a strange number. Tang Yao silently snapped her fingers in her heart, such a refreshing and pleasing pink-faced little student should be able to squeeze into the top three of the top list of beautiful men, but in the next second, Tang Yao was forcibly transferred back to the normal rank from the state of nymphonia, thinking in her heart that at this point in time, the students had all gone downstairs to, how could anyone still appear at the corner of the stairs and climb up?

Isn't it the same as Tang Yao? Is it a class representative who submits homework?

Tang Yao glanced at the man's hand, and there was only a book.

If you are not a class representative, then what is this person doing when he doesn't go out to exercise, and stands on the stairs at the entrance of the corridor? Didn't their class teacher find that there was a little fan brother in the wind of Yushu missing from the team?

Tang Yao admitted that her acne brother has indeed grown a little rampant these days, and people can't help but want to stretch out their thumb and index finger to grab the acne brother's small face pocket and twist it hard. Isn't this pink-faced little brother coveting her acne brother early in the morning, and he is waiting for her here?

Tang Yao glanced at the other party suspiciously, and said, "Everyone is exercising, why are you hanging around the stairs alone at this time?" Tang Yao let go of her right hand covering her head and stood up, only to find that the height of the person opposite was much higher than she imagined.

The man didn't speak, just looked at Tang Yao's head and stopped talking.

Tang Yao saw a little bright red in the palm of his right hand, and knew that the acne must be difficult to protect. Tang Yao wiped his forehead with his right hand, and the bright red of his palm melted away, I don't know if it was the blood of his brain that stained his palm, or the residual heat of his palm turned bright red. But one thing Tang Yao can be sure of is that Brother Pox is deceased, and a trace of longing suddenly arises in his heart.

"Is your forehead okay?" The other party asked, holding a book in his chest.

"Your forehead is fine, but the acne is dead, what do you want?"

"I deeply regret it."

"And then?" Tang Yao raised his head, feeling that the back of his neck had been stressed for too long, and he couldn't support it.

"That's all."

The other party's answer was concise, but it was a little unpleasant to listen to Tang Yao's ears. Why can such a tall person look at himself condescendingly? Tang Yao said in her heart, at her age, can she still have a chance to grow a few centimeters?

Tang Yao was annoyed, but because of the difference in height and the disparity between men and women, he had to snatch the book in the other party's arms, open the cover and look at the name and class of the person who came.

In the blank space of the lower right corner of the first page of the book, two lines of black pen handwriting clearly show the class of the powdered little brother: the first class of the second year of high school, but the name is a little difficult to recognize.

How can anyone use a tool as a name?

"Your ancestors were tomb robbers?" Tang Yao asked curiously.

The other party was stunned.

"Give you a name like Luoyang Shovel?"

Tang Yao thought of something again, so he continued, "Do you always put a candle in the southeast direction of your desk when you do your homework at night?" As soon as the candle goes out, immediately take out the guy dry rack? Is your weapon a Luoyang shovel? ”

Tang Yao didn't wait for the other party to answer, but heard the sound of the athlete's march sounding, and the classmates were about to enter the playground. Tang Yao had to hurry up and catch up with the class troops.

Tang Yao stuffed the book back into the other party's arms, bypassed the other party's body, ran downstairs, and waited until he went down a step, and heard the other party's cold words floating from above, "My name is Lu Yangming." It's not a Luoyang shovel. ”

It turns out that those three words are read like this.

But Tang Yao still felt that the name Luoyang Shovel was more outstanding.