Throughout the class, Tang Xing kept thinking about how to get the note back from the other party.

However, all kinds of pictures and endings that flashed in my mind were all broken by the female classmates who surrounded Yan Yichen as soon as the bell rang for the end of class.

In the back seat, someone held his head, from the first eyes pretending to glance casually a few times, to the last two big eyes hanging directly on the backs of those female classmates.

Look at these one by one.

Or is it someone who has a high posture on weekdays, and the rich and handsome kneeling down to propose marriage to the sister still have to consider!

Especially the long-haired girl who is still desperately squeezing in, and yesterday she was still showing off the 'love token' given to her by the class grass of a certain class.

The goal was shifted today.

Eldest sister, the world of flowers can't accommodate you, okay!

The more he looked, an inexplicable irritability gradually gathered in Tang Xing's eyes.

With a 'snap', a hot pen was thrown on the table, and someone jumped up from his seat.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter where he goes, this phenomenon has long been accustomed to happening to Yan Yichen.

How did she help Yan Yichen before?

Incarnate an almighty fly swatter, come and die one by one. Come on a couple and die decently. Come in a group and die rhythmically.

One word - death!

Three years later, Tang Xing should be kind once!

The heavy steps under his feet were like the restlessness that was rolling stronger and stronger in Tang Xing's chest, the closer it was, the stronger it became.

The person who was crowded in the bar and had no power to resist could push it out of his way at this moment.

Mu Qiqi, who had already been surrounded and was about to collapse, saw Tang Xing pushing aside the crowd and approaching, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and shouted to the people around him, "Get out of the way." ”

This sentence has been shouted to the point of dry mouth just now, and no one pays attention to it, and this time it is still drowned.

Seeing this, Mu Qiqi added a sentence after this sentence, "Tang Xing is here." ”

As soon as the words fell, a few people slowly turned around, and when they saw the people walking this way, they gently pulled the people around them, one by one, and the road was inexplicably smooth.

Not to mention why Tang Xing has such magical power, most of the people who get out of the way are always gossipy.

After all, outside just now, Yan Yichen personally called people's names, and said that the two had known each other since childhood.

Everyone wants to know if this is true.

Under the gaze of many eyes, Tang Xing's footsteps stopped next to Yan Yichen.

The person in front of him didn't seem to notice the approacher, still keeping his head down.

Tang Xing deliberately coughed lightly.

The person who had already regarded his surroundings as air froze in his hands, then raised his eyes and met his gaze.

The person who was chilling this week met the slightly uncomfortable little face, gradually gathered up, put down the things in his hand at the same time, and slowly spoke, "Something?" ”

The pace of speech is unhurried and somewhat lazy.

As this sound fell, before Tang Xing could speak, there were already voices of discussion around him.

"Classmate Yan actually spoke."

"So many people asked him just now, and none of them could hear a reply."

"So do he and Tang Xing really know each other?"

"Classmate Yan said it himself, this time it is even more hammered, and there is no chance."

The last sentence fell into Tang Xing's ears, and his eyebrows unconsciously rose up.

Stretched out his hand, put the back of his hand on Yan Yichen's table, and closed his four fingers, leaving only the slightly arrogant index finger, hooked up.

Tang Xing, who thought that the hint was obvious, didn't want to provoke Yan Yichen's brows, and he frowned slightly, as if he was asking rhetorically.

Tang Xing took a deep breath, leaned over and lowered his voice, "Note." ”

The moment Yan Yichen's eyebrows moved, Tang Xing knew that the other party understood.

But I waited for a long time, but I didn't see any action.

At the moment, the index finger hooked harder.

Do you understand and play stupid for her?

A pen kept turning flexibly on the bony fingers, and when the tip of the pen fell, Tang Xing, who had been waiting patiently for a long time, finally got a reply.

"Thrown."

Tang Xing: ????

No way? Thrown?

That's what she spent half a class drawing.

Actually threw it?!

It's so angry.

But you still have to keep a smile on your face and pretend to be a good thrower.

He withdrew his hand, gritted his teeth, and pressed his anger down. Holding his head high, he returned to his seat and continued to draw the pig's head.

The class bell rings.

Ben, who looked pensive in his eyes, waited for the crowd to disperse, raised his hand, and slowly pulled out a crumpled note from his left sleeve.

A few strands of hair half-cover the slightly drooping eyes, and the pursed lips depict the protagonist's unspoken smile.

Although the paper is a little wrinkled, it does not affect the appreciation in the slightest.

A few simple strokes and a few strokes, but the details are unexpectedly depicted.

Yan Yichen's fingertips gently brushed the neat and powerful name in the lower right corner, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, creating a beautiful arc.

Painted ...... Not bad.