As he drew and painted, a familiar pig's head appeared on the white paper.

Tang Xing was stunned, stopped the movement in his hand, looked at the pig's head drawn unconsciously, and unconsciously cast his eyes on the back of the diagonal front.

The handsome figure of jumping up and shooting flashed in his mind, and he clenched the pen in his hand and buried his head.

A picture of a teenager holding a basketball appeared on the white paper, and immediately after, the outline of the boy's face gradually became clear.

But suddenly, the writer paused, clicked on the motionless refill on the paper, and smudged a flower like ink.

Tang Xingxiang suddenly came back to his senses, and after realizing what he had drawn on the paper, he took out a few black pens and held them together, and scribbled them from left to right on the painting.

A painting that is about to be completed fades away as a few pens fall neatly, until it is finally covered in darkness.

If it was Mu Qiqi who asked him to paint last time, then this time he hid behind and secretly painted Yan Yichen.

Stunned?

Three years ago, he had already given his answer clearly, and it also ended her years of following.

Be sober, don't know that the other party is still single, just take it to feed the dog little by little.

Tang Xing tore the paper off the notebook, crumpled it without hesitation, turned his head and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

This throw, as if throwing away his irritability, and yawning with his chin against the table like a person who has nothing to do.

Just as the upper and lower eyelids were almost closed, a tissue that had been crumpled into small balls fell from the sky and smashed in front of her with unmistakable accuracy.

The only one who could throw it in front of her so accurately was Mu Qiqi, who had a good grasp of the distance between the two.

Tang Xing glanced up in the direction of the teacher, and boldly opened the paper after confirming that the person was standing on the podium and did not come down.

Daring to pass the note under the eyes of the female devil, Tang Xing thought it was something urgent, but he didn't want to open it, and only a few words were simply written on it-

'I'm so hungry and want to eat barbecue. ’

Last week, when the two went out to play, they accidentally found a barbecue restaurant that was very suitable for the tastes of the two, and Mu Qiqi has been thinking about it.

He hadn't eaten much at noon, and when it came to barbecue, Tang Xing only felt that his stomach was screaming, he swallowed a mouthful of water fiercely, picked up a pen and replied on it, and then kneaded it into its original shape.

With the lesson of the last time, Tang Xing didn't dare to throw it up this time, put the paper on the ground, and kicked it lightly with his foot, and the soft paper rolled to Mu Qiqi's feet like a ball.

"Ahem." Tang Xing reminded Mu Qiqi with the code of the two.

Seeing that Mu Qiqi was still immersed in taking notes, Tang Xing deliberately coughed a few more times.

For fear that the other party wouldn't hear it again, this time he coughed louder.

With this sound, not only Mu Qiqi turned his head, but even the person sitting in front of her slowly turned his head.

Meeting those dark eyes, Tang Xing panicked for a moment, for fear that the note would be picked up by the other party again, and his eyes stared at the paper crumpled into a small ball on the ground and blinked desperately.

The fan on the wall shook its head in a circle, and a cool breeze first blew across Tang Xing's cheeks, and then around her, and the things that fell on the ground moved slightly.

Tang Xing had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he was thinking about whether to squat down and take the note back, when another gust of wind struck.

Compared with the breeze just now, this time the wind was menacing, directly blowing over the light paper ball a few times, and finally landed firmly at Yan Yichen's feet.