Chapter 51: Didn't you throw 6 on the ground last time?
No one would have thought that a person who was deeply imprinted in the hearts of his classmates with a cold image would actually do the stupid thing of being named by the teacher by passing a note in class.
In the end, until the two were invited by the female devil to stand outside the classroom, the sound of discussion continued.
Tang Xing moved out of the classroom little by little like a snail, looking at the oncoming people, the unwillingness in his heart was suddenly replaced by guilt.
didn't give Yan Yichen a chance to speak, and directly picked up the textbook and buttoned it on his head.
I can't see anything, who I am, where I am.
Even if she was caught standing outside the classroom, after all, she had not experienced this kind of thing.
Yan Yichen, who has excellent grades from childhood to adulthood, is a good student in the eyes of the teacher, and the word punishment station cannot appear in Yan Yichen's dictionary at all.
Today is really a blessing to her.
At this moment, the corridor that was still in class time was extremely quiet, and Tang Xing, who had been punished for standing in the past, enjoyed this quietness very much, but at this time, this silence was inexplicably a little weirder.
After waiting for a long time, Tang Xing didn't see Yan Yichen take the initiative to speak, and the person who couldn't bear it secretly pulled the book down a little bit, revealing a pair of clear and bright eyes.
I saw the person standing next to him, leaning lazily against the wall, looking at the book in his hand with his eyes intently, his face was still calm and calm, except for calmness, he couldn't see any other emotions, as if the punishment station had nothing to do with him.
I remember the first time she was punished for standing, and she was so ashamed that she didn't take down the book on her head, and the teacher who passed by at the beginning inevitably looked at it a few more times, and then there were more times, and some teachers who loved to joke would laugh a few words when they passed by, "So coincidentally, I was punished again?" β
Later, Tang Xing, who was almost as good as his face, would politely greet the teacher who passed by.
This guy in front of him is good, as if he is out of the way.
If Tang Xing hadn't understood Yan Yichen, he would have thought that he was the one who was often punished for standing when he looked at him, and he was so natural that even she had to admire it, this psychological quality was really high.
Tang Xing looked into the classroom through the window to find out the situation, and saw that the female demon didn't pay attention to the two of them, so he quietly moved in the direction of Yan Yichen.
As she approached, she coughed deliberately.
Seeing that the head buried in the book was raised because of his own voice, Tang Xing lowered his voice and whispered, "Where's the note?" β
Before class ended, she had to hide the note quickly, and when the female devil asked, she insisted that it was a blank piece of paper and nothing was written.
Otherwise, it is difficult not to recognize Mu Qiqi's handwriting.
Yan Yichen turned his head and asked softly, "What note?" β
Tang Xing thought of the way he handled the note he accidentally threw to Yan Yichen for the first time, and his hanging heart let go, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to lose it." β
But I didn't want to, this sentence made the other party frown, "I didn't throw it." β
Tang Xing: ????
WhatοΌ
Didn't throw it?
Didn't you throw it 6 last time, and how many meanings didn't you throw this time?
Tang Xinggang wanted to question why he didn't deal with it like last time this time, but he thought of a possibility, hurriedly put the book under his arm, and touched the pocket in Yan Yichen's coat with one hand.
Empty.
Touch it to the other side.
It's still empty.
Yan Yichen only felt a small hand flexibly burrowing into his coat pocket, and it was like a little loach swimming around and coming out again, his fingertips kept touching his waist through the thin fabric, and the touch like an electric shock made those deep eyes tighten suddenly.
Tang Xing was just looking for a note, and unconsciously a burning gaze fell on her.