"Students, stop what you're doing, the teacher will introduce you to the new transfer students in our class."

"Teacher, we all know it."

"Yes, you're welcome, Mr. Yan."

The commotion on the podium didn't seem to have anything to do with Tang Xing, who was sitting at the back.

I saw her holding a pencil in her hand, clenching her teeth, and drawing a large pig's head on the paper with a hideous face, and the force of the tip of the pen left a deep mark on the white paper, and the same pattern was branded on the book below.

And in the middle of the pig's head created by the Tang 'painter', there are three big characters written very symbolically - Yan Yichen.

Thinking of the scene ten minutes ago, Tang Xing was even more puzzled and imprinted his name on the pig's nose.

When she heard those three words come out of Yan Yichen's mouth, her heart that she was trying to calm down at that time was about to jump out of her heart, and even her breathing became unsmooth.

However, before she could ask deeply, a large hand was placed on her head, and someone leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't think too much." ”

In the end, he didn't forget to make up his final answer - "coincidence." ”

The breath that seemed to be a prank and deliberately spit lingered in her ears, causing her whole face to start a fever. When she looked up, she saw the slight curvature of Yan Yichen's mouth, and even the cold eyes hid a faint smile.

Tang Xing: ......

Hemp egg, I was tricked!

Tang Xing, who came back to his senses, poked a few holes in the pig's nose again.

Good for you, Yan Yichen.

I haven't seen you for three years, and I'm still ...... Under-flat!

Suddenly, a crumpled note was thrown onto her desk.

When she looked up, she saw Mu Qiqi, who was diagonally opposite her, winking at her, and then stretched out her finger and pointed to the seat in front of her.

Tang Xing looked along and saw the familiar back, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

When he vented just now, this person had already arranged his seat and started the class.

When I opened the note, I saw that there were neat words on it-

'Mom, look really handsome at a close glance, help me draw a side of his face.' ’

Mu Qiqi knew that when Tang Xing was bored in class, he liked to draw in addition to sleeping.

And the things that come out are really decent.

Tang Xing, who was still angry, didn't even think about drawing a pig on it, raised his head, looked at the back, and was about to write again, when the person in front seemed to feel something, and turned his head slightly.

A perfect side face was deeply imprinted in Tang Xing's mind like this.

So much so that she wanted to scribble casually, but she drew the real face she saw at a glance just now.

Looking at the person on the white paper who was not smiling, but his eyebrows were extremely good-looking, Tang Xing couldn't help but shake his head.

The so-called boy who came out of the comics, but that's it.

Thinking like this, Tang Xing inexplicably felt a sense of pride, looked at his masterpiece, and wrote his name in the lower right corner of the work.

Immediately crumpled into a ball and threw it in the direction of Mu Qiqi.

If you want to say that people are unlucky, drinking water can stuff your teeth.

Tang Xing, who passed notes to Mu Qiqi in class on weekdays, Tang Xing, who controlled the distance between the two very well, knew that he was finished when he saw the extent of the note thrown out and flew out.

The person in front of Mu Qiqi successfully received the masterpiece from Tang Xing, and the moment he turned his head, the moment the two of them collided, Yan Yichen's unfathomable eyes were obviously dyed with a smile.

Tang Xing could even think that someone passed by her with a cheap appearance in the cold, leaving four words that were very unflattened - duplicity.

pretended not to know on the surface, but in private he was so obsessed with his appearance.

A faceless head was buried under the book, and Tang Xing shouted weakly in his heart - Yan Yichen, listen to my explanation.