The brows on Yu Xiang Hengjun's face were furrowed into a line.

He's annoyed now because his old man stopped his card.

Without financial resources, how can he live?

"Yu Xiangheng, you stinky boy, you didn't take the first exam in the whole grade this semester, so don't think about spending the money on your card!" A few hours ago, Yu Zhijing said angrily to his son.

Isn't it whimsical to let Yu Xiangheng change from the penultimate to the first in the order in just one semester?

But listening to Zhijing's tone, there is no room for negotiation. Yu Xiangheng clenched his teeth, "Okay." ”

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and when he looked down, he saw a can, and he kicked it open.

It's been a long time since I looked at this can.

"Hey, who's so immoral and littering." As soon as he kicked away the obstacle under his feet, a strange female voice came from behind.

Turning her head to look over, she was a good-looking girl sitting on the ground with frowning, her knees were red, and she seemed to have broken skin.

The garbage under her feet was the can that Yu Xiangheng had just kicked off.

After only a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and walked away, as if it had nothing to do with him.

When he went to school on Monday, Yu Xiangheng was still lazily lying on the table and didn't listen to the class.

It is rumored that the near other died. Everyone was afraid of him, so he didn't have a table so far.

It just so happened that today's head teacher changed seats.

Because the previous homeroom teacher insisted that she take a vacation because she had a child, she was replaced by a homeroom teacher.

The new head teacher didn't know anything about the students, and when he changed seats, he transferred Wen Bangning to the same table as Yu Xiangheng, who was sitting in the corner.

Wen Wanning struggled a little to put the table and Yu Xiangheng's together.

"At the same table, give me a lot of advice." She smiled and held out her hand.

Yu Xiangheng didn't even bother to raise his eyes.

Wen Wanning's hand stopped in mid-air for a long time, and the other party was stunned and did not respond.

Embarrassed.

She threw her hand on Xiang Heng's shoulder, "Same, table, more, more, point, teach." She gritted her teeth and said word by word.

She's not a deaf person at the same table, right?

Yu Xiangheng reacted a little at this moment, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Everyone knows that Yu Xiangheng hates others touching him the most, especially those who are not familiar with him.

The cold breath spread throughout the class, and everyone was surprised: OMG, Wen Wang's gall is fat, dare to touch the big guy!

They are all silently praying for Wen Bangning, hoping that Miss Wen Bangning can still live in this class.

"Let it go." He said succinctly.

Wen Wanning raised her eyebrows, "You let me in first." ”

She sat against the wall, and the person at the table who had just finished moving the table told her to get out of the way and sit for them.

Wen Wanning greeted Yu Xiangheng to suggest that he get out of the way and let her sit inside.

Yu Xiangheng raised his eyes, and a familiar face came into view.

I confirmed my eyes, it was the girl who could fall into the mud when she walked and stepped on a can.

Looking at the injury on her knee again, it was even more certain that it was her.

How come I don't remember this person in class?

Of course, Uncle Yu Xiangheng, you just sleep all day long, where will you notice the people in the class?

Yu Xiangheng resisted the urge to scold, dusted off the pig's paw that Wen Bangling put on his shoulder in disgust, and then let her in.

I'm not dirty, do I need that kind of look? Wen Bangning pouted.

The homeroom teacher adjusted her seat and started the lesson.

Her lectures were boring and boring, and everyone didn't want to listen.

Wen Wanning scribbled on the paper, she wanted to find a topic to talk to Yu Xiangheng, but she didn't know what topic to find.

Yu Xiangheng suddenly had a tablemate, and he didn't feel sleepy. He glanced casually at Wen Bangning, as well as the small movements in her hands.

Bored..

Then in the next second, he also picked up the pen that he had never picked up, and scribbled like Wen Bangning on the homework book that had been so white since the beginning of school that it could no longer be white.