"Click-" There was a sudden loud noise behind it.

It was the little fat man next to Song Zhengyang who fell, because he was fatter, so he accidentally fell and made a loud noise, which made everyone next to him noisy, and looked at him with a faint smile in his eyes.

It may be an unintentional smile, but for the little fat man, he obviously felt ridiculed, his face was hot, and he didn't dare to spread fire on others, so he gritted his teeth and got up, and scolded Song Zhengyang next to the table.

"I took it too...... The teacher can't let you have a position by yourself, it's annoying...... It's uncomfortable to sit together. "After all, he is still a child, and although he doesn't speak well, he doesn't speak too much.

Bai Nuan didn't even look away, scratched An Yang several times, and turned his head to ask, "Okay?" ”

"Hmm...... Okay, no more itching, thank you for being warm. Anyang sat up straight and smiled at her, very well-behaved and wanted to touch her.

The big guy restrained his gaze away, picked up the pen, and before he could write two words, the two people behind him seemed to be more serious.

I don't know if it was because the little fat man scolded something unpleasant, or if it happened to poke Song Zhengyang's point, Song Zhengyang pushed him.

Yes, Song Zhengyang, who was submissive in the past and didn't dare to raise his head much, actually pushed the little fat man to it, and he also faintly had the urge to smash the person on the ground to death with a stool.

It was enough for a stunned youth sports committee member next to them, hugged the person, and pushed the two people away: "Eh, don't fight, don't fight, everyone is classmates, don't fight." Song Zhengyang dragged the stool and stood in front of the little fat man, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead man, the stool in his palm was crushed, and he wanted to smash his brain now.

He can even kill his violent father, but he can't kill the little fat man?

Song Zhengyang's coldness became even heavier, if it was usual, maybe it wouldn't be like this, he might still be so cowardly, but ......

Today is different, he witnessed the interaction between Bai Nuan and An Yang.

His high light was pulled down and defiled, how could he tolerate such a thing?

He wants to hurry up, hurry up, and reveal Anyang's dirty true face, so that Bai Nuan will dislike him.

"Okay, okay, class is class, you sit down too...... Sit ......" The sports commissioner was nervous, patted Song Zhengyang's shoulder, and pressed the person back.

The little fat man also got up, wanting to say something, but he didn't dare to say anything, which made people want to laugh.

The little fat man has low self-esteem, so he finds a balance in the more cowardly Song Zhengyang, but now that it is broken, he does not dare to speak.

Some people are like this, they have low self-esteem in their hearts, so they will find a reason to actually persecute the weaker side, the more discrimination they receive, the more persecution they will have, the less they resist, and the same growth on both sides.

Until one day, it began to collapse.

Bai Nuan wrinkled her eyebrows and rubbed her temples, a little irritated by the noise.

An Yang took the watermelon juice he had just bought to Bai Nuan in a timely manner, leaned closer to her and whispered: "Nuan Nuan, drink some watermelon juice and then write, but it's not too cold." ”

His family Nuan Nuan likes watermelon juice, so he likes it.

Bai Nuan lowered his eyes and drank two sips, and the coolness drove away the irritability in his heart.

It made her much more comfortable, and the coldness in her eyes faded a little.

glanced at Anyang, thinking about one thing.

The little bamboo horse doesn't confess, should she do something?