Physical education.

Bai Nuan directly knocked on the table of the representative of the physical education class, and her little face was cold: "I won't go to the next class." ”

"Oh, yes, yes." The representative of the physical education class is a strong boy, with a wheat-colored complexion, a little red on his face, and the whole person looks like a tough guy.

He didn't expect that Bai Nuan would come over to ask for leave, he has been a classmate for almost two years, and the most communication he has with her is: homework.

Yes, every time Bai Nuan harvests homework, he responds with a red face.

Of course, he still knows his own situation, whether he is worthy or not, just see.

But some people just won't even show you.

"Nuan Nuan, come here to do your homework~" An Yang sat in his position and waved his hand at Bai Nuan, with a pair of beautiful eyes bent and a bright smile.

Bai Nuan nodded, and suddenly turned his head again halfway through: "Anyang also asked for leave, it's troublesome." ”

Also a polite kid today.

The sports committee nodded, indicating that he understood, and then looked at Anyang, who had fine skin and tender meat, and then looked down at his black and rough meat, and his heart was a little blocked.

The same people, why is there such a big difference?

The class bell rang.

There are more than two people in the classroom, he and his family!

An Yang glanced at Song Zhengyang, who was sitting behind Bai Nuan, how could he look at it.

"Bai, Bai Nuan, the last question of today's physics, you, did you write?" Song Zhengyang still looked at her and stammered.

"Writing ......" is over.

"No, why don't you look at me? Nuan Nuan's notes are not as detailed as I remember. An Yang smiled at him and cut off Bai Nuan's unfinished words.

Bai Nuan glanced at him lightly, and An Yang smiled at her, making her lose her temper.

If you don't have him in detail, you won't be as detailed as him, the big guy doesn't care about this.

"I'm sorry for you." Song Zhengyang smiled and reached for An Yang's notes.

Bai Nuan glanced at the birthmark on his hand sharply, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on his face, a little puzzled.

Birthmarks are all the same, but ...... People are different, so coincidental.

Bai Nuan thought about it casually, and his mind was hooked back by the little goblin Anyang.

"Nuan Nuan ~ Nuan Nuan ~ Let's compete!" An Yang took the pen and tapped it on the table, drawing his warm gaze back.

"No ......"

"If you win, I'll give you a collector's edition of the book!"

"Okay." Bai Nuan nodded in agreement, and his movements were extremely smooth.

"Than what?" For the sake of books, the big guy sells his soul.

A collector's edition of the book!

This is no ordinary book!

"It's like doing an experiment~ I have the teacher's key here, let's go to the laboratory to do a chemistry experiment, how about it? Whoever finishes it ahead of schedule and has good quality wins. An Yang winked at her, his voice soft.

Bai Nuan felt that he was giving her a book, but ...... She has no opinion.

"Okay." Bai Nuan readily agreed.

The two of them packed up and went out.

Bai Nuan went first, An Yang followed, and when he walked out, he also made a lip gesture at Song Zhengyang, his eyes full of warnings and provocations.

He said, "You lost."

These words made Song Zhengyang's pupils shrink slightly, and his hand on the table tightened slightly, staring at him, his eyes were a little scarlet.

The whole person seemed to be immersed in darkness, allowing the boundless malice to tear at him.

And Anyang didn't care about him at all, and after the provocation was over, he trotted after his house.

Happy, finally able to be alone.