"I don't believe what you said, you take off your school uniform and let me see."

As she spoke, she reached for the buttons that reached for the top of the school uniform that was buttoned to her neck.

"Don't."

The boy was imprisoned by her with one arm, unable to hide from his body.

Only to reach out and slap her paw away with her other hand.

Syllable!

Loud bang.

Ringing in the small lounge.

I don't know why, Feng Huan suddenly had a feeling of "it's over" in his heart.

Sure enough.

He turned his head to see the corners of Twilight's mouth down, her small nose turning red, and her eyes full of mist.

"Break up, you actually abused me."

The girl shook off his arm and wiped away a non-existent tear with one hand.

Ran out of the break room crying.

Feng Huan was the only one left in the lounge in a daze.

Lift the quilt on your lap and get out of bed.

Chase after it.

The hand just put on the doorknob.

He stopped.

Why catch up.

Was he infected by that drama spirit?

Loosen the doorknob.

Turn around and walk to the hospital bed by the window.

He didn't sit down again, but stood in front of the wide window and looked at the sun outside, not knowing what he was thinking.

A face was suddenly imprinted on the window.

Feng Huan: "......"

Twilight Orange leans on the window.

He patted the glass with his hand and motioned for him to open it.

Feng Huan pretended not to see her.

I put down the curtains tied to both sides and close them.

The lounge was darkened.

He put on his school uniform jacket that hung from the head of the bed and fastened his shoelaces.

Pull open the door and leave the lounge.

The school doctor was still busy, and he saw Feng Huan's figure in the afterglow.

He stopped what he was doing.

"How do you feel?"

"Much better."

"Well, then you go back to class, remember not to exercise and don't get excited, if you still have a fever in the afternoon, ask for leave to go to the hospital to take some medicine."

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

Twilight Orange was deflated by Feng Huan.

Running to the classroom in a huff and lying on the table as an autistic girl.

Until the class bell rings.

Someone cautiously poked her arm.

"Twilight, class."

Twilight Orange always remembers that her identity card is a school bully.

She assumed the identity of the school bully.

Said: "You are deaf when I am in class, I will attend class, do I still have to sit up and listen to the teacher's lecture?" ”

The girl was frightened by her fierce tone.

He stammered, "No, it's not." ”

"And you still care about me?"

"No, Twilight Orange, you're in class 3, and this is class 1."

"Huh?"

"Ah, that's it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go."

Knowing that she was wrong, she slumped up to give up her position.

Lin Xiaoxiao has never seen Twilight Orange arrogant and domineering, and he can't live forever.

Who have seen her "amiable" attitude.

Immediately frightened, Twilight Orange wants to beat her.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." It doesn't matter who's right or who's wrong.

Anyway, she was right to admit her mistake to the school bully.

Twilight Orange is taken aback by her attitude and thinks she has overdone it.

I forgot that I was holding a school bully ID card now.

"You're right, it's me who's wrong, it's my fault."

"No, no, no, I was wrong!"

"Don't! It was my fault! ”

Nearby classmates: "......"

As soon as the subject teacher who taught the class and Feng Huan entered the classroom, they saw two people who confessed their mistakes to each other.

Feng Huan glanced at Twilight Orange.

He returned to his seat.

Teacher Ke Ren saw that Twilight Orange and Lin Xiaoxiao were endless.

Knocked on the blackboard with a ruler.

"Get me back to my seats!"

Twilight and Lin Xiaoxiao stopped.

Seeing that Twilight Orange was a little embarrassed, the subject teacher asked, "What class are you from?" ”