"I hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love. Which class is coming, the first and third classes of high school, Su Yurong. ”

"Oh, white-headed groaning. The third class of the first year of high school, Luo Wen. ”

Then he opened another one, purple letterhead, noble and beautiful, glanced at it, and said in a joking voice: "Oh, classmates in this class, the writing is good." The galaxy is hot, you are a cold night; The cold wind is miserable, you are the warm sun, the scorching sun is scorching, you are the breeze; Autumn harvest and winter hiding, into my heart. Senior 2 Class 8 ......"

The students here listened attentively, for fear of missing a word, and holding their breath was almost the last name. They are really curious, which female classmate in the class who is not afraid of death dares to blatantly write love letters to the school bully. Listening energetically, the new classmate tore the letterhead paper into shreds and threw it in the garbage pocket. Everyone sighed, returned to the right path, and the squad leader began to distribute books again. But Ai Han's side is still deadlocked.

"This classmate keeps up the good work." Ai Hanyan suddenly sneered, then lowered his head, looked at Ye Tingliao and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the sexual orientation is normal." ”

Ye Tingliao looked at the little face close at hand, and couldn't wait to take a sip immediately, his eyes suddenly became deep, with aggression and possessiveness, like a wild wolf staring at his prey, it was inevitable.

Just thinking that Ye Tingliao was a little closer, his big hand was powerful, and he pressed Ai Yanyan's neck to prevent her from getting up, forcing her to be less than five centimeters away from him.

"I think it's better for the little fox to test the law and verify the right body, right, little fox."

Ai Yan waited for the young man in front of him, and he did have a face that brought disaster to the country and the people, coupled with a seemingly innocent smile on his face, which made the girl at this time even more excited, even if Ai Yan lived to be twenty years old in his previous life, he had never flirted with this thing once. Her youth was as clean as white paper.

"Let go." Ai Yan drank coldly, and his eyes did not dare to look at the young man in front of him.

Ye Tingliao chuckled, and said with an unfinished look on his face: "Kiss it, let it go." ”

Ai Yan is angry now, an aunt who has lived for 20 years has been molested by a sixteen-year-old boy, and this is okay. Thinking that he had learned some tricks to deal with perverts, how could he be so rampant.

Ai Yan broke the hand that was pressing her head and squeezed her wrist tightly, there was a most vulnerable position, which would make people's arms numb. She didn't forget to knock on her desk.

"No, let go." Ai Yan laughed, then shook off Ye Tinglian's hand, opened his plastic bag, threw all the love letters into it, and tied them in the corner of the wall.

Ye Tingliao knew that she might be really angry, but with a smile on her face, she silently put the new textbook on Ai Yan's desk. Damn, my hands are really painful, but my heart is sweet. Ai Yan's hands are warm and resolute, but they hide warmth and softness, like her people.

He was wondering what would make this sixteen-year-old sister-in-law so unchangeable and unfazed, and there was no other emotion on her face except for bleakness and alienation.

"Ai Ai, don't you know how to laugh?" Ye Tingliao pumped it up again, resting her head on her new book.

Ai Yanchen glanced at him and explained casually: "Facial expression muscle group motor dysfunction, commonly known as facial paralysis, are you satisfied?" He made a smirk as he spoke, and there was no facial paralysis at all.

"Is that no matter how much I bully you, you have no expression?" Ye Tingliao supported his head with one hand and tilted his face to look at her.

Ai Yan put down the book, looked at him with a serious face, and then spit out two words: "Try." Just as Song Zhi thought that his brother had flirted with another sister, he heard the girl add a vicious sentence and gritted her teeth. I can't kill you"!

"Ahem......" Song Zhi coughed softly.

He dared to say that no one in these three middle schools dared to talk to Ye Tingliao like this, that is, looking for death. But this is really an eye-opener and has entered the annals of history.

"Take medicine when you're sick!" Ye Tingliao kicked Song Zhi's stool again.

Song Zhi beeped again in the small group.

"Brother Ting was teased by someone. Threaten to kill him. ”

"Brother Ting, are you alive? I can hold on a few times. ”

"Brother Ting, my pharmaceutical group, I need to say it in advance if I need to replenish my kidney."

"Damn, these scumbags." Song Zhi whispered.

Then I heard my brother behind me scratching his head again. "Since you're going to kill me, what posture does the little fox like?"

Ai Yan looked at him blankly. "What posture?"

"Hahaha......" Song Zhi couldn't help it, and laughed out loud, like a psychopath. I thought that this new classmate was so A, he should be a character who has experienced a hundred battles and has never eaten pork or seen a pig run, but it turned out to be a little white rabbit.

Ye Ting smiled furiously, hooked the corners of his lips, and seemed to be very happy, sure enough, it was a little white rabbit who didn't know what to do. The little fox or something probably doesn't fit her identity. However, the little fox didn't understand it when he was young, and when he grew up, he became a jing, and it would be unstoppable.

"It's your turn, get the book." Ai Yan didn't look at him, but kindly reminded him.

Ye Tingliao was able to withdraw from the emotions that he was immersed in the little fox and the little white rabbit. He stood up, his hands in his trouser pockets, and staggered to the podium. The pleasure on his face even the classmates on the side of the aisle couldn't help but sneak their eyes, and from the time he walked up to the time he walked down, he had an aura that was thousands of miles away.

"Little fox, write your name." Ye Tingliao straightened up and threw his book next to Ai Yan, who was burying his head in some names.

Ai Yan didn't raise his head, lifted his eyelids tightly, and then threw the book back unceremoniously. "It's just two things, and if you come back, throw it in the trash." The cold voice, without any emotion, is prohibitively cold.

Ye Tingliao squinted and smiled, pulled out the stool and sat down. "Lend me a pen."

"I don't borrow it." Ai Yan still didn't look up.

"Then take it by force!" After that, Ye Tingliao directly dragged the comparison in her hand over.

I don't know if it was providence or intentionality, Ai Yan saw his pen fly under the seat of the female classmate in front of Han Muyou. Han Muyou was not in his position, he was helping to clean up the garbage on the podium. Ai Yan glanced at Han Muyou and poked Song Zhi's shoulder helplessly. Song Zhi, who was chattering in the small group, suddenly felt two different air currents.

A mild one is like a spring breeze, and a cold current like Siberia invades the Central Plains, so cold that it makes him tremble. After a while, God saw the eyes of his brother Ting, who was about to eat people.

"Classmate, what's the name of that female classmate?" Ai Zhi's voice was gentle, and he asked Song Zhi without being salty.

"Qin Xiaoxiao." After Song Zhi finished speaking, he quickly turned his head. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that his brother will enter her bedroom in the dark at night, and he will be caught off guard and his bones will be gone.