The people in the small group were all quiet.

Song Zhi raised his head with a thoughtful smile on his face, a little arrogant, sat in front of his position, and still glanced at Ai Yan, who was struggling to write. Seeing that the other party didn't react at all, he shook his head and felt bored, and sat on the chair in a big way, not like a master who was studying in class.

"Song Zhi, what happened to Ye Tingliao?" It was Han Muyou who spoke, just gossiping, and there was no intention of worrying.

"Well, it's on my mind." Song Zhi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Just him, still have something on his mind? It is estimated that she is worried about people who are really eight lifetimes of blood mold. Han Muyou said and took out the English book. Because this lesson is in English.

"Xiao You, you are wrong this time, it was Ye Tingliao who got the blood mold of eight lifetimes." Song Zhi smiled mysteriously, and glanced at Ai Yan with a vague look.

"And this person?" Han Muyou's gossip heart ignited a raging fire, and he took a sip of water to suppress the shock.

"Of course, I'll show you a real person." After that, Song Zhi took out his mobile phone and clicked on a photo sent by Gu Zhou in the morning.

"Poof!" Anyway, Han Muyou's water didn't swallow it, and he looked at Song Zhi with straight eyes, his little face was as cute as a little raccoon, not to mention how cute it was.

"Take it." Song Zhi asked playfully.

"Yes." Han Muyou nodded and held up his thumb. "Send me the photo, I'll lick my appearance." Han Muyou muttered a pair of eyes, with the taste of pleading, pitiful, and unrefusable.

But Song Zhi weighed his own life and the cutie in front of him, and still felt that life was more important.

"No, Lao Tzu wants to live two more years. If Brother Ting knows that you lick her face, you'd better not walk at night, to avoid encountering ghosts and dying with no place to be buried. Song Zhi saw that the English teacher was coming, and bowed his head and whispered a warning.

"I think Ye Tingliao is going to hit the south wall this time. You see, the flower of Kaolin, can he take it? If you really want to catch up, the road must be full of legends, ups and downs. Han Muyou was not an ordinary curiosity, nor was it an ordinary gossip, he just avoided the English teacher's eyes, lowered his voice and chatted with Song Zhi there.

"So, Brother Ting is very depressed." Song Zhi concluded. Of course, Ye Tingliao is not depressed because of this, and the things in his family are also a ***.

Ai Yan behind him stared at the English teacher with complaining eyes, opened the textbook, and had no desire to learn. Looking out the window at the scorching sun, the grass hung its head like her mood at this moment.

Hey, how can there be such a thing as English in this world?

Ai decided to lower her head to the dust and never get up, because she really didn't know how to do that question, and she didn't even understand the meaning of the sentence.

"Ai Yan, new classmate. Tell me, what to choose? The English teacher just clicked on her name.

"Teacher, I won't." Ai Yan stood up, and her cold voice made others think that she was right.

"Since you don't listen carefully, what are you doing looking out the window? If you don't study hard one by one, what can you do when you grow up? The English teacher was displeased with the teaching, and her ears were almost calloused when she heard this kind of sentence.

"I know it's wrong, teacher." Ai Yan apologized clearly.

The English teacher didn't embarrass her and asked her to sit down and listen carefully. Ai Yan was stunned when he heard this, this thing was more difficult to understand than the spatial geometry of the number of high number lines. Did the people who invented this thing go to heaven? finally stayed up until the end of class, Ai Yan's expression was sad, and his interest was not high.

"Ai Ai, it's time for lunch, are you going?" Han Muyou asked happily.

Ai Yanchen was still thinking about what to do with the English papers, and he was a little sad in his heart, and blurted out that his voice was soft like peach blossoms mixed with honey, sweet and delicious. "Can you not go?" This voice frightened Song Zhi for a while.

He swears, this is definitely a stunner, a rare stunner, what is so A and flirtatious, people can't stop, and they toss and turn. Xu is familiar with Han Muyou, Ai Yan, didn't react at once, her voice was a little complaining, and her voice was a little softer than her cold voice before, and her coquettish tone was so soft that people couldn't resist it all of a sudden.

Han Muyou was obviously also picked up by this voice. "Ai Ai, you are such a stunner. Don't be coquettish in the future, I can't stand it, I can't wait to bite you. ”

Song Zhi simply regretted that he didn't do it at the beginning, so he should record his voice and send it to Brother Ting, so that he could feel what it means to be sleepless at night.

"Eh, let me tell you, Xiao Ai was coquettish just now, and my Cao Na's tone is simply sweet." Song Zhi was not afraid of dying and beeped in the group.

"Recording." Gu Zhou sent two words.

"I don't care about it, just pass by." Song Zhi said with annoyance.

"Song Zhi, I think it's necessary for you to find someone to accompany you at night, Brother Ting has already walked over with a forty-meter-long knife." Li Jinyang sent out a message in a serious manner.

"Who made him instigated?" Song Zhi is not afraid. "Eh, what's going to be for lunch today? Zhouzhou, one piece. ”

"Cheng, do you want to go to the cafeteria?" Gu Zhou shook off a word.

", whoever wants to eat in the cafeteria, there is no oil and water at all."

"Okay, I'll be with you. Which dry pot outside the school? Gu Zhou asked.

"Done. Why don't you call Brother Ting? Anyway, it's close, isn't he in the martial arts gym? Song Zhi asked.

"Okay, I'll call him." Gu Zhou said and dialed Ye Tingliao's number.

After a while, Gu Zhou sent a message to Song Zhi alone, "Deal, you take it easy, I think Brother Ting wants to cut you." ”

Song Zhi held the mobile phone and trembled, so whether to eat this meal or not. Looking at his table mate and then at Ai Yan, he decided to fight to the death.

"Mumu, do you want to eat, together." Song Zhi pulled down his face and smiled extremely flatteringly.

Han Muyou looked dazed, and then nodded: "Eat." I don't know what to eat, the school cafeteria is too unpalatable, the dry pot outside the school can't be eaten, the hot pot is not suitable, and the others are very average. ”

"Dry pot, brother please. Brother Ting didn't come, and it was boring for me to eat alone. Song Zhi grinned widely, and it seemed to be true.

"Ai Ai, what do you think?" Han Muyou asked.

"Come on." Ai Yan nodded indifferently, as if the soft energy just now had passed. "You don't live on campus?" She asked Han Muyou.

"What school to live in. My dad almost moved the school to my house, insisting that the school was very dilapidated and the food was poor, as if he was afraid of losing her precious daughter. If I hadn't insisted on going to school, I guess my dad would have been able to get the family's cook to school. Han Muyou was angry when he said it.

Ai Yan smiled faintly, and then glanced out the window lonely. Song Zhi thought that this girl did have a story. is probably similar to Brother Ting, and the family is not happy.

The three of them went out of the school gate in a fight, of course, except for Ai Yan, who still had a sacrosanct expression.