"Yes, Brother Ting, new classmates, at the same table." Gu Zhou deliberately touched him with his elbow.

At this time, they had already put away the new books, and the class leader Zhu He looked up at Ye Tingliao, who had an unknown expression, thinking that he was angry, so he hurriedly said: "Tingliao, don't trouble Classmate Ai, I'll go to Teacher Wu now." With that, he ran out.

"Stop!" Ye Tingliao scolded. "New classmates, we must be united and fraternal." Ye Tinglian stepped forward and stared at Ai Yan with a smile.

Ai Yan looked up at him and was also taken aback. Who would have thought that last night, everyone's boys and girls would actually become the same table today, this fate is really rare in the world.

"Okay, if you don't object, that's the best. Classmate Ai, this is your tablemate, Ye ......"

Before Zhu He finished speaking, he heard Ai Yan's cold voice. "Ye Tingliao, I've seen it."

"Little fox, your name is Ai Yan?" Ye Tingliao leaned closer to the lectern, looked up at Ai Yan standing on the podium and asked.

"So, did Mr. Ye remember?" Ai Yan glanced at him, and he didn't have a good face.

"The night is not in the dark, the court is burning, the gentleman is here, and the mountains are grumbling. The two of us are really fated to each other. Ye Tingliao's deep voice is like the sound of a cello, as mellow as wine, intoxicating and unconscious.

Ai Yan's face was expressionless, she had thought about the existence of this ancient poem when she knew his name. If this is also fate, then let's count it as one. Ai Yan ignored him and continued to help the class move books.

"Xiao Ai, do you know Ye Tingliao?" Most girls at this age are more gossipy, and Han Muyou is no exception. In addition to boring learning, this is also a way to solve problems.

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other." Ai Yan thought about it, shrugged his shoulders, and said this.

"I'll go, Xiao Ai, it's amazing, the school bully dares to beat it." Han Muyou suddenly admired Ai Yan very much.

Ai shook his head, but didn't explain.

Finally finished moving all the new books, Ai Yan squeezed his sore wrist and returned to his seat. Han Muyou helped the squad leader distribute new books, there was an empty position in front of Ai Yan, and the girl in front of him turned her head and glanced at Ai Yan with no resentment. Ai Yan is out of sight and out of mind, as if he is blind and does not see.

As soon as she sat down, she saw a pile of waste paper on Ye Tingliao's table that had not been cleaned up, and she said slightly apologetically: "Sorry, it really takes up space." Before Ye Tingliao could say anything, he heard Ai Yan's emotionless voice again: "You can ask the squad leader to get a garbage bag, put it together, and sell waste paper." ”

"Poof!" Song Zhi, who was sitting in Ye Tingliao, squirted a mouthful of water. He was still listening carefully to how the two interacted, and it turned out to be like this. Ye Tingliao had to be so poor that he could tear down the love letter and sell the waste paper.

"The suggestion is good, it is environmentally friendly and economical, and it can do good deeds. Little fox, why don't you help me collect the love letter in the future, and bring it to the cleaning aunt downstairs next time? Ye Tingliao crooked his neck, smiled evilly, and leaned close to Ai Yan's ear.

Ai Yan was not polite, and reached out to push his head back. "Stay away, I'm good hearing."

"Haha......" Song Zhi laughed.

Ye Tingliao kicked his chair directly. "Hold it for me." Ye Tingliao said through gritted teeth.

"Little fox, help still take the trash can. It's too much to take. Ye Tingliao seemed to be less irritable with Ai Yan, and inexplicably more patient.

Unexpectedly, Ai Yanchen took out a folded plastic bag directly from his backpack and said, "Oh, put it yourself." ”

"Little fox, are you serious?" Ye Tingliao looked at the plastic bag handed by Xiaobai's hand and couldn't cry or laugh.

"The paper for writing love letters is generally thicker, and it uses a special embossing technology, so it is heavier, and it will be more cost-effective to hand it to the cleaning aunt downstairs, and she will sell waste paper." Ai Yanchen patiently explained while sorting out his backpack. "Also, don't call me a little fox. My name is Ai Zhan! As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced at Ye Tingliao with a cold gaze.

"Ai Ai......" Ye Tingliao called coldly, and Song Zhi's hand shook in fright. I'm Cao, Brother Ting, is this estrus or what.

"Shut up!" Ai Yan let out a low roar. What a mess of names.

"......" Ye Tingliao shouted again, his voice was full of pleasure.

Ai Yan twisted his eyebrows and looked at him, how could he feel that this title was so strange. The other party's flattering look reminded her of the wealth she raised in her previous life, a Shiba Inu.

Thinking so, Ai Yan called softly: "Caicai." ”

Ye Tingliao looked stunned, and after coming back to his senses, he asked with a little displeasure, "Who is Caicai?" ”

"Shiba Inu, like you." Ai Yan retracted his gaze and placed it on his desk.

Song Zhi in front of him spat out a mouthful of water again, and he didn't dare to laugh, so that he couldn't bear to grovel and tremble. He took out his phone and gossiped around their small group.

"Outside the nickname, Brother Ting is in heat"

"How so?"

"It's love to call new classmates as soon as they come up"

"It's so exciting! Brother Ting, you can do it, it's amazing. ”

"The point is that his new nickname is Caicai."

"Huh? Fortune? ”

"No, Shiba Inu, like him."

There was silence.

And then it was all laughter.

"Do you know who the new classmate is?"

"His little fox?"

"It's worthy of gold, it's really extraordinary, and you can guess it."

"I'm Cao, this fate."

Song Zhi was still in the group, and he heard Ai Yan's words again, and he was not shocked, but he was dying.

"You don't like guys, why are there so many love letters? It's not like you're directing and acting. To hide your sexuality? Ai Yan's tone was still flat, and there was no wave on his face.

"it!" Song Zhi almost didn't mention it in one breath.

"Little fox, believe it or not, I'll let you see Lao Tzu's sexual orientation now." Ye Tingliao smiled like a tiger, his calm face suppressed his anger, and he had a little youthful and frivolous ruffian.

"Not interested." Ai Yan replied coldly.

It just so happened that Han Muyou read her name and asked her to pick up the new book. Ai Hanchen got up and walked over, and when he returned to the table, he saw the pile of blue and pink letterhead paper on his desk, and a stack of new books was still on Ye Tingliao's table. "Bang", the sound was loud, which made everyone look sideways. What age is this and still writing love letters, can't you find Ye Tingliao's WeChat? I have to say that this time Ai Yanxiao really guessed correctly, Ye Tingliao really doesn't have a good face for ordinary women, so no one dares to add anything to his WeChat, let alone call him.

Ai Yanchen wanted to think about it, but he still had to do it, his white fingers were holding the letterhead, and his voice was cold, like a clear spring, flowing through people's hearts, making people feel cool in the still hot September.