Fang He was almost kicked by this kick, and flew out of his seat with a chair and people.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the table, thinking to himself, today is another day of temper at the little table.

-

At the end of the evening, Kwon Ying found that he was in a bad mood and seemed to be even worse.

She went to the doorman to get her skateboard as usual.

As a result, when I arrived at the doorman today, I found that the doorman's old man was not there.

This has happened in the past, and the old man sometimes leaves a door for Quan Ying to let her take things. Sometimes, I hang the skateboard directly on the side of the small tree near the school gate.

It's more hidden over there, and it's easy to hang something that won't be discovered, this is the last time the old man told her, once the old man went out, and Quan Ying got his skateboard there.

Kwon Ying pushed the door of the guard's room, but she didn't open it, she didn't leave the door, she walked like the school gate again, and rummaged over next to the small tree, but she still didn't find her skateboard.

As a last resort, she shook back into the guard's room and looked in through a small window next to the door.

I searched around and couldn't find my skateboard.

Quan Ying sighed, the old man didn't know where he went, and she didn't have contact information, thinking that she might have lost her skateboard.

She didn't pay much attention to it, but she only felt that the mood was really a little bad, so she silently went to her pocket, turned out a lollipop, dismantled the candy paper a few times, threw it in her mouth, and bit it several times impatiently.

The skateboard was not found, so Kwon Ying had to walk towards the school gate with his hands in his pockets.

Halfway through, she heard a particularly familiar voice again, from behind her, calling affectionately: "-At the same table!" ”

Quan Ying gritted the sugar's teeth, slightly forced, and with a groan, he crushed the sugar in his mouth.

If you hear it, you don't hear it.

Kwon Ying's steps began to pick up, and at the same time, he took out his headphones, put them on, and put on music.

However, it is impossible for an affectionate caller to give up.

The sound of da-da-da-da's footsteps gradually approached, and the next second Quan Ying was forced to stop.

Because the strap of her schoolbag was grabbed by this affectionate caller.

In the next second, even her headphones were directly dragged down by this one.

Then Quan Ying heard the other party say: "I call you at the same table, why are you walking faster and faster." ”

Quan Ying turned around impatiently: "Something? ”

Fang He didn't answer first, but looked Quan Ying up and down, and then swept left and right nearby.

Kwon Ying followed his gaze and looked around, surrounded by students returning home, as well as vehicles and office workers who got off work.

There is nothing else special, and in the end, Quan Ying feels that he is a little too stupid to follow the other party's imitation.

She silently withdrew her gaze, just saw Fang He also retract her gaze, and put her gaze on her again, Quan Ying bit the candy, and asked again with patience: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

As a result, seeing that Fang He seemed to be thinking about something, staring at her endlessly, Quan Ying snapped and crushed a piece of the sugar in his mouth, and was almost kicked again: "What do you think about your mother?" ”

"Calm down at the same table," Fang He followed his hair every day, and finally answered the question while passing: "Are you going home?" ”

"Or else?"

"Walking back?"

"It's your business."

“……”

Fang He always felt that something was wrong, he still remembered that when the two first met during the last few days of the high school entrance examination, during the holidays, the little table mate was skating a particularly cool skateboard.

Occasionally, I can meet a few times on the way to school, and I can see the state of the right shadow skateboarding.

Fang He thought about it for a long time, only to realize that his little skateboard at the same table didn't seem to be around today.

"Tablemate, where are you skateboarding?"

Quan Ying said casually: "Lost." ”

Lost? Fang He was incredible. Who, so bold, even dared to steal the skateboard of the Nancheng bigwig?