The corridor was full of their laughter, Lao Yan looked at it with a smile on his face, and finally left the classroom with his thermos cup.

When these were gone, Fang He stood up, didn't carry his schoolbag, locked his open school uniform, and pulled it up halfway at will, and then stopped moving, he looked at the side of Quan Ying next to him.

Quan Ying was packing up some things on the table at that time, while destroying the corpse of a few knowledge points and answers recorded in some classes, she was still wearing a headset on one side, and a crisp sound suddenly sounded in her ears, Quan Ying was still cleaning up the table, and when she looked up, she saw that the young man who was supposed to stand up and should leave, was staying behind his own desk at this time, leaning against the back of the chair under the half of the table, tilting her head slightly, looking at her a little lazily.

And the crisp sound of the buckle was Fang He's hand, the index finger curled, and he knocked it twice on her desktop with a bit of careless taste.

Quan Ying held the torn paper in her palm without moving, she didn't know how long Fang He had been staring at her so silently, her hand had always been in the table, with the table in the way, Fang He should not have seen anything superfluous.

She chose an expressionless face that did not change her color, and looked at Fang He: "What to do?" ”

Fang He withdrew his hand, transferred from the back of the chair to the table like an uncle, and said to her, "At the same table, let's go?" Please bring you to dinner. ”

"You," Quan Ying didn't want to go through another bitter gourd bun, although he gave a cake with the last time Fang He's flavor was launched, but this still didn't wash the clear stream experience of being invited to dinner for the first time out of Quan Ying's mind.

She looked at Fang He, pulled her lips and said, "Give you another chance to organize your language, and think about how your hospitality is different from others." ”

Fang He smiled at her: "Why is it different, at the same table?" Think about how delicious the cake was last time? Besides, bitter gourd buns are not in the past tense. ”

"......" Quan Ying looked at him indifferently, this person is embarrassed to mention it?

"Face," Kwonying said to him earnestly, "this thing has made a deep impression on me. You, where are you cool? ”

Fang He was helpless but not angry, and touched the bridge of his nose: "Okay, you have to eat obediently at the same table, and I'll see you at night." ”

From his angle, he could just see Quan Ying's extremely long and curly eyelashes when he looked down, especially in the blink of an eye, it seemed that there were butterflies fluttering and falling, and Fang He, who was looking at it, wanted to stretch out and touch it.

But at the same time, think about whether his paw is still alive in this world after this touch.

But everything can't stand the daily actions of Fang He, who wants to go to heaven.

Unable to touch his eyelashes, he retreated, shifted his gaze upwards, and landed on Quan Ying's extremely thick and lush hair, and couldn't help but sigh: "The hair of my tablemate is really lush. ”

Then without saying anything, he directly stretched out his hand -

The headless sentence made Quan Ying look up at him, he didn't want to agree, he wanted to get up and leave directly with a cold snort, but at this time, Fang He's hand suddenly fell on the top of her head, and he couldn't help but rub his ......