Quan Ying also discovered that in the whole class, Fang He rarely saw such absent-mindedness.

She thought about it, tore a strip from her notebook casually, flipped over a pen, scratched it on the note, and threw it on Fang He's desk.

The note came suddenly, and Fang He was stunned.

He put down the pen in his hand, took the note, and saw that on the note, there was simply only one symbol—

？

Fang He looked at it as a pleasure.

He thought that this might be a rare condescending concern from his little tablemate.

Although the character is still so cold, even a note is so simple that there is only one punctuation mark that is slightly perfunctory.

Fang He picked up the pen he had just put down again.

He pinched his fingertips and thought for a long time, moved the pen and wrote for a long time, thought about it halfway through writing, ticked all those words, pinched the pen and thought for a while, and finally reached out directly and crumpled the note into his pocket, and then reached out and tore off a large piece of white paper on his scratch paper with his backhand, pinching the pen on this white paper and throwing down a line of big characters -

It's okay, eh, at the same table, do you finally know how to care about your handsome tablemates?

As soon as the note was collected, Quan Ying glanced at it, and in the next second, he crumpled the note into a ball without hesitation, and then smashed it directly towards Fang He's face with an even more unhesitating movement.

Blind and kind-hearted, just such a thick-skinned bastard thing, care about a fart?

After Quan Ying smashed people, he directly took out the headphones, put them on and fell asleep on the table.

Fang He wiped his face beside him, and stuffed the note that Quan Ying had just thrown into his pocket, wondering why his little table had turned his face again, wiped his heart, and pulled out the cold: "......"

Heartbreak, no love.

-

Although Fang He's five-member team didn't have any specific information during the early self-study class, it didn't mean that they would give up.

Alas sighed for a morning in a row, the five-person team was resurrected during the lunch break, and ran to the school gate again with vitality, not to mention rummaging, Fang He and Fugui also exerted their shameless spirit, and followed the doorman to successfully establish a great revolution... Friendship of life, although in the end...... Still didn't ask anything, still didn't get anything.

When the old man sent them out, he muttered in a low voice: "I remember I put it there, how can other students find it and get something?" ”

Fang He sighed and said, "Uncle, do you want to stop thinking about it?" ”

The uncle said, "Okay, I'll think about it again, and I'll tell you what comes to mind!" ”

Fugui barely cheered up: "What a good uncle! ”

The five-person team came energetically and walked dejectedly.

The old man knocked on his head, thinking about why he couldn't remember, the skateboard was placed there.

People are old, and the old man has hollowed out his mind and can't think of anything else.

Thinking about Quan Ying's cold little girl, how to go home without this skateboard, thinking about it, she didn't pay attention, she tripped over the chair when she walked down, and suddenly fell on the folding bed where she was resting.

As soon as the old man sat down, he heard a clangling sound under the folding bed.

The uncle was taken aback on the spot and didn't dare to move for a long time.

It took him a while before he could barely calm down, and he leaned over and lifted the sheets from the edge of the bed with his hand—

I saw that the skateboard that made Fang He's five-person team all kinds of frustration and couldn't find it, and the old man couldn't think of it, was lying there very well-behaved under this folding bed.

Old man: "......"