With Jian Chuan's kick, Gu Zhixia's table shook violently, and the cup on the side of the table "clanged" to the ground, accompanied by a dull sound from a few books falling to the ground.

A loud sound, causing a burst of exclamations.

Everyone was looking sideways.

Gu Zhixia raised his eyes, his clear eyes, glowing with shallow water, beautiful and innocent, but Jian Chuan still looked at it.

said that he didn't tell the teacher, but he went to the office to complain after class, and Mama just scolded a few of them for not saying anything, and really wanted to call his parents over.

He would definitely be beaten to death by his dad when he came home.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he said unhappily: "What do you mean, you said that you didn't tell the teacher, and you ended up playing this kind of yin with me, didn't you lose your papers, didn't you?"

Gu Zhixia pushed the table back into its original position, looked at him without changing his face and said, "It's not me who sued, you scolded the wrong person"

Her voice was not loud, but she was surprisingly calm.

But Jian Chuan didn't believe it.

"You just came back with the papers, and the teacher went to look for us, it's not you, it's the ghost."

He was loud, almost deliberately embarrassing.

And the momentum is violent, as if he is going to hit someone in the next second.

You know, he's most annoyed by this kind of person who is on the surface and secretly, very.

But Rao is like this, Gu Zhixia only frowned slightly, without the slightest fear, just lowered his eyes and said, "Do you believe it or not?"

The voice is shallow and light.

The calm attitude makes people angry, and what they say is quite dragging?

I thought it was a white lotus, but I didn't expect it to be a tempered white lotus.

Jian Chuan was about to explode, "You ......"

Seeing that the mouth cannon overlord was about to start the battle mode, but who knows, the squad leader returned to work at this time.

Seeing the bad atmosphere in the class, Jiang Wanfeng's face changed in a second, and he said in a deep voice: "What's the matter, what are you doing?"

"It's almost class, and no one knows?"

Jiang Wanfeng is worthy of being the squad leader, and when he puts up a shelf, his momentum is natural.

Jian Chuan pursed his lips, stared at Gu Zhixia and scolded in a low voice before returning to his seat angrily.

Although the farce was stopped in time.

But the impact is already there.

The others who watched a farce looked at Gu Zhixia's gaze with a little inexplicable inquiry.

It was Li Tong who scolded in a low voice, then got up and bent down, and picked up the cup and book that Gu Zhixia had dropped on the ground.

……

Midday.

The basketball court is surprisingly lively.

"Pass, pass—"

"This way!"

"Bang-"

The basketball smashed into the frame, making a sound, and the sturdy boy quickly moved and jumped around the basketball.

The sweaty hair ends, the thin T-shirt, and the tight and powerful muscle lines all exude the breath of youth.

Everything seems ordinary and harmonious.

But who knew that in the next second, the accident would suddenly come.

A basketball seriously deviated from the frame and smashed straight at a girl on the rubber track!

The girl was immediately smashed and stumbled, her feet were unstable, and then she covered her face and fell to the ground.

It looks embarrassing and funny.

Under a ball frame, several boys burst out laughing.

It should be very painful, the smashed girl covered her face or nose, and after sitting on the ground for two seconds, she slowly raised her head.

Under the sun, the girl's skin is white and almost transparent, and her black hair is tied into a ponytail, revealing the beautiful and slender lines between her chin and neck.

Wearing a school uniform, pure and beautiful.

"Ah, I'm sorry, my hand is slipping-"

A boy came slowly, with a cold smile on his face, bent down to pick up the ball, and then turned and walked back to the basketball court.

It's a deliberate ball, you don't have to guess to know.

Because whether it is angle or strength, it is impossible to hit this position with normal play.

The boy's apologetic attitude was more like a provocation.

That person was Jian Chuan, the one who kicked her table in the morning.

He seemed to have identified Gu Zhixia as the one who made the small report.

Gu Zhixia covered his left cheek and stared at the boy's back, his always calm eyes suddenly glowed with coldness.

"Are you sick?"

She stood up, her tone filled with hidden anger.

Although her temper has been restrained a lot over the past year, at this time, she still can't keep silent.