Shi Huan knew that Zhang Gege was doing it for himself, but he couldn't guarantee that their private friendship was not good, besides, what qualifications did Shi Huan have to say irresponsible things to others, after all, they were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and she could only be regarded as an outsider.

"That's good."

Shi Huan still said with a smile, and he didn't think about continuing to talk after speaking, and he didn't want to disturb the two of them, so he went directly to the classroom.

Li Ziang looked at Shi Huan's departing back, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just took Zhang Gege's hand off his arm, and said softly: "It's not good to be like this in school." ”

"So you mean it's okay to be in a place other than the school?"

Zhang Gege playfully stuck out his tongue, eccentric and weird.

"I really can't help you, little clever ghost!"

Li Ziang scratched the tip of Zhang Gege's nose dotingly, looking very intimate.

With that, they walked side by side in the direction of the cafeteria. Shi Huan turned around at the door of the hall and glanced at their backs, and went to the classroom alone, she didn't go to Yu Wanwan, at this time, she just wanted to be alone and quiet.

The quiet and terrible in the teaching building at meal time, there is no sound at all, the huge teaching building is away, the bustling sound is like it has been suddenly silenced, and the corridor echoes with Shi Huan's footsteps, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, and it seems that it can be transmitted far away.

Sometimes when I walk past the door of the classroom that is not closed, a gust of wind will blow out, making people feel refreshed, and Shi Huan walks very slowly, slowly going upstairs like a walk.

When he came to the door of the classroom and pushed the door open, Shi Huan was squinted by a strong wind, and in autumn, the wind in the north was getting stronger and stronger.

When she opened her eyes, Shi Huan saw that there was another person in the classroom, a male classmate, he was writing something, when Shi Huan came in, she just subconsciously looked up, and found that it was a classmate in the class, so she buried her head again and continued to write her own things.

He ignored Shi Huan, and Shi Huan didn't pay attention to him, she just wanted to take advantage of the time when there was no one in the classroom to come here to calm herself, but now although there is one more person, fortunately, it won't disturb her.

Sitting in the seat, Shi Huan did not take out his homework to write, but took a white sketchbook, took a pencil and began to release his emotions indiscriminately.

Shi Huan likes to release her emotions in the paintings, and some people like to vent their emotions on other people, but Shi Huan feels that it is too irrational, so whenever she is in a bad mood, she will paint, but after the painting, she will tear up the paintings, because those paintings that carry negative emotions are very ugly, and after the release, Shi Huan doesn't want to face them anymore, so she has to destroy them all.

Just like his bad mood will be destroyed with this piece of paper, and then he will be reborn, which is a tradition that Shi Huan has adhered to for several years.

Slowly, the outline of a cake appeared in her pen, but the cake was surrounded by spikes, spreading and stretching out in all directions, and there was a strange smiling face on the top of the cake, and the big mouth seemed to be laughing and crying.

"Wow! Classmate, you used to draw abstract paintings? ”

When Shi Huan was immersed in it, a voice suddenly sounded above his head, and Shi Huan's hands trembled, and a line was drawn to the outside of the notebook.

"Can you suddenly say anything, do you want to scare me to death? Don't you know that people are scary and scared to death! ”

Shi Huan asked angrily loudly, his face was not very good-looking, and he stared at the eyes of that classmate fiercely, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

The classmate who spoke was none other than the boy who was in the classroom before, and he didn't know when he came to Shi Huan's front, and there was no sound under his feet, which really scared Shi Huan a lot.

In the face of Shi Huan's questioning, the boy was not angry, but scratched the back of his head a little embarrassed, and smiled innocently: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I apologize to you." ”

"What's the use of apologizing, can it calm my heart beating wildly now?"

Looking at the boy's shy smile, Shi Huan didn't want to accept his apology, he still spoke so impulsively, with an aggressive momentum, no one could get used to it, he wanted to leave immediately, and even had the idea of being angry.

But the boy didn't get angry, he just pouted his lips beside him, and it seemed that it was all his fault: "Then what do you want me to do to be useful?" ”

I don't know if this boy is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, Shi Huan is so obviously provocative, but he takes it as if it is true, and asks him what Shi Huan can do to dissipate his anger.

Looking at such an honest and honest boy, Shi Huan had no intention of continuing to embarrass him, and all the anger that had just come out dissipated.

"It's nothing, no need, you're busy with yours, my tone just now wasn't very good."

After Shi Huan was angry, he also apologized for his attitude just now, although it was the boy who frightened her first, but people apologized at the first time, but he was so aggressive, like a shrew, it was too graceful.

"It's okay, it's my fault first, looking at your painting, you don't seem to be in a very good mood."

The boy said very casually that he had nothing to do with it, and then, his eyes kept looking at the painting in Shi Huan's hand, and he said such a sentence rashly, he didn't say that the painting was okay, but this painting stabbed Shi Huan's scales again, and he was really looking for something.

Shi Huan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "What does it matter to you whether I'm in a good mood or not!" ”

After speaking, Shi Huan tore off the almost similar painting that had been drawn in the notebook, and was about to tear it into pieces and throw it into the trash.

"Hey! Why should such a good painting be torn apart, why don't you give it to me, I like this kind of abstract painting, it has a lot of personality. ”

Just when Shi Huan was about to tear the painting to pieces, the boy suddenly snatched the painting from Shi Huan's hand, folded it twice and put it in his pocket.

Shi Huan looked at the boy's series of actions, and her jaw fell off in shock, it was the first time someone had robbed her of something, of course, except for her brother, her brother generally didn't have to grab it, just took it.

But although this boy is in the same class as her, he is only familiar, she doesn't even know what his name is, so he suddenly came to snatch his own things, although it was a waste paper to be thrown away, but it was snatched away, I still felt very uncomfortable, besides, the paper was not a painting, but Shi Huan's negative emotions.

This made Shi Huan very uncomfortable, and he jumped up to his head in anger, Shi Huan stood up angrily, and only had time to say: "You! ”

Then he was about to reach out and grab it, but the boy was too despicable, he folded the paper and put it in his pants pocket, which made Shi Huan how to do it, he could only watch.