Chapter Seventy-Four: Secrets in the Sketchbook
When the classroom was quiet again, and after the head teacher lowered his head to prepare for class, Zheng Yuyi turned his head and said jokingly: "Why are you so excited?"
"Didn't do anything." Su Yangyang, who lowered his head, rolled his eyes at the test paper, although he tried his best to restrain himself, his tone was still full of dissatisfaction with her.
"Isn't it just the name of Teacher Kong? What's all the fuss. Zheng Yuyi threw the small note on Su Yangyang's table.
Just now, Su Yangyang looked up and found that Zheng Yuyi was tilting his head to look at the content on the draft book, and subconsciously grabbed the draft book. To be honest, before snatching the draft book, Su Yangyang wasn't sure what she was looking at, but she was afraid that it would suddenly come to her heart.
I grabbed the draft book and looked at it, and on that page was what I wrote out of anger some time ago, "Kong Yinxin is excessive!" “
"Then why have you been watching it for so long?" Su Yangyang scribbled.
"What's wrong? See what you're thinking? I saw the small note that Zheng Yuyi sent again.
Su Yangyang glared at Zheng Yuyi's back angrily, she was even more angry that she looked at her draft book without permission than when she saw these words. If the wind was a real thing, Su Yangyang would probably catch it and beat it up right now.
When the music "Sunny Day" sounded after class, Su Yangyang really couldn't stay for a moment, and ran out of the classroom and slipped into the toilet as if he was running away. The toilet is probably the only place in the school building where you can lock yourself up, although it stinks.
When I came back from the toilet, I just walked into the back door of the classroom, and I saw Wang Qi playing with his classmates on the balcony, Su Yangyang stepped forward silently, stood beside Wang Qi, and looked at the students who were playing on the badminton court, and the excited voice seemed to reach Su Yangyang's ears on the balcony on the fourth floor.
Wang Qi beside him seemed to feel Su Yangyang's strangeness, turned around, and knelt next to Su Yangyang's ear, "Little baby, what's wrong?" “
In his right ear again, Su Yangyang's back was numb like an electric shock, and he subconsciously shook his shoulders and distanced himself from Wang Qi, "Don't talk to my right ear." “
"Look at you like this, isn't he sticking it to the wall?" Wang Qi rubbed Su Yangyang's shoulder and beat her arm, "The sky hasn't fallen, it's not a problem." “
"Oh, no......" Su Yangyang whispered in Wang Qi's ear what had just happened.
"Holy! She just read it, what does the little note mean? After Wang Qi heard this, he turned to look at Zheng Yuyi, who was sitting in the seat, "This is obviously provoking you." “
"I want to beat her!" Seeing Wang Qi's thunderous appearance, he seemed to be able to empathize with himself, and he seemed to have found another self.
"That's it! Beat her up! Wang Qi looked at Zheng Yuyi's back hatefully while waving his fist.
"Hand tear her!" The more Su Yangyang spoke, the more energetic he became.
"That's right! Hand tear her! Shredded beef! Oh no, hand tearing human flesh! Wang Qi couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, "It's okay, there's nothing to be angry about." “
"I just can't bear it!" Su Yangyang, who was amused by Wang Qi, lost most of his yang anger, and pouted and complained in a low voice.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's a big deal to admit that you just like him, and don't break the law." Wang Qi reached out and pinched Su Yangyang's face.
"Classes and lessons." The class bell really came in time, and Su Yangyang needed a quiet time.