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The air in Yucheng, which has rained for two days, is exceptionally fresh, so the air in the morning is cool.

Shen Ducheng squinted at Fan Yihang going upstairs and then disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the hand that was stretched out just now didn't take it back for a long time, until the friend next to him "" and asked viciously: "Ah Cheng, do you want me to teach you a lesson about that guy, this is too arrogant, don't look at whose territory this is!" ”

Shen Ducheng stretched out his fingers, then slowly withdrew it and inserted it in his pocket.

He squinted his eyes to the person next to him and said, "Rude." ”

"What?"

Shen Ducheng tilted his neck, and some impatience appeared in his eyes.

I said...... Don't interfere in this. ”

The boy wanted to say something, but after seeing the coldness in Shen Ducheng's eyes, he suddenly closed his mouth smartly, Shen Ducheng has always been the kind of gentle temperament that seems to be very easy to get along with, and occasionally makes waves, not many people have really seen how crazy he is, but everyone who knows is afraid of him.

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Luo Weiwei came early today, when she and Fan Yihang arrived at the classroom, there was only Song Ningyuan, an unlucky guy in the class, Song Ningyuan came to open the classroom door as a student on duty, and it was rare to get up early, and when she opened the door, she fell asleep on the table and died.

Because of the delay in Shen Dusk City, Luo Weiwei arrived in the classroom before Fan Yihang.

Seeing Fan Yihang walking in from the door, Luo Weiwei raised her feet and stepped on his stool, sitting in a posture of asking for guilt.

Since she knew that Fan Yihang was not that cult, and she knew some of the circumstances in his family, the little jealousy she had of Fan Yihang was only his skills.

And Luo Weiwei knows again: Fan Yihang, this guy looks so indifferent that no one pays attention to him, but he is a gentleman in his bones! So she was inexplicably unscrupulous, causing her to dare to step on Fan Yihang's stool now!

Fan Yihang saw it, and the expression on his face didn't change, but after walking over, he took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled out one, and was going to wipe the stool after Luo Weiwei took her feet off.

Luo Weiwei looked at Fan Yihang, who was not angry at all, and she clenched her fists in anger.

What a punch to the cotton! Not even a cool feeling!

She originally wanted to be angry, but people didn't react at all, but she was angry herself.

Luo Weiwei retracted her foot angrily and annoyed, let out a "hum" from the tip of her nose, and warned: "Fan Yihang, if you tell people in the future that I will come to your house to do my homework, you will wait to die!" ”

Fan Yihang quietly bent down to wipe the stool, got up and threw away the dirty tissues, and then came back to sit down before speaking: "Why?" ”

What he asked was, why couldn't people know about such things as going to his house to do homework? It's homework, and nothing else.

"Why?" Luo Weiwei was so angry that she stood up with her hips crossed, and said to Fan Yihang: "If your grandfather drove you to someone else's house to do your homework in order to be promoted, would you think it was very honorable?" ”

Fan Yihang looked back into her eyes, and looked away after a few seconds: "I know." ”

At the same time, I was relieved.

At least not for any other reason, but he didn't understand why he was relieved, and there seemed to be more and more things he couldn't figure out lately.

Luo Weiwei looked at Fan Yihang's straight back, and the eyes that could never guess what he was thinking, she felt a little restless in her heart, threw the schoolbag that had not been taken off her shoulder on the table, and went out.

Song Ningyuan, who was sleeping on the desk by the podium, was woken up by the movement of Luo Weiwei throwing her schoolbag, and rolled off the stool in fright, stumbling up in confusion When she looked in the direction of the movement, she only saw Fan Yihang sitting there quietly flipping through the book.

Is he dreaming?

Song Ningyuan rubbed his eyes, and then saw the schoolbag that Luo Weiwei threw on the table.

The big guy is coming? But what time is it? Don't you usually come here with the bell ringing in class?

Song Ningyuan rubbed his aching buttocks and wanted to go out to find Luo Weiwei, but when he walked to the door of the classroom, he suddenly remembered something, shook his palm, turned back, and walked towards the back door of the classroom.

Fan Yihang was flipping through the grammar table on the last few pages of his English book, when he noticed the sound of footsteps clearly walking towards him, he slowly raised his head and looked at the visitor silently.

Song Ningyuan has also seen Fan Yihang's skills, but his brain is not so big, and he has never seen a room with a fragrant ash smell, so his fear of Fan Yihang only belongs to the normal category.

It's just that after facing Shangfan Yihang's cold eyes, his courage was a little "sideways".

"Something?" Fan Yihang spoke first, looking at Song Ningyuan's eyes colder than at others.

The other party asked, and Song Ningyuan, who was a little resigned, emboldened himself in his heart, and then considered the words and said: "On Saturday, Sister Weiwei and I met the group of people in the Thirteenth Middle School, what is the name of it, two words, and ask for your home address by name." ”

Fan Yihang thought for a while and asked a name: "Liao Run?" ”

"That's right! Just him! Song Ningyuan nodded: "That kid looks very difficult to deal with, I don't know how you provoked the people of the Thirteenth Middle School, but to put it mildly, this matter has nothing to do with us, you can solve your own affairs, don't lead the trouble to Sister Weiwei and us." ”

Fan Yihang was silent for a moment, looked at Song Ningyuan's eyes coldly and asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

That's right, what I just said is all foreshadowing, Song Ningyuan clenched his fists, what he really wanted to say was: "Can you stay away from Sister Weiwei in the future?" ”

Two classmates happened to come in at the door of the classroom, and one said hello to Song Ningyuan: "Brother Yuan!" ”

Song Ning didn't pay attention to it, waiting for Fan Yihang's answer, the atmosphere was a little heavy, and the two classmates took the cups and went out to fetch water.

Fan Yihang's hand on the page of the book was released, and the book was closed with a "snap".

"Nope." He stood up, and the chair was pushed back by his movements, making a "squeak" sound, a little harsh.

Song Ningyuan frowned: "You ......"

"I'm at the same table as her, and it's not up to me to decide whether I can stay away from her. It's the teacher. As he spoke, he completely pulled out the chair and brushed it past Song Ningyuan's shoulder.

Song Ningyuan is a little fat man with a wide body, but whenever a person is tall, Song Ningyuan obviously felt a sense of oppression when he walked over.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and shouted at Fan Yihang's back: "Then soon you will not be at the same table!" After the monthly exam, the positions will be ranked according to the results, and I hope you don't get close to Sister Weiwei anymore! ”

Fan Yihang's footsteps did not stop, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, with a little careless indifference, but his hands were clenched into fists very slowly and powerfully.

What Shen Ducheng Song Ningyuan, one or two, it's not over yet? What the hell is going on with Luo Weiwei?