When Luo Weiwei was still struggling with whether to thank her, the people from the Discipline Inspection Department had already checked and were writing down the names of the students who brought the prohibited items.

There are all kinds of prohibited items, such as comic books and nail polish, all of which are small things, and at most they will deduct class discipline points, and they will be scolded by Grandma Liu for a few words.

"Big guy, big guy!" Song Ningyuan ran in with a sigh, his face was full of anxiety, and he almost collided with the people from the Discipline Inspection Department who happened to be going out.

He ran to Luo Weiwei, whose face was full of confusion, and asked in a low voice, "My cigarette ...... Didn't find out, right? ”

Song Ningyuan is very good in other things, but there is a little bit of addiction to smoking at a young age.

After being told this by Song Ningyuan's family, Grandma Liu often rummaged through his drawers, and Luo Weiwei, as the eldest brother, could still help with borrowing a cigarette or something from the drawer.

When Song Ningyuan said this, Luo Weiwei noticed that Fan Yihang showed a surprised look.

She didn't think about it so much, but she was afraid that she would stretch out her right foot and kick Song Ningyuan's calf.

"Lao Tzu was almost killed by you!!"

"Almost" is nothing.

With Luo Weiwei's words, Song Ningyuan was relieved.

He folded his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, big guy, great kindness, toothless and unforgettable!" ”

"Alright, get out!" Luo Weiwei was extremely irritable.

She wasn't afraid of being called a parent, but at that time, she was a little panicked for some reason.

It's okay if the smoke is really hers, she Luo Weiwei is a person who dares to act, but the problem is that the smoke is not hers, why should she be scolded because of this?

Besides, according to her character, she would never confess Song Ningyuan.

It's all the younger brother who betrays the eldest brother, how can the eldest brother sell the younger brother?

All in all, in short, Luo Weiwei still decided to apologize to Fan Yihang.

Isn't that just a thank you? If it's a big deal, it won't lose a piece of meat.

Luo Weiwei took a deep breath, clenched her hands into fists, and just turned sideways, Fan Yihang suddenly spoke: "I'm sorry." ”

Luo Weiwei: "......"

Well? Something seems wrong?

After Fan Yihang said sorry, he probably felt that what he said was a little inexplicable, so he explained: "I thought it was ...... The smoke is yours. ”

Luo Weiwei rolled her eyes in her heart.

She thought he was doing, but she didn't expect to apologize for such a trivial matter.

"Compared to that." She said, "I would rather have you let someone else sit in my seat." ”

Fan Yihang was slightly stunned, he suddenly understood why Luo Weiwei had lost so much temper before.

Luo Weiwei was jealous.

He explained earnestly: "I didn't let her sit. ”

Luo Weiwei: "Really? ”

Fan Yihang nodded.

He thought about it and felt that it was indeed his fault, and he didn't like others to sit in his place, so he added: "I won't let others sit in your place in the future." ”

Luo Weiwei felt a little more comfortable, but she still deliberately "hummed" twice, and pouted: "I can't forgive you!" ”

Fan Yihang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's true that he likes to be quiet, but he doesn't like Luo Weiwei's inexplicable state, which makes him feel ...... I felt my chest clogged.

And now, he feels like he can even breathe a little easier.

Luo Weiwei looked at the lactic acid bacteria that Fan Yihang put on the corner of the table, and stretched out her hand to Fan Yihang: "Give it back to me." ”

I gave it to her, and it was her lactic acid bacteria.

Fan Yihang leaned back on the chair, turned the pen in his right hand and asked, "Isn't it that you don't drink?" ”

Luo Weiwei: "I'm going to drink it now." ”

As she spoke, she leaned over and stretched out her arm to take the lactic acid bacteria that had been placed in the corner of the table on his left side.

The ends of her hair swept to Fan Yihang's arm, itchy, with the scent of jasmine.