"......, how can you steal my lines?"

Lin Yanmo pretended to be X unsuccessful, so he had to nod his head inscrutablely, carefully observing Zhuang Changqing's intention to continue to answer, and was about to speak......

"Hey, be careful!"

Zhuang Changqing, who was looking at Lin Yanmo with a smile and embarrassment, suddenly changed his complexion.

"What's wrong......!?"

Lin Yanmo's head was pressed on the table by Zhuang Changqing with lightning speed, and then he felt a heat on his back and quickly stood up.

Zhuang Changqing took out a tissue from his bag and handed it over.

The seats in this classroom are not as spacious as in comics and TV dramas, Zhuang Changqing wanted to pounce handsomely to protect Lin Yanmo, but this little space was not enough for him to play, so he could only choose between pushing her back and pressing her down.

Zhuang Changqing, who subconsciously protected Lin Yanmo to his side, looked at Lin Yanmo with a little weakness, but found that Lin Yanmo took the tissue and looked as usual, slowly took off his coat and threw it to him, and raised his eyes to look at the other side.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we were really careless, and we didn't pay attention to you guys in the back."

The apology is a three-seven-point black-haired girl, not tall, good-looking, with some innocuous light makeup, very capable appearance.

"It's okay, this soy milk is not mine, and it's too late for you to apologize to her when Su Qianyuan comes back." Lin Yanmo smiled, but only glanced at her roughly, but his eyes fell on the short-haired girl who didn't make much noise behind her.

"My name is Lin Yanmo, Jinjiang No. 1 Middle School." Lin Yanmo tore a hair ring from her wrist and tied her long hair - because of Zhuang Changqing's coat injury and Zhuang Changqing's own cover, her own clothes didn't get wet much, but her hair inevitably stuck a little, and it was uncomfortable, but Lin Yanmo always felt that it was not very beautiful.

"What about you?" Seeing that they didn't answer, Lin Yanmo tilted his head and asked.

"Ah......" At this time, it was the short-haired girl who spoke up first: "My name is Fang Lanyin, that ...... It's also Jinjiang No. 1 Middle School, I know you, and so is Jingjing. ”

The girl who was called Jingjing seemed to have just reacted, and said with a smile: "I just told Lan Lan, how can you still remember us, my name is Chen Jingjing, and I used to share a big studio with you." ”

This Chen Jingjing knows Lin Yanmo quite well.

Zhuang Changqing, who had silently cleaned up the scene after a few words, sat back in his seat, and raised his hand to praise Chen Jingjing when he heard this: "Classmate, you look at people very accurately, Lin Yanmo, this guy is not a person, don't talk about a big studio, I used to live opposite the door with Lin Yanmo, and I still can't recognize it when I see it." ”

Lin Yanmo only recited the scriptures as Zhuang Changqing's king, and he didn't even look at him, and pulled Chen Jingjing, who was embarrassed, and released a surprised expression in a timely manner: "It's really fake, don't bully me for having a bad memory, I didn't finish laughing with you, I can take anything you say seriously!" ”

.

Zhuang Changqing, who was skillfully ignored by Lin Yanmo, gradually found a familiar feeling, and watched as if watching a play, while slandering.

If Lin Yanmo is willing, she can even remember the trivial matter of adding an egg to Xiangyang beef noodles for dinner three months ago, she is used to not caring about outsiders and affairs, most of them have never seen people's faces in the studio before, and ...... He looked at Lin Yanmo, who was already giggling hand in hand with Chen Jingjing, in a slightly subtle mood.

Her external personality is really as flexible as her bottom line.

This guy may be holding back some bad tricks.

"That...... Schoolmate? ”

Fang Lanyin, who was ignored by Lin Yanmo intentionally or unintentionally, faced Zhuang Changqing at this time, she pointed to Zhuang Changqing's coat on the back of the chair, looked away as if she was not used to talking to boys, and asked softly: "This dress is yours, right?" ”

Zhuang Changqing looked away from Lin Yanmo and nodded inexplicably: "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Fang Lanyin waved her hand and replied very seriously: "I just wanted to ask if I would like to wash it for you." ”

After she finished speaking, she felt a little inappropriate: "No, I mean whether to send it to the dry cleaner or not, I can pay for the dry cleaning fee." ”

"I'll go, it's such a big battle." Zhuang Changqing hurriedly refused, thought for a while, and said, "Before I lent Lin Yanmo the clothes, I said that I would wash them if they were dirty." In the final analysis, she is just unreliable. ”

Zhuang Changqing said in his heart that Lin Yanmo, whose life ability was about equal to zero, would be a ghost if he could wash it, but he still said with a clear conscience: "Let her wash it, she will be able to wash clothes." ”