"Smack."

The crisp slap didn't quench the anger in me.

"You beat me?"

"It's good that I didn't beat you up, don't get cheap and sell well."

Tang frowned lightly and asked, "Classmate Wen, Nuo Nuo is wronged for me, something is coming at me."

"Smack."

Bright red slap prints appeared on Tang's lightly white face.

"I've never heard such a perverted request."

"Mr. Wen, what can you say well, why do you have to do it?"

Tang Qing bit his lip lightly, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

The rest of the class and others spoke softly for Don.

I sat down as if nothing happened, pulled out a piece of paper and continued writing.

"Ah Cheng."

Seeing Shen Cheng, Tang lightly grabbed his arm with teary eyes as if he had found the backbone of the main heart.

Shen Cheng dodged her hand and stood behind me.

Tang's movements froze slightly, and he looked at Shen Cheng in disbelief.

"Shen Cheng, what are you doing? Wen Jiaojiao just slapped lightly!! Are you going to be on the side of the violent maniac?"

The little follower glared at Shen Cheng angrily, as if he hadn't helped Tang lightly violate the rules of heaven.

Pulling my hand involuntarily, Shen Cheng was visibly relieved when he saw the numbers on his watch.

"Don't be angry."

I was surprised in my heart, Shen Cheng should stand on Tang Qingqing's side unconditionally.

But things seem to have gone from the first time I saw the car accident to the present, and he never seemed to shelter Don lightly.

"What's going on?"

"She snatched a spot in the competition and slapped her lightly."

Tang gently exposed the slap marks on his face at the right time.

"Jiaojiao, you say."

I'll briefly recount the story.

"If you have any doubts about the quota for the competition, you can go directly to the teacher."

Shen Cheng's obviously partial attitude towards me made me feel a warm current in my heart.

Tang was lightly shocked with tears in his eyes, "She can be admitted to Kyoto University by herself, why should she grab a place?"

Shen Cheng frowned, "Your grades are not as good as Jiaojiao, this is the result of the teacher's comprehensive decision, is it just because she has good grades that she should give you the place in the competition?" What is the reasoning behind this?"

Tang was dumbfounded by what he said, but his eyes were full of unyielding.

"Wen Jiaojiao's family is so rich, even if she doesn't go to Kyoto University, she can live well, but there is only one way to go to school!"

The little follower was unwilling to follow the confession.

"You have to get into college on your own, what's the difference between what you're doing and forcing others?"

Don gently covered his face and ran out, and the little attendant glared at me and ran after her.

When Tang gently came back from outside, he followed Gu Ye behind him.

The eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and the lips are slightly swollen.

Looking at the two of them with drawn eyes, I continued to bow my head and write the question.

"Teacher, do you need to prepare anything on the day of the competition?"

With no competition experience, I took advantage of the problem to ask the math teacher.

"Didn't you give up this chance? I've handed in all the contest forms."

My heart twitched hard, "I didn't."

"Gu Ye came over and asked for your competition table, saying that you were going to have surgery on the day of the competition, and you didn't have time to participate in the competition, so you volunteered to give the opportunity to Tang Qingqing."

My heart felt like someone was clutching it, and my breathing was a little short.

"Teacher, can the competition table still be modified? I didn't know about Gu Ye taking my race watch without permission."

The math teacher frowned and had an ugly expression.

"The form was submitted by the school and has been handed over to the principal's office in the morning."

I didn't hesitate at all, and just ran.

I temporarily suppressed the strangeness of my heart, panting against the door of the principal's office.

"Headmaster, our math teacher asked me to get our class's competition sheet."

The principal was putting the competition sheet into the file bag, and his expression was impatient: "Which class? How to modify at this time! Go back, you can't change it."