I don't know what Su Nan's mood is, anyway, Song Tingchuan is really speechless.

Didn't he just take a bad detour to a nearby convenience store to buy something and linger for a while? How can you still meet this evil god?

Yes, you heard it right, after a simple confrontation and the collision of ideas between the two university tyrants, at this moment Su Nan is two words in Song Tingchuan's heart-

Evil God.

A god he can't afford to provoke and can only hide.

Before Nima's plan was implemented, he found that he couldn't hide.

What kind of ape droppings is this?

Song Tingchuan's irritability that had just been suppressed by him instantly returned.

He snorted and turned his face, pretending not to see.

However, Su Nan chased after him without any embarrassment or insight, and grabbed Song Tingchuan.

"Mr. Song."

Song Tingchuan turned around and looked at Su Nan coldly:

"Why, the head of the class still cares about me after class?"

As soon as Song Tingchuan spoke, Su Nan frowned.

Her nose moved, and when she was sure that the taste between her noses was not wrong, her face was ugly.

"You smoked?"

Su Nan originally just wanted to ask Song Tingchuan why he came back so late, and it was clear that he had to leave before her.

What's more, she also took a detour to send Yang Ting home.

The result is good, as soon as he sniffs his nose, Su Nan probably knows the answer.

Song Tingchuan definitely went out to smoke before he came back so late.

Yes, Song Tingchuan smoked.

Boys, many of them smoke in junior high school, and as the most unscrupulous existence among good students, Song Tingchuan is naturally no exception.

Everything tonight was too irritable for him, and if he didn't find a way to vent, he would really go crazy.

This is also the reason why he came back late and happened to bump into Su Nan.

Ma Dan, if he knew that he would meet this person, he should have smoked two more and came back.

Behind Song Tingchuan was a street lamp in the community, and he didn't care whether it was dirty or not, so he leaned on.

His right leg stood straight, his left leg slightly bent in front of his right leg, the bag at his side hung lazily, and the dim light hit his face, making him look a hazy beauty that was lazy and uninhibited.

He pursed his lips and looked at Su Nan with an unhappy expression:

"Who's smoking, do you see? What about the evidence? ”

Su Nan stiffened his face and righteously debunked Song Tingchuan's lame lies:

"You smell of smoke."

Song Tingchuan moved his neck and sneered:

"What's wrong with the smell of smoke? That's the evidence? ”

Su Nan just looked at him and didn't speak.

Song Tingchuan didn't care, and lazily dusted his left shoulder, as if he could get rid of the smell on his body like this.

"Let me tell you, this smell was brought to me by an old man who smoked on the road when he was chatting with him."

As he spoke, Song Tingchuan smiled, looked at Su Nan with an innocent and provocative gaze, and spread his hands:

"I was forced to smoke second-hand smoke, and I was helpless."

As he spoke, Song Tingchuan suddenly stood up straight, leaned over slightly and leaned in front of Su Nan, the distance between the faces of the two people was less than a palm's width.

"Or is I, a victim of second-hand smoke, guilty of being a class leader?"

Su Nan had never been so close to a boy, and this distance had exceeded the most appropriate distance for her classmates in her cognition, which made her feel uncomfortable.

She pushed the bicycle reflexively took a step back, and saw a smile on Song Tingchuan's face.

Su Nan's delicate facial features were tightly frowned, and he said coldly:

"Sophistry!"