Hard to Deceive

As soon as Sang Yan's words fell, the class bell rang.

This voice was almost equal to relief, the man with glasses breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly apologized. Sang Yan didn't care anymore, only glanced at him, and then returned to his seat.

The people around gradually dispersed.

At this time, it is very rare in the classroom to keep quiet before the teacher arrives.

Wen Yifan took out the textbook from the drawer and turned to the content of this lesson, but his thoughts were on the matter just now. Reminiscing about meeting Sang Yan and his party in the dining hall yesterday, she swiftly smoothed.

So, other people thought she cheated Sang Yan and was with Xiang Lang.

Wen Yifan gave his pen tip.

No wonder someone said she was sick.

She raised her head and looked in the direction of Sang Yan.

Because of his height, his seat was arranged in the last row of the first group, a distance from her. I am now looking down, not knowing what book I am reading.

The boy sitting next to him was talking to him, his eyes were not lifted, his emotions on his face did not change much.

Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze, thinking that he would find a chance to thank him later.

...

This is just Wen Yifan's thoughts.

She did not expect that she would never find a chance.

Because there are almost no people around Sang Yan. He seems to be unable to walk independently, and even fetches water from the toilet, all in groups.

Wen Yifan was not in a hurry, thinking about always finding opportunities.

This time, it goes straight to the end of school on Friday the next week.

The duty schedule in the class is arranged in odd and even weeks, and Sang Yan is arranged to every Friday. Because he was on duty, he left later than the other classmates. People who usually call him brothers and sisters also choose to leave him to play at critical moments.

Sang Yan stood on the podium and wiped the blackboard with a wet rag.

Wen Yifan packed up the things, carried his schoolbag and walked to him and called him.

"Sang Yan."

Sang Yan glanced at her sideways and continued to wipe the blackboard: "Say."

Wen Yifan said sincerely: "Thank you for the things before."

He stopped and looked at her again.

"what."

"Those things the people in the class said," Wen Yifan explained, then thanked him again, "Thank you for helping me speak and clarify."

Sang Yan said with a loud voice, "You are very timely in thanking you."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"When I am about to forget about this," Sang Yan said lazily, "You helped me remember it again."

"..."

Knowing that this is indeed a long time.

Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed, but didn't show it on his face: "I didn't find an opportunity."

"No need." Sang Yan didn't take this matter to heart, and wiped the last piece of the blackboard. "This has nothing to do with me, and I won't care about this mess."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Thank you anyway."

Sang Yan didn't answer again.

Wen Yifan didn't say much, raising his foot and walking out.

When she walked to the door, for some reason, she looked back at Sang Yan.

He happened to finish wiping the blackboard, and now he seemed to want to go to the toilet to clean the cloth.

The moment he raised his eyes, he ran into her eyes.

Sang Yan's expression was not too surprised, and his eyebrows raised: "What?"

"what?"

Sang Yan said, "Do you really want to be fascinated by me?"

"..."

Before him, Wen Yifan had never seen such a person.

Innate arrogance and self-confidence, every corner of the bone seems to be engraved with arrogance, but not annoying. It will only make people feel like this, he was born with this feeling.

Like the existence of Zhongxing Pengyue.

Wherever there is, there is always light accompanying-

Go down from the deck area on the second floor.

Sang Yan entered the staff lounge downstairs.

He sat on the sofa, took a look at the phone, and then put it down again. He has a lot of alcohol, and he has not drunk too much tonight, but his head hurts inexplicably.

Sang Yan flipped a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, and lit it with the lighter he had just taken from the upper floor. He smoked for a while, and it didn't take long before Su Haoan came in.

"You didn't leave? Are you sleepy?" Su Haoan was surprised when he saw him, "I still have to wait for Goddess Wen to return together?"

Sang Yan's legs crossed on the table and ignored him.

Su Haoan sat next to him and smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case. It seemed that he was not in a good mood: "Oh, my **** was about to adjust, but today I mentioned this woman. Oh no."

"..."

"I've been a prodigal son in love for so many years," Su Haoan lit the cigarette, but he didn't have time to smoke. He kept talking with one mouth. "This is the first time I have been greened, you dare to believe me. such--"

Su Haoan paused, pointed to his face, and emphasized: "I look like this! I still have money!"

"..."

"But I was green!"

"You IQ," Sang Yan said softly, "Returning to the prodigal son."

"Get off, you are still not a human being." Su Haoan condemned, "I never heard you comfort me!"

"Consoling what?" Sang Yan seemed to be a little sleepy, his eyelids drooped, and his words seemed low, "Master said these words are not hypocritical."

"Mainly, this Wang Linlin kept telling me that it was her cousin." Su Haoan frantically complained, "I **** believed it, and I've seen it a few times, every time I called my cousin nicely. The result. I went to look for her last time, and the two of them kissed each other hardly."

"..."

"I'm going to spit out the meal overnight, it's so **** good!"

"Okay," Sang Yan said impatiently, "Fucking it all."

"Then I can't vent!" Su Hao'an also began to get upset, "What's wrong with you tonight? Your brother, I got green! I broke up! Broken up! You are still impatient with me!"

Sang Yan was annoyed by hearing it, and suddenly straightened up to pinch out the cigarette: "I'm leaving."

Su Haoan was taken aback for a moment. No matter how sluggish, he also noticed his emotions.

"What's wrong with you?"

"..."

"You didn't drive here and drank again, why are you going back?" Su Haoan immediately stopped him, "Qian Fei will come over in a while and let him send him a ride. You can do nothing when you go back."

Maybe because he thought he was right, Sang Yan didn't get up and leaned back in his chair.

Su Haoan stared at him: "Are you drunk too much?"

"..."

Su Haoan: "Or is it because Xiang Lang is upset?"

Sang Yan remained silent.

"Do you need this? How long have they both known each other? If they want to be together, they'll be together for a long time—"Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that this was appropriate for Sang Yan, and immediately changed his words," Do you still like Wen Yifan? I thought that you still have that interest to her, so I wanted to find a chance for you to rent together. But looking at me, your attitude towards people makes me I feel wrong."

"..."

Su Haoan patted his arm: "Come on, talk to me. I can guarantee that I will never be as mean as you. You can pierce the knife wherever people say sad things."

"Am I sick to talk to you," Sang Yan smiled, "What is the difference between you and a speaker?"

"..." Su Hao'an choked, just about to fight with him.

"I'm sleepy," Sang Yan drooped his eyelids and said something owing, "You can make up for it."

"Get off," Su Haoan stood up, "Count me wasting my feelings."

Su Haoan is not a person who can calm down, and after sitting for a few minutes, he intends to go out and wave. After listening to Sang Yan's words, he also felt that he was a little hypocritical tonight, and he actually felt that this invisible young master would be affected.

Before leaving the lounge, Su Haoan raised his eyes and looked at Sang Yan who was lying on the sofa at this moment.

Suddenly, he felt a bit familiar with his current state.

Su Haoan remembered the day when their college entrance examination results came out.

Su Haoan's grades were so bad that he was able to enter the key science class in the third year of high school because he had an uncle who was the principal of a high school. The system at that time was to evaluate the scores first after the college entrance examination, and only after the volunteers reported the scores.

The moment you came out of the examination room.

Su Haoan knew that he was finished this time.

But because Su's father told him before.

If he can pass the college entrance examination, buy him a new computer.

Su Haoan was very excited, and on the day after the exam, he vowed to tell his father that he must have crossed the line, and even admitted to Nanwu University easily.

Su's father believed his awesomeness.

I bought a new computer for Su Haoan the next day.

Time just passed by. When the first batch of admission results came out of the college entrance examination, Su Haoan dared not go home all day, and spent a whole day in the Internet cafe outside.

Later, I went to Sang Yan's house.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Sang Yan and Sang's father Sang Rong were not at home.

Sang Yan's mother Li Ping was teaching Sang Zhi to do his homework, with a gentle expression, and asked him to go to Sang Yan's room and wait. Su Haoan came to Sang Yan's house as a common meal, and didn't feel embarrassed, and went straight into Sang Yan's room.

Su Haoan turned on the game console in Sang Yan's room and played the game on his own. He faced this electronic device all day long, and he felt sleepy before playing with it, so he lay down on Sang Yan's bed and fell asleep.

When I was conscious again, I heard a sound of closing the door.

Su Haoan was awakened by the noise and opened his eyes to see Sang Yan.

The boy had just closed the door and wore a dark black short sleeve and gray trousers.

He couldn't see his upper body, but some of his trousers were obviously darker, and his hair was a bit moist. Su Haoan immediately asked, "It's raining outside? The weather was fine when I came."

Sang Yan glanced at him: "Why are you here?"

"The admission result is out," Su Haoan sighed, "I dare not go back, for fear of my dad breaking my leg."

"Deserve it," Sang Yan snorted, "How can you not be afraid of breaking your leg when you are bragging."

He was the benefactor to take him in tonight, Su Haoan didn’t care about him: "Where did you go? I waited for you to play games for a long time." Then, he glanced at the time: "Damn, it's the **** It's eleven o'clock."

"I didn't go, I won't come back here." Sang Yan didn't go to the bath either. He sat on the carpet in front of the game console and threw a gamepad in his direction. "Can you still play?"

Su Haoan immediately got up: "Fight."

The two chatted while playing games.

Su Haoan: "You came back so late, didn't your uncles and aunts scold you?"

Sang Yan: "Is it possible?"

"..." Su Haoan was speechless, "So don't you owe it yourself?"

He asked again: "Where have you been? You have not all been admitted to Nantah University, which is so cool. If I have this result, I will be a king at home."

Sang Yan: "Where do you come from so much nonsense?"

"Oh," Su Haoan got used to Sang Yan's attitude, and continued, "I don't know what school I can go to. I just saw Chen Qian post a comment that she was admitted to A. But I didn't report to A city. School."

Sang Yan didn't say a word.

Su Haoan continued to think about it.

I don't know how long it has been.

Su Haoan found that on the game interface, the character controlled by Sang Yan suddenly stayed motionless and let him fight. He has never beaten Sang Yan in a game, just as he was stuck and took the opportunity to drive wildly.

After killing him, Su Haoan looked at him and said pretendingly: "Are you stuck or what? Why are you doing this like this——"

Before he finished speaking, he got stuck in his throat.

Don't know why, at that moment, Su Haoan was a little speechless.

Sang Yanzheng lowered his eyes and looked at the gamepad in his hand very quietly, but he didn't seem to be looking at this thing. He seemed to be lost, his body bent slightly, and he looked tight again.

Like a still picture.

It's like a bowstring that is about to collapse to its limit.

Su Haoan has known him since junior high school.

From the first side of the acquaintance, Sang Yan has always looked like a haughty thing. His eyes are above the top, and he flies like no one else. He doesn't care about anyone or anything.

Like someone who was born to live at the top.

But at that moment.

Su Haoan had an illusion inexplicably.

He is arrogant.

It seems to have been broken.