Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

The students in the classroom were like badger running around in a melon field. They were all very excited and couldn't wait to eat the melons.

They couldn't help but wonder: Will these two people fight?

The truth was beyond everyone's expectations. Song Guo calmly walked to the seat next to Qiao Yuan and sat down gracefully.

Qiao Yuan still maintained that cold expression, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Song Guo's arrival didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Song Guo is very different today, not as annoying as before.

Qiao Yuan smelled the fresh pine scent on Song Guo and found it inexplicably nice. Did Song Guo spray perfume? It smelled nice. What brand? Go back and ask the housekeeper. He should know.

Liu Taowen, who was sitting next to him, stared at Song Guo warily, his eyes full of hostility.

He angrily questioned: "Song Guo, how dare you sit here?"

Facing Liu Taowen's questioning, Song Guo just smiled faintly, raised a polite fake smile at the corner of his mouth, and responded: "Why shouldn't I dare? Is this school owned by your family?"

Liu Taowen was so angry at Song Guo's answer that he was speechless. He wanted to continue to retort, but at this moment the class bell rang and the professor walked up to the podium.

Liu Taowen could only stop, but in the end he couldn't help but glared at Song Guo.

Song Guo looked up at Liu Taowen with a victorious smile. Oh, he was so angry that his eyes were wide open. It was so boring. His fighting power was too weak. He hadn't had enough fun yet!

Song Guo sighed with regret.

Liu Taowen cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, a villain is getting ahead!"

The corners of Qiao Yuan's mouth curled up subtly. Why didn't he realize that Song Guo was so cute before? !

To become a professor, one must have solid academic qualities and professional knowledge.

Song Guo listened to the class attentively, writing down important points of knowledge from time to time.

As he was writing, Song Guo found that there was no ink flowing out of his pen. He looked at the tip of the pen in confusion and tried to write a few more times, but still could not leave any mark.

"Strange, why is there no ink all of a sudden?" Song Guo couldn't help but frown, wondering in his heart. Could it be that this pen has run out of ink?

Song Guo continued to try unwillingly, trying to get the pen back to working condition.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change the fact that the pen had indeed run out of ink.

Song Guo sniffed in annoyance. He was so angry! He ran out of ink halfway through writing. He only had one pen.

Song Guo rolled his eyes. It was a good thing that the pen was out of ink. Wasn't this a good opportunity for him to strike up a conversation with A Yuan? His warm fingers gently poked Qiao Yuan's arm.

Qiao Yuan turned his head and saw Song Guo half lying on the table, his cheeks slightly bulging from being squeezed, with a playful strand of hair sticking up on top of his head.

Song Guo's appearance instantly evoked Qiao Yuan's memory. He remembered a squirrel he had seen on his mobile phone. The squirrel had a round body and a fluffy tail, and looked very cute.

At this moment, Song Guo was like a real-life version of the squirrel. His eyes were bright and lively, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a hint of playfulness.

Qiao Yuan's heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably, as if being driven by an invisible force.

Qiao Yuan's fingers began to tremble unconsciously, and a strong desire surged in his heart, wanting to reach out and pinch Song Guo's soft cheek.

Fortunately, Qiao Yuan did not lose his mind. He stared at Song Guo quietly.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were fixed on Song Guo, time seemed to stand still, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Seeing that Qiao Yuan did not respond, Song Guo thought that he did not hear what she said, so she poked Qiao Yuan's arm again with her finger and whispered, "Lend me a pen!"

Qiao Yuan finally came back to his senses from his thoughts. He quickly grabbed Song Guo's naughty little hand and handed him the pen in his hand.

After Song Guo took the pen, a brilliant smile blossomed on her face, as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring, and she said to Qiao Yuan: "Qiao Yuan, thank you."

This sentence flows like a clear spring, fresh and pleasant, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Qiao Yuan's ears suddenly became numb, as if hit by a warm electric current.

Qiao Yuan's thoughts were interrupted by Song Guo's brilliant smile, and his attention was completely focused on Song Guo's face.

That brilliant smile made him involuntarily fall into a brief state of trance. It seemed that the delicate touch of Song Guo just now remained in his hands. That feeling made his fingers curl up unconsciously, as if he wanted to retain that warmth.

Song Guo tightly held the pen in his hand, which still retained the warmth of his lover's hand. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he began to take notes in a happy mood.

If the occasion allowed, Song Guo really wanted to hum a few cheerful songs.

The scene of Song Guo borrowing a pen from Qiao Yuan happened to be seen by the classmates who had been paying attention to them. Everyone couldn't help but feel very surprised and puzzled.

After all, previous rumors had said that Song Guo and Qiao Yuan were incompatible and had a tense relationship.

But now seeing Song Guo asking the aloof Yuanshen to borrow a pen, and even gently poking Yuanshen with his finger, Yuanshen showed no sign of being angry, and instead lent the pen to Song Guo without hesitation.

How does this look like a bad relationship?

You know, usually the God of Yuan always looks cold and arrogant, and seems a little indifferent to everyone, as if no one can catch his eye.

Even Liu Taowen, his good brother who grew up with him in an orphanage, could only chat with Yuan Shen occasionally.

hiss~

The beauties in the class keenly sensed that something was wrong. They would never believe that there was no special feeling between Song Guo and Qiao Yuan.

The setting of the aloof real young master and the cute cat-like fake young master really makes people imagine!

The beauties' eyes sparkled with green light and their expressions became excited. They wished they could give Song Guo and Qiao Yuan a head massage on the spot. Oh oh, it's true, Song Guo and Qiao Yuan are a perfect match for each other.

Song Guo was concentrating on the class and didn't notice that her lover Qiao Yuan was distracted. After all, Qiao Yuan looked like he was listening seriously.

Liu Taowen, who had known Qiao Yuan for more than ten years and had focused nearly half of his attention on Qiao Yuan, could see that Qiao Yuan was distracted, and the person who caused Qiao Yuan's distraction was Song Guo, whom he hated the most.

Somehow, Liu Taowen felt that something was out of control.

Qiao Yuan treats Song Guo differently.

Liu Taowen lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his face was gloomy. How could this be possible? He would never allow anyone to snatch Qiao Yuan from him. Qiao Yuan could only be his.

If Song Guogan uses despicable means to snatch Qiao Yuan from him, then don't blame him for making him disappear from this world.