Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Luo Yangyang was ashamed, everyone except her wanted to partner with him, and she didn't even have a chance to refuse.

Fortunately, this is not a particularly bad thing. If she and Youyou were dangling in the reservoir at night, she was indeed a little unsure. With Su Fan there, he was a little bolder.

After catching up with the class, and seeing the strange Luo Yangyang and You You, the male students were excited, but the female students didn't feel much. As for Wei Zhitong, he was unhappy.

Especially when Wei Zhitong saw that Su Fan was carrying a backpack, the red backpack was not Su Fan's, but it looked like a girl's backpack.

She carried the baby-faced backpack herself, and the backpack on Su Fan's back belonged to another stranger.

Wei Zhitong's eyes looked at Luo Yangyang too focused and venomous. When Luo Yangyang was observing the nearby mountains and forests, he inadvertently glanced, and Wei Zhitong immediately attracted her attention.

"..." Luo Yangyang looked at Wei Zhitong a dozen meters away, and the moment her eyes met in the air, she was taken aback for a moment.

The other person's eyes were too unfriendly, she didn't do anything, right? What does it mean to stare at her with such venomous eyes?

"Wei Zhitong, what are you looking at? The eyes are almost staring out."

Shang Yiran didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, so he suddenly walked up to Wei Zhitong and directly blocked Wei Zhitong's unfriendly sight with his body.

"Shang Yiran, who is that person? What does it have to do with Su Fan?"

Wei Zhitong didn't take back her venomous and unfriendly gaze, and stared at Shang Yiran as soon as he turned his gaze.

Su Fan had the best relationship with Monk Yiran in the medical school. He must know about Su Fan.

"It seems to be Luo Yangyang." Shang Yiran said uncertainly.

Although there were two people, he was very sure that Wei Zhitong was definitely not asking about the baby face.

"Wei Zhitong, do you still like Su Fan?" Shang Yiran held a banana in his hand, peeled it and took a bite.

"What's up with you!" Wei Zhitong glared at Shang Yiran and turned to leave.

"I can tell you." Shang Yiran suddenly called Wei Zhitong, "You are not the type that Su Fan likes, so save some snacks."

"You are not Su Fan. Why do you say that I am not the type he likes?" Wei Zhitong turned around and retorted in a low voice and a little angrily.

After that, Wei Zhitong no longer wanted the monk to speak at once, turned around and left.

"Oh, the idiot blames the girl." Shang Yiran couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Wei Zhitong who was leaving in anger.

Although Su Fan didn't say anything, he could tell at a glance the tacit understanding between the upper and lower bunks for two years. Su Fan must like that Luo Yangyang, and he used it with great affection.

Luo Yangyang and Youyou conserved energy for the night task, and they didn't dare to run around during the day.

After arriving at the designated place, the Sufan class people didn't know what they were playing. They didn't look like they were playing anyway, and Luo Yangyang and Youyou, who didn't want to go to meddle with each other, took a nap nearby.

When night fell, Luo Yangyang and You You just ate their dry food, and Su Fan walked in front of them.

"How did you arrange it at night?" Su Fan held a torch in his hand and did not turn it on. He looked at Luo Yangyang and Youyou who were sitting under the tree in front of him.

"You just need to follow us." Yoyo stood up and patted the dust on his ass.

When Luo Yangyang stood up, he noticed that there was a dark shadow shaking behind Su Fan. He tilted his head and looked at him and saw a person walking towards them.

Su Fan saw Luo Yangyang's line of sight and looked back. At this look, his brows frowned: "Wei Zhitong, what are you doing here?"