She has little monsters in her pencil case

Sang Wan stretched out her hand and patted her forehead, trying to cheer herself up a bit, concentrate on doing the exercises in hand, and stop being affected by the annoying noise in her ears.

But this method seems to be in vain, because the crying and accusation, which can be called the magic voice, didn't stop at all, but the crying became more and more vigorous.

It seems that given a little more time, it can find the rhythm of the drums and cry out the first rap.

Sang Wan took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief, and threw the pen in her hand on the table, thinking that this night of self-study would be impossible.

It is about [-]:[-] in the evening in summer, and the sky is already dark.

The students in the room are doing evening self-study quietly against the bright lights.

At this moment, two hours have passed since Sang Wan committed a shocking cross-species crime.

Let the time go back to two hours ago.

At that time, the sun was still shining, and the classroom was quiet and bright. Sang Wan had just made up for it by putting the little monster's clothes on it.

In the end, he was awakened by a sudden voice, and when he looked up again, he found that he was caught by the master just as he was doing something bad.

At that moment, facing Liang Bing's unexplained gaze, and the increasingly violent spiel like a little monster in his hand finding a savior.

Sang Wandeng panicked immediately, without thinking too much, and immediately made excuses for his behavior.

However, what is puzzling is that after hearing her words, Liang Bing's puzzled eyes became even more confused.

It's completely a "what are you talking about, why can't I understand" expression.

This was really unexpected, not only Sang Wan, but even the little monster stopped crying in astonishment.

Sang Wan really didn't expect that the little monster was crying so violently in her hands, but Liang Bing, its owner, didn't seem to hear it at all.

Because of this unexpected development, the atmosphere froze for a while.

Sang Wan just stood in Liang Bing's seat, and Liang Bing stood in the aisle not far from her. The two looked up at each other but were speechless for a while.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a moment before being broken. It was Sang Wan who tentatively opened his mouth, "Didn't you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Liang Bing frowned and asked back.

Her answer further verified the vague inference in Sang Wan's mind.

From the corner of her eye, Sang Wan glanced at Li Ruo, the monitor who had been immersed in her studies in the front row until she was talking to Liang Bing.

Suddenly, I felt that I understood something.

If she guessed right.

It seems, probably, as if...

Only she could hear the little monster speak.

But why!

It doesn't make sense!

If you have the ability, go bother Liang Bing!

Bullying me, a three-good student, is nothing!

But right now is obviously not the time to think about it, Sang Wan thought about it, twitched the corners of her mouth indistinctly, and casually found an excuse to evade it.

"No, it's nothing, maybe I just had an auditory hallucination. Oh, and your pen just dropped and I picked it up for you."

"You fart, you liar!"

Almost as soon as Sang Wan's words fell, the little monster's rebuttal sounded immediately.

Sang Wan wasn't used to it either.

Grabbing the guy's neck, he stuffed it into Liang Bing's pen case fiercely.

As long as you have a mouth, you can talk all day long!

Sang Wan tonight is really a little abnormal, quite different from her usual gentle and good-tempered appearance.

Liang Bing watched the movement and eagerly stuffed the pen into his pen case, then quickly retreated to the person in the seat, moved his nose slightly, and spoke softly.

"Thank you then."

She didn't ask what Sang Wan's words meant just now, nor what was Sang Wan's state at the moment.

Because looking at the other party's appearance, she obviously didn't want to talk about it, so why did she bother.

And in the final analysis, the two of them are just classmates, asking too many questions will only make people annoying.

It's just that the doubts in my heart are not so easy to let go.

Liang Bing was silent for a while, then turned to face Sang Wan, "Are you okay?"

"No......"

When Sang Wan heard Liang Bing's words, she was just about to answer her, but at this moment, the little monster who had been stuffed back into the pencil case became dishonest again.

Crying, sobbing and sobbing, there is a great sense of presence.

Sang Wan tried her best to press the corners of her lips to keep her face calm.

It took a while to hold back a sentence, "No, it's all right."

The parties had already said so, and Liang Bing had no reason to ask any more.

The time for free activities before the evening self-study passed quickly under the disturbance of this farce.

Not long after the conversation between Sang Wan and Liang Bing had passed, the bell for the evening self-study quietly rang.

Sang Wan is a smart person, and she immediately deduced that she seemed to be the only one who could hear the pen talking.

But the quick-witted little monster is not bad, and after a little thought, he also understands.

So without restraint, it became even more unscrupulous, lying in Liang Bing's pencil case, crying and accusing Sang Wan for two hours, and it hasn't stopped since class started.

This was the beginning of the scene where Sang Wan threw his pen in anger.

Sang Wan listened to the little thing sobbing and choking, hiccupping from crying and insisting on calling herself a pervert, really felt suffocated.

She has grown so big, it is the first time in her life that she is scolded by a monster.

This is simply an insult to my bright red scarf!

Sang Wan took another deep breath, trying to calm down.

The result was an obvious failure.

She gritted her teeth, and looked casually at the deskmate next to her who was quietly doing homework with her head lowered from the corner of her eye.

My heart is even worse, I will be scolded to death by your pen, and you still do your homework!

So at this moment, she didn't know what was going on, Sang Wan turned her head to look at Liang Bing expressionlessly, and spoke softly.

"Do you think I'm a pervert?"

This question was so strange that even Liang Xueshen, who was always calm and composed, was taken aback when he heard it.

Liang Bing stopped his movements and reacted for a while before turning his head to look at Sang Wan.

She pushed her eyes on the bridge of her nose, shaking her head with doubts in her eyes.

When Sang Wan got her answer, she turned her head and snorted softly, reached out and patted the book on the table, making an angry noise.

The subtext in the heart is for little monsters.

did you see!

Your master says I am not!

With this "bang", the sense of presence in the silent evening self-study class is quite strong.

All of a sudden, the little monster's cry was cut off.

Chunqing was so distressed that she didn't dare to speak, and was hurt by being looked at, so she could only choke in a low voice like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Liang Bing looked at Sang Wan even more in surprise, his eyelids twitched lightly and he was calculating.

What's going on, it seems that my negative answer made her unhappy?

Logically speaking, my answer should be no problem, after all, no one likes to be called a pervert.

but!

Even she knew that pleasing girls was an advanced and elusive science.

Accidentally answering the wrong question may make the other party unhappy, and it will greatly reduce your image.

So, maybe it's not necessarily because I answered wrong?

With such thoughts in mind, Liang Bing pushed his glasses again, and his eyes were slightly troubled when he looked at Sang Wan's profile.

She coughed imperceptibly, and when she spoke, her voice seemed steady but a little tight, "Could it be, you like?"

As soon as the voice hit her ears, Sang Wan's hand that was about to open the book froze, and the pages that had just been opened also clattered and fell back to the original point.

The wild laughter of the little monster sounded as the background sound at the right time.

Sang Wan turned her head slowly, and looked at Liang Bing expressionlessly.

The two looked at each other in silence for three seconds.

Liang Bing coughed lightly and withdrew his gaze, looked down at the books on the table, "Sorry."

This person...

how to say.

It seems that there is an unexpected slowness that does not match the human design.

Sang Wan blinked in surprise when she saw the reaction of her deskmate, and smiled slightly.

Quite novel.

Unexpectedly, Liang Bing, who had always been so cold and hard to get in touch with, had such a side.

Maybe she is easier to get along with than imagined.

Sang Wan is a person who looks gentle and quiet on the surface, but occasionally he will hold back bad things behind his back, and when he is forced to swear, he is even more ruthless.

She experienced such a strange thing today, which is the time when her mind is active.

Seeing Liang Bing like this, Sang Wan rolled her eyes and had a new idea in her heart.

I just want to take advantage of my deskmate to talk and do more inquiring.

Because it is evening self-study time, there is still a teacher sitting on the podium.

In addition, Sang Wan didn't want the little monster to know about it, so she didn't dare to speak loudly.

It's just that she really doesn't care about this matter. If she doesn't ask about it today, she won't be able to sleep at night.

So with these thoughts in mind, Sang Wan became more and more courageous.

He quietly moved closer to Liang Bing's side, then whispered into the other's ear and asked, "Can I ask you something?"

Sang Wan came over without warning, and Liang Bing was unprepared, so she easily captured a safe distance.

The distance between the other party and him was really too close, Liang Bing could even feel the breath that she accidentally breathed on his chin when she spoke.

You can also smell the sweet peach fragrance from her hanging hair.

The close distance made Liang Bing slightly uncomfortable, holding his breath, he moved a little away from the other party.

But in the end, he was not willing to withdraw too far, just a little away by two centimeters.

Sang Wan didn't care about this episode, and after asking her question, she blinked her eyes and looked at Liang Bing expectantly.

Liang Bing lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, then quickly retracted his gaze, and said two words, "Ask."

"Really? Then I asked!"

When Sang Wan heard Liang Bing's answer, his eyes lit up.

Liang Bing naturally nodded.

In order not to let the little monster hear the secret question, Sang Wan kept her voice very low.

"Can you tell me about that pen in your pencil case?"

Liang Bing never expected that what she wanted to ask was this matter, so he looked over in surprise.

"Why are you interested in this?"

"Because your pen is beautiful."

Sang Wan blinked her big eyes and lied without changing her face or heartbeat.

Liang Bing glanced at her suspiciously.

But he didn't feel that there was anything unspeakable about this matter, so he just frowned slightly, and prepared to answer.

Sang Wan saw Liang Bing was about to speak and immediately became excited. It seemed that the origin of the little monster was not a secret that could not be revealed.

Under Sang Wan's concerned gaze, Liang Bing answered her.

"It used to be a pen used by my grandfather, and it was given to me as a gift, but it is broken and can't be used now. But as a souvenir, I still keep it with me."

Sang Wan opened her eyes curiously and looked at her with big sparkling eyes, like a curious baby listening to a story and waiting for the next one.

On the contrary, Liang Bing, who had finished speaking, looked at her with some doubts.

Sang Wan looked at her and blinked, then paused for three seconds before realizing, "Is it finished?"

Liang Bing nodded, "It's over."

Do you still dare to cherish words like gold dots?

Sang Wan was still waiting to hear the story, but at the end she just waited for these two simple sentences.

But what can she do with her cold deskmate with this personality.

This is the most she has spoken at one time.

Sang Wan was not reconciled, but she could only temporarily withdraw from Liang Bing's side and return to her desk.

Wait until later to find a way to inquire.

I kept my ears up to eavesdrop on their conversation, but in the end I didn't hear the little monster yelling indignantly and curiously.

[Xiaobaiwan, what did you say to our family Liang Bingbing? Are you speaking ill of me! 】

As for me, during the good time of evening self-study, I will stop doing business to speak ill of your pen.

Besides, Liang Bing has to believe me even if I say it.

Thinking of Liang Bing's name in her mind, Sang Wan couldn't help but looked at that person again, just glanced lightly.

The high-cold Xueba is still the same, delicate, perfect, and indifferent.

But only Sang Wan knew that there was a talking and snarky little monster hidden in this man's pen case.

But why.

Why is this pen talking?

Why is the world so big, and why is it in Liang Bing's pen case?

And why, only you can hear its voice?

Sang Wan rubbed her chin, looked away thoughtfully, and smiled softly after a while.

Really, it's getting more and more interesting.