School bully, your character is broken

Han Ling: "Brother, brother, brother!"

Han Ling: "I, although my dream didn't come true this time, but—"

Han Ling: "Top fifty in the grade!!!!!!"

Han Ling: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm so excited!"

Tan Han: "Dear brother."

Tan Han: "You know what."

Tan Han: "Your happiness is based on the pain of others."

Tan Han: "But I still want to congratulate you, the top ten of the grade is just around the corner."

Han Ling: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Han Ling: "Could it be that you failed the exam?"

Tan Han: "It collapsed."

Han Ling: "(*σ`)σ"

Qin Han: "Second grade."

Han Ling: "..."

Han Ling: "Brother, please don't hit me."

Tan Han: "I'm being punished for copying right now, and I'm in a bad mood."

Han Ling: Oh, what's the matter, I will send you something that will make you happy. "

Han Ling threw a link over.

Tan Han clicked on it, and was shocked.

He said to Jiang Yao: "My dear, I won't accompany you to study hard tonight, you can do your best."

Jiang Yao: "What's wrong?"

Tan Han fluttered on the dormitory bed: "Oh, it's nothing, my annoying brother pestered me to tell him a bedtime story."

Jiang Yao knew it was nonsense as soon as he heard it, but he didn't expose it, so he smiled and went to do the questions again.

What Han Ling sent to Tan Han was a fanart.

Protagonists: Qin Han, Jiang Yao.

Supporting role: Han Ling, a bunch of sluts or good guys

Han Ling: "Although I don't know why I'm the only one using my real name in the supporting role, and I don't know why there is me in the supporting role, but so far, I haven't appeared."

Tan Han: "Hahahahahahahaha..."

Tan Han: "You won't be a vicious female supporting role, will you?"

Han Ling: "..."

Han Ling: "Brother, have you read too many romance novels or TV dramas, you are so stupid."

Tan Han: "Is this the way you talk to your brother?"

Han Ling: "What I said is the truth."

Han Ling: "Oh, by the way, the popularity of this article has been rising rapidly recently, but the author seems to be using a trumpet, I don't know who it is."

Han Ling: "Let's take a look first, I'll wash up and go to bed first, good night."

Tan Han: "Good night."

He clicked the link again.

It was a little girl who posted the post, her profile picture was pink and tender, and her ID was also very cute "Kitty little beauty".

Tan Han thought of Yan Yan.

Then it was quickly denied.

How can a girl who sends a love letter to her boyfriend write about the person she likes and the person the person she likes likes?

Tan Han had only read romance novels before, such as the domineering president falling in love with me, and this was the first time he had seen fan humanities.

The protagonist is still himself.

High-cold, black-bellied president Gong X arrogant and pure love

What happened next confuses Tan Han.

Could it be... like this?

His face turned red abruptly.

He glanced at Jiang Yao with some guilt, Jiang Yao was still brushing up questions, under the soft light, showing a kind of peaceful gentleness.

He silently retracted his gaze again and put it on the phone screen.

Kitty little beauty...

Really good at it.

He silently praised the little beauty in his heart.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Jiang Yao had already tidied himself up, and was about to come over to wake him up, but found that Tan Han had already woken up by himself: "Why did you wake up so early today?"

Tan Han: "Where's my phone?"

Jiang Yao: "I put it on the table for you."

Tan Han: "!"

Tan Han: "Did you read it?"

Jiang Yao was puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

Looking at his expression, Tan Han felt relieved: "I fell asleep after making up a story for my brother yesterday, did he send me anything?"

Jiang Yao: "At that time, your phone was already hacked, and there seemed to be no news."

He handed over the phone: "Do you want to see it now?"

Tan Han took the phone, and rubbed his fingertips against Jiang Yao's hand a few times: "Don't look at it, you heartless brat, you definitely didn't call me back. Maybe you fell asleep too."

"Oh, that's right," Tan Han suddenly remembered the penalty copy that he had forgotten, "I haven't finished copying the damn penalty copy yet."

Qin Han: "This is the beginning of a vicious circle."

He put on his school uniform and walked to the table: "It's okay, the big deal is to go to the corridor to enjoy a little breeze... Oh my god, has the snail girl come to me?"

Jiang Yao: "..."

Tan Han looked at the densely packed fine copy: "If I didn't know that I have a boyfriend who loves me, I would have thought it was written by me sleepwalking."

Jiang Yao: "I tried my best."

Qin Han picked up the piece of paper: "Very good, this handwriting with claws and claws, if you don't look carefully, you can't tell that it wasn't written by me. It's not me, Jiang Xiaoyao, you are good at this skill, is it true that the parent's signature is the same in the previous exam?" ..."

Tan Han realized that he had said the wrong thing: "...I'm sorry, I was too excited."

Jiang Yao smiled: "It's okay, as long as you are satisfied."

When Tan Han handed over the correction and composition to Sister Mei, he felt a little guilty.

The composition was written by myself, and I only wrote a small half of it for penalty copying.

Sister Mei didn't see it: "Your attitude needs to be improved. Go back and practice calligraphy more. You go back first and get ready for the next class."

Qin Han breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you teacher."

As soon as he reached the door of the office, he was stopped by Sister Mei again: "Wait, come here."

Tan Hanxin raised it in his throat, and then explained to himself: It's okay, at worst, he will be scolded, and by the way, he can provide one-stop service for a day trip in the corridor.

Sister Mei stuffed a handful of candy into his hand: "Go back, correct your attitude towards study."

Qin Han took it: "Thank you teacher."

Mathematics is easier to get confused. Anyway, most of the papers are written with numbers, and your Chinese writing level really doesn't matter much.

Back in the classroom, Tan Han peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into Jiang Yao's mouth: "Sister Mei is really kind, although Lao Zhao was also very good before, but... I won't talk about it, I will listen to the Chinese class carefully in the future .”

Perhaps it was because he woke up earlier than usual this morning, and Tan Han was so sleepy after finishing the first class.

Tan Han: "I'm really not suitable for listening carefully."

Time flies very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the end of the period is approaching.

During this time, Tan Han was repeatedly bombarded by teachers of various subjects except Chinese, forcing him to hand in his homework.

The reason is, if you have already handed in Chinese, why should I not hand in this subject? My subject is also very important, so it’s fine if you didn’t hand it in before. Don’t tell me that simple thing, I won’t listen, even though your grades are very good , but write more or less, this is a matter of attitude...

Tan Han didn't take these things to heart at first, and visited the office on time every day, but after a long time, he also collapsed.

"Fuck, this is the real vicious circle."