Why do you have a crush on me again

Behind him, Meng Fei's eyes turned red, he punched Qu Yun in the back, and Meng Fei's groupmates also rushed over.

Qu Yun couldn't stand them bumping into each other like this, and threw himself forward, knocking down the person in front of him as well.

The other party reached out and tried to grab the edge of the desk next to it, but such a struggle was useless. The desk creaked, and they fell down anyway.

At the moment of falling, seeing that the back of the opponent's head was about to hit the ground, Qu Yun's heart was going up to his throat, and he stretched out his hand and hugged the opponent's head, with a "crack", Qu Yun's fingers were about to hurt. shed tears.

"He... seems to be overwhelming Ling Mo..." Meng Fei looked at this scene, a little dazed.

"Ling Mo? He entered the classroom?" Chen Qiao squeezed over behind Meng Fei.

Li Yuanhang grabbed Meng Fei and Chen Qiao coolly: "What are you afraid of?"

However, Ling Mo, who was protecting his head by Qu Yun, suddenly bent his knees, and pressed hard against Qu Yun's stomach. His internal organs were about to be spit out from his mouth, and Qu Yun got up coughing.

"God is blind! I'm afraid you'll hit your head! Do you have a conscience!"

Damn, now my fingers are hurting and my stomach is hurting too, it's bad luck!

"It was you who pressed on top of me."

Ling Mo's voice was still so cold, which fully reflected his inhumanity.

The "martial arts novel" that Qu Yun and Meng Fei were fighting for before lay beside Ling Mo.

"Hey, Ling Mo! Give us back our books!" Li Yuanhang said coolly.

Qu Yun remembered that Li Yuanhang was Ling Mo's cousin, but judging by his attitude, he seemed to be at odds with Ling Mo.

Ling Mo stood up, patted his school uniform, and didn't pick up the "Jianghu Enchanted Love Record" at all. He picked up the water glass that fell on the ground, and walked back to his seat.

"Drag what?" Li Yuanhang snorted, picked up the book, and threw it back to Meng Fei.

Ling Mo was sitting in his seat with his textbooks spread out on the table. He turned his face slightly, very calm.

It was a kind of calmness that ignored everything.

When the class bell rang, Meng Fei and the others returned to their seats, while Qu Yun moved his fingers.

Nima, it still hurts.

But his heart hurts even more, because he has a bad feeling - Ling Mo should be the kind of person who can't rush into his world even if he is smashed to pieces.