Do not provoke

There was an eerie silence in the room, a group of people looked at each other awkwardly, but none of them dared to give orders to the two of them, so they winked and signaled to He Miao.

He Miao whistled, his eyes fluttered, and he waved his hands cautiously to everyone.

These two days Tang Xingbei was in a bad mood, even he didn't dare to go forward to provoke him.

Fang Lin was affected by the center of his line of sight, raised his eyes irritably, and closed the book coldly under the attention of all the people, with a click.

He stood up and stretched his hand over Tang Xingbei's head, and pulled down the curtain with a swish.

Tang Xingbei was so startled by his action that he quickly raised his head, took off his earphones after a pause, and frowned, "What are you doing?!"

Fang Lin had already sat back in his seat, lowered his head and continued to flip through his book, with a very indifferent tone: "Pull the curtains."

A group of people swallowed silently: "..."

Sure enough, he is also a person who is not easy to mess with.

Tang Xingbei raised his head and glanced at the dark eyes of the class, quickly understood what happened, and turned his face to stare at Fang Lin.

There was endless anger in his eyes.

Fang Lin knew very well that the source of his anger was still the fact that he stopped him from beating Huang Mao yesterday, so he stared back at him coldly, mockingly.

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

Squad leader Yu Zhao saw something was wrong, and quickly explained: "Well, Tang Xingbei, Fang Lin saw that it was inconvenient for you, so he helped draw the curtains."

He Miao nodded desperately beside her.

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound, stared at Fang Lin for the last time, lowered his eyes again, and continued watching his movie with headphones on.

Yu Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, wiped off his sweat, turned his head and continued to ask: "Which group is it the turn to watch the wind this time?"

Someone responded: "No. 20 four groups!"

After the words fell, the room fell silent again.

Fang Lin frowned consciously and raised his head. Sure enough, he met a bunch of complicated gazes. He narrowed his eyes: "Me?"

"To be precise," He Miao boldly pointed at the person next to him, and hesitated, "It's you."

Seeing Fang Lin's suddenly freezing eyes, he immediately retracted his hand in fear, but he still insisted on adding: "You and...Tang Xingbei."

Class [-] and [-] of the senior high school are at the corner of the inner floor of the teaching building. Whenever a teacher comes, he must first go through the back door.

And their so-called lookout is to send one or two people to squat at the back door of the class in case a teacher comes to make a surprise inspection.

As a result, two people moved their chairs indifferently, sitting on the left and the right by the back door to act as door gods.

In the past few minutes, no one in the room was making any noise, and everyone was quietly looking back.

It was still Yu Zhao who was enthusiastic and bold, and greeted: "Come on, let's start watching movies!"

While turning on the projector, he yelled at the two at the back door: "If you two get tired of watching, you can come and change shifts with us at any time!"

The person next to him nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, we are very helpful!"

The two door gods turned their heads in unison, with a line of words hanging on their expressionless faces: Don't bother me.

A group of people swallowed their saliva and quickly turned around ninety degrees.

"Come here to eat chicken!"

"Pesticides come here! Five rows and five rows!"

In another corner, there are girls laughing and laughing together, discussing gossip.

Now that he promised to help someone guard the back door, Tang Xingbei stopped watching movies, took off his earphones, stepped on the eaves of the door, and lowered his eyes, shaking them a little.

Beside him, Fang Lin was reading a book with his head down.

He glanced, then looked away again.

Cut it out: Put on a hammer and be a good student who loves to learn.

After the indulgence started, the whole classroom was full of excited shouts.

Tang Xingbei moved from the back door to the outside but still couldn't stop their shouts of surprise. After holding back for a while, he finally couldn't hold back. He turned his head to look at Fang Lin and frowned: "Come out."

He pointed at the eaves of the door: "Sit outside, the room is too noisy."

Fang Lin frowned, closed the book indifferently, moved forward with the chair in one hand, turned and closed the door.

The surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

Only then did Tang Xingbei feel that his mind was clear.

He put the phone back into his pocket, stood up, leaned on the railing, looked into the dark blue night for a while, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

After a while, he looked away again, and added in a low voice: "It was also yesterday."

Fang Lin flicked the pages of the book in his hands for a moment, still lowered his head, and turned a page: "Aren't you angry?"

"... Mmm." Tang Xingbei was a little embarrassed.

There is wind at night, with the temperature of midsummer, it can't blow away the heat.

Tang Xingbei ignored his hair that was blown messily by the wind, and leaned his arms loosely on the railing, turned his head to look at the Banyan Street outside the red brick wall connecting with the teaching building, and whispered abruptly: "This is an old problem of mine. "

Fang Lin raised his head and squinted at him.

Probably out of embarrassment, Tang Xingbei always only left him with a dark head, and said in a low voice, "That's all, vent your anger."

Fang Lin glanced at him, lowered his eyes and opened the book again, with no emotion in his tone: "Young master has a temper."

Tang Xingbei was silent for a while, then turned around and leaned against the railing, and gave him a subtle look: "I know you stopped me when you heard the teacher coming..."

His throat moved, and he apologized awkwardly: "Anyway, I'm sorry."

Fang Lin stared at him for a while, and finally raised his eyebrows slightly, did not answer, and continued to look down at the book.

Tang Xingbei waited proudly for a long time but couldn't wait for him to say it's okay, finally couldn't help frowning and turned his head, just about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the gaudy cover of the book in his hand, and the flamboyant words on the cover: "God Falls".

He was stunned: "Fuck? Are you fucking reading novels?"

"En." Fang Lin didn't bother to look up.

Tang Xingbei looked him up and down speechlessly, and was about to speak when he suddenly asked, "Do you want to deal with him?"

This question was asked in a non-stop manner, but Tang Xingbei immediately understood who he was talking about, quickly suppressed his expression, and frowned: "Of course."

Fang Lin didn't ask him about his plan, nor did he remind him not to go too far, he just gave an indifferent oh, lowered his head and continued to flip through the book.

Tang Xingbei felt bored, so he took out his phone again and watched a movie for a while.

But after watching it for a long time, apart from seeing that the heroine was almost killed and the hero was trying to save people, nothing else came into my mind.

So he frowned and put away his phone again, kicked his foot on the ground, stepped on the chair bar and swayed back and forth, turned his head to look at the person next to him for a while, and suddenly said, "Hey."

Fang Lin said coldly, "Call your name."

Tang Xing struggled for a long time before opening his mouth awkwardly: "...Fang Lin."

Pretty good.

Fang Lin regained his composure and raised his eyes to look at him: "What are you doing?"

Tang Xingbei kicked on the chair, swaying back and forth, looking down at the dust in the cracks of the door, pretending to be calm: "Your mother, what kind of person is she?"

Probably because he didn't expect him to ask this question bluntly, Fang Lin paused between his fingers and looked at him unexpectedly.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Tang Xingbei quickly retracted.

Fang Lin closed the book, seeming to be thinking, with a sharp side profile, and a deep voice: "I just don't know how to say it."

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei continued to hang his eyes.

The hatchback was silent again, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but the atmosphere seemed to be much more harmonious.

During the period, apart from He Miao who came over to deliver two bottles of water to talk to them, only the class teacher came up.

Fortunately, the two had good eyesight and found it in advance from a long distance away. They pushed open the door and gave a warning, but dozens of people still had no time to return to their original positions.

When Lao Zhang entered the class, he couldn't help being a little confused when he saw crowds of people gathered, and then he was fooled by them saying "we are seriously discussing the monthly exam".

He walked around the podium and still didn't find any problems, so he scratched his head and went out, preparing to go back to the teaching building and continue grading the test papers.

Passing by the back door, I was immediately attracted by the two door gods, and turned my head suspiciously: "What are you two doing sitting in the aisle?! Let alone asking questions, you don't even have a pen and paper!"

Tang Xingbei said nonsense without changing his face: "Exchange feelings."

Fang Lin glanced at him with teasing eyes.

Just as Lao Zhang was about to scold him for not talking nonsense, he suddenly remembered the relationship between the two of them, so he shut up, hesitantly said, "Go back to your seat and don't squat in the corridor to block the way!", and left with his collar in his hands, fanning the wind .

Until the last evening self-study class, a group of people reluctantly put away the mobile phone projector, and returned to their seats full of enthusiasm.

"Dinglingling——" the class bell rang.

The class was still noisy, chatting in low voices together in twos and threes.

When Lao Zhang entered the door, he was holding a thick stack of answer sheets in his hand, and raised his chin at Yu Zhao: "Squad leader, come here! Hand out the test papers."

Everyone in the class was shocked and immediately began to howl.

"Howling!" Lao Zhang stared, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Usually I ask you to review carefully and not listen, but now you will realize the embarrassment when the results come out! It's too late!"

Fang Lin didn't understand, so he frowned, and lightly tapped Tang Xingbei's wrist with a pen: "What do you mean?"

Tang Xingbei let out a groan, and wiped the table without raising his head: "It's just according to the score from high to low, and asked people to come up one by one to get the answer sheet."