Do not provoke

After the flag was hoisted, the teaching director began to give a speech on the stage.

The people in the audience suddenly lost their spirits and had nothing to scratch their heads.

The two standing at the end were even more blatantly evasive, leaning against the stone pillar and chatting.

Tang Xingbei spoke first: "How tall are you?"

"184." Fang Lin's tone was cold.

...just less than three centimeters taller.

Tang Xingbei snorted and stood up silently.

"What about you?" Fang Lin asked back as expected.

Tang Xingbei said angrily, "Two meters eight."

Fang Lin smiled.

For a really cold person, when he smiles, it seems like the ice and snow are melting, the smile is only hidden in the corners of his brows and eyes, floating on the ice.

It felt almost the same as his whole person, cold and clean, with a hint of inexplicable sharpness.

Tang Xingbei couldn't help but take another look, and touched his shoulder hesitantly: "Hey."

"Ok?"

Meeting his gaze, Tang Xingbei's emotions froze inexplicably, and he didn't know where to start asking.

So he changed the subject and looked at the red rope around his neck: "You, what is it?"

Fang Lin lowered his head to look, and stretched out his hand to pull it out. Sure enough, it was a ring, silver, with an old light.

His tone was calm: "My mother's relic, the wedding ring."

Tang Xingbei was silent: "..."

But really good at asking.

Fang Lin seemed to see his embarrassment, and put the ring back calmly, and rarely thought of teasing him: "It's so sad."

"!!" Tang Xingbei fell silent again.

It's over.

He took a very careful look at Fang Lin's expression, seeing that he was indifferent, as if he was really sad, he was immediately at a loss, stammered, and comforted awkwardly: "Well, this ring is pretty..."

Fang Lin didn't speak, and lowered his eyes, as if he really touched something sad.

Tang Xingbei was stunned, and immediately became anxious.

He usually has little contact with people, and has never encountered such a situation. The only best friend, He Miao, has more water in his head than brains, and his heart is so big that he doesn't need to comfort him at all.

So, facing Fang Shi, who was poked in the sore spot by himself, he babbled in a hurry, unable to speak properly.

Tang Xingbei groaned for a long time, but still couldn't hold back a reliable word of comfort. He simply gritted his teeth and stretched out his arms to hug him, put them on his shoulders, and patted his back, comforting him in a hurry. Be careful: "...don't be sad."

Fang Lin froze.

He still lowered his eyes, with a dazed expression on his side in the shadows, feeling the gentle comfort on his shoulders, as if he really got a little sad from the clumsy comfort.

But this sadness came out of the blue, and he accepted it blankly amidst the unfamiliar heartbeat, and was about to savor it carefully when he suddenly heard an exasperated scolding voice from the loudspeaker: "Those two in the last row of class [-]! What are you doing hugging?" ! Get me up!!"

Tang Xingbei came back to his senses abruptly, let go of his hand in shame, and was about to push the person aside, but held back for some reason, leaned against Fang Lin's body stiffly, and quickly stood up straight , look away.

Only then did he realize that many people around him had noticed the movement here and were whispering excitedly.

"What are you doing in a daze! It's just you two!" The dean almost shouted, "Fang Lin Tang Xingbei! Come up for a review!"

There was a buzz of shock in the audience.

"What the hell? Don't you do a damn speech review for one or two years old?"

"Ha ha ha ha, long time see you."

"The two of them seem to have a good relationship. They hugged each other in front of so many people. Who said they had a fight in class before?"

"It's so close to me, so handsome!!"

"Stand for 1 minute purple love..."

All the way from the last row to the flag-raising platform, the sound of discussions mixed with excitement was very obvious.

When passing by He Miao, the girl nodded thoughtfully with a stupid look on her face, and said very kindly: "You two... are quite interesting."

Tang Xingbei couldn't help but kicked him.

If he hadn't been exceptionally good at disguising himself on weekdays, he would have burrowed into the ground in embarrassment and anger by now.

Even so, the tips of his ears were faintly red.

Fang Lin didn't respond, and even turned his face to remind him to be careful of the steps.

He acted so calmly, Tang Xingbei couldn't help but began to wonder if his previous sadness was fake, he snorted coldly, knocked his shoulder away, and went up to the flag-raising platform first.

The dean glared at the two of them, then pulled the microphone, coughed heavily, and stopped the discussion in the audience: "Recently, during the period of rectifying the strict school spirit and promoting a positive study style, our school caught two late-comers. Wall staff! Needless to say, everyone should know who it is when they look at the stage!"

Having said that, he deliberately paused for a moment, looked around the audience, and waited until the sudden noisy discussion stopped before continuing: "In order to let the two people realize their mistakes, the school decided to punish them with a self-criticism, and to clean them up." A week in the playground as punishment. Any comments?"

"No—yes—" the audience responded one after another.

"Very good." The dean nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the two casually walking beside him, and immediately stared angrily, "What are you doing in a daze, come up here for a review!"

He stretched out his hand to Fang Lin: "You go first!"

Fang Lin walked forward with no expression on his face, pulled up the microphone with one hand, and let out a low hello.

The voice was cold and deep, and through the subtle electric sound, Tang Xingbei's throat moved slightly, and he glanced at him quickly.

The people in the audience were also excited.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

"it is good!!!"

"God of learning!!!"

The dean was furious, grabbed the microphone and slapped the table: "What's it called! This is a review, not an award-winning manuscript! Shut up!"

After shouting and waiting for the audience to calm down, he frowned and turned the microphone away in Fang Lin's direction: "Hurry up!"

Fang Lin indifferently re-adjusted the height of the microphone, then unhurriedly took out the review book, spread it out on the table, glanced at it casually, pushed it again, and spoke in a cold voice:

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Fang Lin from Class [-], Grade [-]. Since the teaching director has already introduced the mistakes I made before, I won't waste everyone's time repeating too much..."

Pairs of bright eyes under the stage were staring up, while they were whispering excitedly in whispers:

"Hahaha grass is really a review!"

"Oh my god! Xueba will be late and climb over the wall, awesome."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, do any sisters bring mobile phones! So handsome!"

……

"This is the end of my review, thank you for listening."

After finishing the last sentence, Fang Lin simply nodded, accepted the manuscript, turned around and left.

There was thunderous applause from the audience:

"it is good!!"

"Fang Lin!!!"

"Student bully is awesome!"

During the period from coming on stage to stepping down, Fang Lin had a cold face the whole time, his cadence was neat and tidy, as calm and composed as if he was participating in a talent defense.

The dean was angry and couldn't grasp the reason, and couldn't help showing a hint of appreciation. He struggled for a while, and finally let out a heavy snort.

Then there was Tang Xingbei.

Based on the prestige accumulated in the past two years, although there was endless applause when he came to the stage, no one dared to make loud noises. There were only a few faintly excited "Male God!!" and "Ahhhhh!!"

The dean stared and slapped the table wildly, and then it stopped.

Tang Xingbei didn't care. His ears were still filled with the misty, cold voice just now. It was cold and supple, just like himself.

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled the short hug just now, and the warm skin when they touched each other, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Tang Xingbei!" Seeing that he was in a daze for some reason, the dean was so angry that he began to urge him.

Only then did Tang Xingbei come back to his senses, frowned, and walked towards the podium.

The moment they passed by Fang Lin, the two of them looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes for a second as if by coincidence... But it seemed like there was nothing.

He hurriedly lowered his eyes, walked to the front of the stage, and stood still.