Do not provoke

The height of the microphone Fang Lin used was just right, and he didn't even need to adjust it.

Tang Xingbei curled his lips invisibly, took out the review book, shook his hand, opened it, lowered his eyes, and said without emotion: "Good morning, everyone, I am Tang Xingbei from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High. Unfortunately, when I climbed over the wall, I was discovered by the teaching director, and I am hereby conducting a self-criticism. As... as..."

He paused, frowned and stared at the manuscript, and fell up and down.

I can't even understand what is written in this word.

He stared at it for a long time and couldn't understand it, so he stopped there confidently, but the audience was inexplicable, and gradually there were discussions.

Tang Xingbei frowned, simply took the manuscript and stuffed it in his pocket, took the microphone with one hand, and began to make up nonsense with a cold face: "As an excellent socialist successor, I feel deeply ashamed of overcoming the wall." And take it as a warning. For the harmonious development of society..."

Seeing that he was talking about the development of the country in the future, the dean coughed heavily and glared at him.

I almost coughed up my throat during a meeting today!The dean is going to be furious.

"Hahaha what the hell is this!"

"Why did you climb over the wall and even the eight honors and eight disgraces came out..."

"Tang Xingbei doesn't seem to be as cold as he looks, it's super cute when he makes it up seriously!!"

……

Tang Xingbei didn't seem to notice the restlessness in the audience, and he had enough time to forcefully talk about it, and then ended suddenly:

"In short, for the prosperity of our school and the prosperity of our city, I apologize to the crooked neck tree I stepped on before, and decided not to climb over the wall for now, thank you everyone."

After he finished speaking, he bowed indifferently, closed the microphone in the midst of tentative applause, turned around and swayed back to Fang Lin's side.

The other party bent his mouth towards him, with a gentle light in his brows and eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's pretty handsome."

Tang Xingbei was stunned for a moment, the subtle embarrassment of the previous moment suddenly disappeared, he wagged the peacock's tail and snorted arrogantly: "It's okay."

The flag-raising meeting is over, each class queues up to return to work, and resumes classes after a 10-minute break.

After being exposed to the midsummer sun for so long, everyone was a little sluggish, until they got the air conditioner at work, and each of them looked like a freshly watered cabbage. Their heads were raised again, and they gathered excitedly to gossip about this weird thing this morning. Review the scene.

"...I stood in the corner during the meeting. I heard that because of the two people's violation of discipline and self-criticism, this morning's speech under the red flag was temporarily changed."

"This is Tang Xingbei's second self-criticism. The last time was just the beginning of his sophomore year of high school..." The voice of the speaker suddenly dropped, and he pursed his lips and glanced quietly at the back row.

Someone hastily changed the subject and asked winkingly, "Let's not talk about the self-criticism, but what I don't understand is why they hugged each other during the meeting?"

As soon as this question was thrown, a group of people looked at each other, and turned their heads to look back tacitly and subtly.

The two ice cubes happened to lower their heads and said something, the one on the left even had his eyes bent, and the two of them were very close to each other, looking very harmonious.

...It seems to have discovered some terrible secret.

Someone gulped.

"Brother Bei! Brother Bei, you two are on fire again hahahaha!" He Miao turned around recklessly, and excitedly handed over a mobile phone to signal them to come over and watch, "The school posted your CP! Fang Tangha Ha ha!"

Tang Xingbei quickly pursed the corners of his lips and raised his head: "What is C?"

"CP!" He Miao continued to repeat excitedly, "It's the pair of two..."

"I fucking know CP!" Tang Xingbei interrupted him, frowning, and threw the pen, "Who am I with?"

He Miao hesitated, and pointed at Fang Lin next to him: "...he."

He Miao's deskmate has quietly retracted his head, sighing secretly: mentally handicapped children have big hearts.

Tang Xingbei tapped his fingertips and closed the cap of the pen with a click: "What else is there?"

"...Fang Tang." He Miao began to sense something was wrong, and hid back vigilantly.

After he finished speaking, Tang Xingbei's expression seemed a little subtle, and he narrowed his eyes.

Just when He Miao panicked and thought she was going to be beaten, he suddenly turned his face to look at Fang Lin, and snorted in a strange tone: "Hello, girlfriend."

He Miao swallowed in fear.

Then, he saw the person next to him raise his eyes, thought for a moment, and said indifferently: "I think it should be a boyfriend."

He Miao almost jumped up and applauded: Boss is awesome!

There was a hint of amusement in Fang Lin's gaze.

Tang Xingbei looked at him, but in the end he just snorted coldly in disgust, said nothing, picked up the pen thrown aside, and continued to work on his own questions with his head down.

He Miao: "??"

That's it? !

Knock knock, thank you!

Probably because of the "death" friendship that they reviewed together, the atmosphere between the two seems to have eased a lot.

When Tang Xingbei went out to buy water, he even turned around and asked him if he wanted to help bring a bottle.

Fang Lin glanced at He Miao, whose mouth and eyes had turned O together, narrowed his eyes, and nodded.

After the person walked out coldly, he turned his head thoughtfully, and glanced at the ghost-like calligraphy on Tang Xingbei's desktop: ... the young master seems to be quite cute.

Before the evening self-study and school, Lao Zhang specially reminded them to remind them to clean the playground after school.

The two agreed casually.

Sanitary utensils are all in the activity room in the west corner of the playground, and they are not locked at ordinary times. Tang Xingbei went in to pick and choose for a long time, took out two sets of clean brooms, threw one to Fang Lin, and then directly closed the door and went to the rubber track .

The school gate and the playground are in two directions, and the teaching building is separated between them.

Usually, after the evening self-study and school, the students would go straight out of the school with their schoolbags on their backs, so the playground was very quiet, only the street lights were on alone.

The playground is empty, there are no buildings around it, and the cool night wind blows directly up, making it very comfortable.

The two started to work, one on the left and the other on the right.

Tang Xingbei was actually quite happy to treat this punishment as exercise, to relax his mind after staying in the classroom for too long, and with someone accompanying him to be punished, he felt a little uncontrollable joy.

He called Fang Lin across half the playground: "Hey!"

Fang Lin was too lazy to talk to him and kept silent.

Tang Xingbei thought he didn't hear it, and called out persistently, "Hey!"

Fang Lin raised his head and turned back coldly: "I don't have a name?!"

"..."

As expected, the young master was not working hard, and he was so happy to sweep the floor.

Thinking of this, Fang Lin couldn't help but sighed.

The other party seemed to be stuck by his question, and didn't make another sound for a long time.

Fang Lin didn't respond, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the rubber track, only the sound of swishing on the playground could be heard for a while.

Tang Xingbei suddenly cleared his throat, and said awkwardly, "Fang Lin?"

His voice was ear-catching, clear and sandy, with the unique greenness of teenagers, like a glass of mint water soaked in ice.

Fang Lin's hands stopped, and he hummed for a long time, but he didn't raise his head: "What are you doing?"