Do not provoke

The final exams of the attached high school have never used the provincial test papers. The subject groups of each subject set their own questions, and the invigilation is also very strict, so they go directly to the college entrance examination.

Due to the particularity of this year's impact on a civilized campus, sports will come first in the final exam.

For Tang Xingbei and Fang Lin's tennis, the test requirement is to hit ten consecutive forehand and backhand each.

Not surprisingly, both of them got full marks, which stood out amidst the crowd's howls of [-] or [-] points.

The day after the physical examination is the final exam.In the evening self-study the day before, the school leaders gathered the teachers to hold a pre-examination meeting, and left the students in each class to review independently.

In this bright moment before the exam, most people are honestly working hard to sharpen their knives and feet, and they don’t engage in any late self-study carnival. Only a very small number of swingers are "breaking the cans and smashing".

Tang Xingbei was obviously Lang's one.

After reopening Defeat for the third time and being stuck under the underage time limit, he finally became irritable, put aside his phone, and took out a test paper and pulled out a pen.

Fang Lin propped his temples and did not speak, only laughed in a low voice.

"What a joke!" Tang Xingbei got angry and kicked him across the table.

Yu Zhao, the squad leader on duty, coughed on the podium.

Fang Lin glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and turned his pen, lowered his voice and got closer: "Would you like to vent your anger if you lose?"

"..." Tang Xingbei became angry from embarrassment, and went to check his phone.

"Ahem!!" The people on the podium continued to cough.

Fang Lin didn't struggle and let him toss, he lowered his head and smiled while doing calculations.

Tang Xingbei searched for a long time but couldn't find it, finally he was discouraged, frowned and cursed in a low voice, leaned back on the table and looked at him sideways, and lowered his voice: "Where's your phone?!"

"It's the right pocket." Fang Lin twirled the pen with his fingertips, and smiled at him while writing out the formula, "I can't find it after a long time."

Tang Xingbei frowned and threatened him: "If you don't shut up, I will report you for playing with your phone later."

Fang Lin lowered his eyes and laughed until his hair was shaking.

Tang Xingbei held back his breath, passed over his shoulder, and reached for the phone.

The smell of lemon mint that suddenly approached stopped the smile on Fang Lin's lips, and he slowly straightened his shoulders.

The classrooms in the attached middle school are not big, and they are arranged in two rows side by side to form a large group, and the distance between them is neither too far nor too close.

But now it was time for self-study in class, and the monitor on the podium was still sitting to maintain discipline, so Tang Xingbei didn't leave his seat, and leaned over to touch his phone.

The smile in Fang Lin's eyes had faded completely, and he lowered his eyes, staring at the tip of the pen.

Tang Xingbei had already leaned over half of his body, one hand pressed against his waist with strength, and the other nimbly reached into his pocket.

Behind him was the cold air swept by the air conditioner, through the thin summer school uniform, the temperature from his fingertips rubbing against his waist was a little hot, and it exploded from the point of contact, spreading rapidly.

Fang Lin's eyelashes twitched slightly, his knuckles clenched the pen holder, and he fixed his eyes on the line of small characters on the test paper, with cold and angry fire in his eyes.

Reaching out to push the person away, he took out the phone and threw it to him.

He had gone through such a simple movement ten thousand times in his mind, but he didn't know why he was lazy, and he never moved, allowing Tang Xingbei to grit his teeth and curse in a low voice, touching him close to him.

The lemon mint-scented hair brushed back and forth on his neck and chin, feeling a little fluffy and itchy.

Fang Lin closed his eyes.

Tang Xingbei finally grabbed the phone, put his hand on his leg and straightened up, turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Fang Lin: "You..."

In the next second, Fang Lin threw away the pen and stood up suddenly, the chair was knocked backwards!With a sound, without even looking at him, he turned around and walked out the door.

Tang Xingbei was stunned while holding the phone: "?"

The people in the class also noticed the movement here, turned their heads one after another, and Yu Zhao coughed back heartbreakingly while covering his mouth.

Seeing the figure hastily disappearing through the back door, Tang Xingbei wanted to chase him out for no reason.

But thinking about it carefully, it would be like a second-best if you really chased him out, so he held back and didn't move, lying on the seat, frowning and flicking his phone back and forth.

About ten minutes later, Fang Lin came in through the back door.

Tang Xingbei's emotions were unclear why he suddenly raised his head again, raised his head, and kicked his chair: "Why did you go?"

Fang Lin's hair was wet with water, and his eyelashes were cold and damp. Without looking at him, he pulled the chair aside with one hand and walked to the corridor: "I'm sleepy."

His tone was low and cold, with the thorns familiar from the first acquaintance, Tang Xingbei froze for a moment: "...Oh."

After saying this, Fang Lin didn't pay any attention to him, and didn't even look at him again.

This weird atmosphere lasted until the evening self-study and school. When He Miao turned to Tang Xingbei to ask questions, Fang Lin suddenly stood up, picked up his schoolbag, and said coldly: "I'm going first."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left directly.

Tang Xingbei squeezed the pen holder tightly, frowned and stared at his back for a while.

He Miao poked her head inexplicably: "Hey? What happened to Brother Lin? Did you two quarrel?"

He waited for a long time but did not get Tang Xingbei's reply, so he turned to look at him, then he was taken aback for a moment, and retreated cowardly: "..."

Tang Xingbei lowered his eyes, scratched the formula on the paper with the pen tip, and said coldly: "Continue."

He Miao: "...Good boss."

After arriving home, when Tang Xingbei changed his shoes, he glanced at the living room from the corner of his eye.

no one.

He let out a breath, kicked the changed shoes to the corner, stood with one hand on the refrigerator door for a long time, then hurriedly dug out a bag of sandwiches, picked up his schoolbag and turned to go upstairs.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut.

Fang Lin paused at the tip of his pen, put it down, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the ceiling.

The light from the circular chandelier was dazzling, and there was soreness extending from the corners of his eyes.

Fang Lin closed his eyes, took a breath in the gorgeous chaos under his eyelids, opened them again, sat up straight calmly, and picked up his pen again.

Tang Xingbei took a bite of the sandwich, frowned, and wrote with his right hand.

There was a wind blowing from the window, and he couldn't help lifting a corner of the test paper. He pressed it down irritably, "Snap!", and the movement startled himself.

The pen held between his fingers drew a long line on the corner of the test paper, leaving a messy ink mark and even tearing the paper.

He stared down for a moment.

what am i mad about

Looking at the pen mark, he frowned and thought.