let loose

Ever since the re-segmentation of classes in the third year of high school, Song Mian has not had a day of peace of mind.

Jiang Zhou ranked first in his grade at the end of last semester. His class A is located in the third room on the left turn of the corridor on the fifth floor of the complex building, which is exactly a diagonal line from class six.

However, Jiang Zhou's new deskmate is a woman with long flowing hair, which is quite beautiful.

Song Mian was surprised by this man when she went to Class A to wait for Jiang Zhou to finish his class on the first day.

Of course, it's not because of this person's cute and pitiful appearance, but because he saw his cold boyfriend who was usually cold, smiling at her with his head down!

Ouch, the two of them looked at each other, their smiles were so sweet.

In summer, the sun outside the window is so bright, but the smiles on the two faces inside the window are brighter than the fucking sun!

So Song Mian was outraged.

From that day on, as soon as get out of class was over, he would have sex and climb up five floors, lie on the window of Class A and watch adultery, sneaking around, like a little pervert.

Even if there is a 10-minute class break, half of the cost of going up and down the stairs is not hesitating, and he gnashes his teeth every time he sees it.

Not only that, during the lunch break, he chewed the rice absent-mindedly. Taking advantage of Jiang Zhou's body to cover him, he held his mobile phone to pretend to browse Weibo for a while, go shopping for a while, and then bumped Jiang Zhou's shoulder and pointed at the screen of the mobile phone. Muttering: "I heard that you must be single-minded when you are in love. If you walk too much at night, you will definitely run into ghosts. You see, this man already has a girlfriend, and he went outside to flirt with women. He finally exposed his secrets. He deserves to be punished." Slap."

Jiang Zhou stopped eating, held his chopsticks in his palm, and stared at the screen with downcast eyes. Then he found that the keyword on someone's search bar read:

What to do if your boyfriend is skittish

Jiang Zhou: ...

I haven't played for a few days, and I'm a bit in need of a beating.

"Don't look at your phone while eating." Jiang Zhou sighed, and tapped the back of Song Mian's hand lightly with chopsticks, "Also, don't pick out the cabbage."

This person's picky eater problem is getting worse.

"Oh." Song Mian sat up straight, reluctantly picked a cabbage leaf and stuffed it into her mouth, her brows furrowed instantly.

"For love, I really worked too hard."

He pursed his lips and said vaguely: "I also met Chen Shimei who has no conscience. I am so miserable."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Knowing that it is not an option to be frightened all day and all night, after several days and nights of deliberation, Song Mian finally made up her mind, opened a treasure and bought a remote control car.

A week later is the first monthly exam since entering the third year of senior high school, and the bosses of class A are all rushing to sprint before the exam.

During the lunch break on this day, when the entire classroom was immersed in the unique silence of the noon, a tank buzzing in from the door attracted the attention of many people.

This tank is not big, the size of an adult's palm, and it looks very colorful and cool. Several students in the front row smiled and leaned up to have a look. After a closer look, they found that there were small things on the small tank.

A small green square box with a note on it that read:

Those who are at the same table as Jiang Zhou will beat up whoever touches them.

Who is the recipient? It is so obvious that the brains of the schoolmasters in the room are spinning very fast, guessing that there is a high probability that it is a private item such as a love letter, so everyone covers their mouths and laughs. You look at me and I look at you, but no one really goes. Touching this "unmanned" car made it stop firmly at Jiang Zhou's feet.

Many people cast their eyes on the back row of the classroom.

Jiang Zhou's female deskmate blushed when she saw this, and took the initiative to pick up the box and open it.

Inside the box lay a small envelope with a white background, on which countless messy lines were randomly drawn with a black water-based pen.

It didn't look like a love letter, so she opened the envelope in a little surprise.

What caught my eye was a vicious little monster painted in an extremely ugly way. It was not a love letter, and there were only a few large characters written with a pen on the letter paper:

I warn you, don't let Xiao think about Jiang Zhou, your puppy love will be struck by lightning!

Female tablemate: "..."

Just these few words alone can tell the anger of the person who wrote the letter. The strokes are so heavy that a little more force can almost poke a hole in the paper.

At this time, the little tank squeaked again, and the roof slowly moved back, revealing another small pink box with a red heart-shaped note on it, which read:

Jiang Zhou received it.

Jiang Zhou bent down to pick up the box, opened it, and found two toffees inside.

Jiang Zhou stared blankly at the two chicks on the candy paper, then turned his head to look out the window, and saw Song Mian, who had come up at some point, was lying on the window, looking at him. Seeing him looking back, his eyes widened. Bend over, revealing a mouthful of neat little white teeth, the smile was brighter than the glaring sunlight outside the window.