what are you doing

Fang Zeyu nodded with satisfaction.

Ding An couldn't stand it any longer, and slapped Fang Zeyu on the back with a bang, like beating a drum.

"Don't scare the little girl, okay, my class monitor is still here," Ding An said as he pulled his deskmate up from the ground, "I'm sorry, we were just joking around."

Fang Zeyu staggered when he slapped him, turned his head and didn't speak, just looked at him helplessly, like a big dog who has been wronged.

Ding An turned a blind eye, reached out and patted the shoulder of the little deskmate, "Did I scare you?"

The little deskmate blushed, and quickly waved his hands and said, "No, nothing, nothing."

"What you saw and heard just now, don't shake your arms outside," Ding An blinked at them, "We just have nothing to do and play around, not as...uh, nasty as you imagined."

"Hey." The little deskmate immediately had star eyes, the monitor is so cute and cute.

"I understand, I understand, I understand everything," the Chinese class representative also patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we won't go out and talk nonsense."

Ding An nodded in satisfaction.

"However," the class representative changed the subject, and quickly glanced at the door of the class, "You were quite loud just now, not to mention the entire east corridor, at least I think you can still hear it in our class."

"Ah?" Ding An wailed, leaning against the wall and secretly leaning his head against the door glass.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his face away, he saw the fierce face of the math teacher magnified several times, which was close at hand.

The two faces were pressed against each other through a pane of glass. Ding An's slightly widened eyes met the murderous gaze of the math teacher. He let out a low growl in fright, stepped back several steps, and fell into Fang Zeyu's arms.

"Oh, fuck me." He gasped, and patted his chest in shock. The scene just now was so powerful that he couldn't calm down for a while.

"What's wrong? What did you see?" Fang Zeyu quickly hugged him, stretched out his left hand and touched his pale face, "Why are you so scared?"

"She, she," Ding An pointed at the door of the class in horror, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his hands were trembling.

The melodious bell for the end of get out of class seemed to have become the soundtrack of a Japanese horror movie, and the teaching building began to be noisy.

"She looks like a ghost!" Ding An said.

With a creak, the door opened.

Coincidentally, the math teacher stood where Ding An's fingers were, holding a water glass in one hand and resting the other hand on his chest. When he heard Ding An say the word "ghost", he typed Ji Ling, with a pale face, seemed to be quite frightened.

"Ding An!" the math teacher said, "What are you doing at night, is it scary to be haunted every day? What the hell, you are a firm materialist, you are not allowed to say this word in the future!"

... Teacher, what you said is not materialistic.

"Teacher, you are the one who is always elusive," Ding An said aggrievedly, "It scares me enough."

"Also, you are not allowed to say that word," the math teacher glared at him, and then softened his voice after a while, "Go back to the classroom in the next class and sit down for a while, and write down the words 'materialist' Stick it on the table, if you feel uncomfortable, please tell the teacher to know."

After all, An An is a good seedling, and it's not good to scare him into trouble.

What can I do, I can only wait.

The math teacher sighed and left with a glass of water.

"Hey," Ding An also sighed, and collapsed on Fang Zeyu's body, "I was scared to death. The math teacher probably didn't even know that she was scarier than a ghost."

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid," Fang Zeyu put his arms around them and rubbed his hands on his back twice, then stretched out a hand to gently tug at his hair, "Putting the hair won't scare you."

Ding An tilted his head on his shoulder. "And ears."

"Okay," Fang Zeyu chuckled, and touched his ear, "Touch his ear to scare him for a while, this time it's okay, An Anzi."

What the hell is An Anzi? Ding An still can't figure out why Fang Zeyu likes to call him nicknames so much, what kind of hobby is this.

However, Fang Zeyu's reassurance was still very effective, An Anzi chuckled twice, surprisingly did not refute Fang Zeyu.

The Chinese class representative excitedly pinched the thigh of the little deskmate, lowered his voice and shouted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What kind of baby nickname is An Anzi? It's so sweet, I'll wipe it, I got it for real!"

"It hurts, I'll wipe it off," the little deskmate was about to burst into tears, and grabbed her hand to pry her fingers away, "Sisters, can you calm down, there are so many people!"

The class representative woke up suddenly, his eyes quickly swept around.

There are quite a lot of students coming and going after class. The main entrance of the second class is the corridor entrance. Students will pass through here when they go upstairs and downstairs. The flow of people is not usually large.

Fortunately, Ding An was so frightened that he took several steps back just now. Several people were standing at the back of the class, and only the students from Class [-] and a small number of students from Class [-] passed by.

However, Ding An's yelling in the corridor was still heard by many people. At this time, three or five heads poked out from the back door, watching their movements.

Seeing this, the math class representative quickly coughed twice, and then quickly returned to the class with his deskmate.

Hearing her coughing, Ding An jumped up from Fang Zeyu's body, as if he just realized that he was at school, not at home.

"Fuck, what a fucking mess." He sharply saw Wang Ge's hairy head at the back door, and Yu Hao's neat cropped cut.

He walked over and patted his head, "Look at that, go back and study!"

Fang Zeyu hugged the air in his arms weakly, sighed and followed.

"I said An Zi." Wang Ge leaned his hands on the table to support his face, his eyes fell on Ding An's face, containing a strange excitement, "Do you want to be on par with that kid Yu Hao?"

Ding An felt chills for a while. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that Wang Ge was very weird recently, and he always looked at him with a very... weird, sticky, excited eyes.

All in all very disgusting.

"Can you get away with it?" Ding An said, "You make me feel scared."

"I have this feeling too," Yu Hao sat on the empty seat next to Fang Zeyu, and frowned, "Ge Zi has been staring at me with a particularly disgusting look recently, and Ting Ting will think that you have a crush on me and are jealous her."

"Damn it, who the hell has a crush on you, shameless!" Wang Ge said angrily.

Ever since Yu Hao and Wen Ting got together, this kid has been ignoring the brotherhood between them!

I didn't sit at the same table when I went to the cafeteria at noon, and I didn't go together after school at night. I only found out that I came to see his brother when I went to the bathroom after class.