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Xu Ningjian ate the noodles slowly, whether it was because of his poor appetite or on purpose, it took a long time for the others to eat, but he only ate half of it.

Seeing the bell ringing for the end of get out of class, Billy Zhang couldn't sit still, and hinted frantically, "It's quite far from the teaching building in the past. If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the next class..."

The school ethos in Lingzhong is quite strict. Although Zhang Billy can barely be regarded as a small school bully, he doesn't need to provoke the teacher and doesn't want to.

In contrast, Qi Lin was much calmer, and glanced to the side: "Don't worry, eat slowly, I'll wait for you."

As he spoke, he got up and went to the self-service vending machine to buy a box of yogurt, opened it and handed it to Xu Ningjian, "Drink this later, it will make you feel better."

Billy Zhang: "..."

Is this person trying to mess with his mentality on purpose?

On the contrary, Xu Ningjian smiled at him and Huang Mao, and said, "If you are in a hurry, go first."

Billy Zhang really planned to run away first, but after hearing what he said, he felt embarrassed and left just like that.

Look at his posture and aura, how calm, calm, and unhurried, he doesn't take the class and the teacher seriously at all, fully showing the courage that a real big brother should have!

As expected of Jackie Chan, who wanted to admit overnight after reading it!

Billy Zhang has been brooding about it since he was beaten up, and for the first time, he feels that his father's recognition is not too wronged.

Thinking that he is considered a respectable figure in school, naturally he can't act too cowardly at this time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Billy held Huang Mao who was about to get up, and said boldly: "No, we won't leave."

"?" Huang Mao turned his head slowly, looking at him with the eyes of a fool, "I don't—"

"Shut up," Zhang Billy patted him on the head and interrupted him, with a cool and domineering expression on his face, "Isn't it just skipping class, real men are afraid of this."

This age is most afraid of being looked down upon by others, Huang Mao was really incited, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally puffed up his brave chest: "That's right, it's just skipping class, you are not afraid, and I am not afraid."

Zhang Billy showed a satisfied smile, feeling that at this moment, his road to school bully has reached a new height.

Then, Xu Ningjian looked at them strangely: "What skipped class? Our next class is music class. The teacher was uncomfortable. He told us in advance to let us study by ourselves."

Huangmao:?

Billy Zhang:? ?

At the same time, the piercing class bell rang through the campus.

Huang Mao's mentality collapsed at that time: "Zhang! Bi! Li! Our class is Jiang Biehe's class!"

During the class break, a slightly outrageous rumor quietly spread among the students in Class Three.

"Pfft, you said Zhang Billy called Xu Ningjian Dad? Are you crazy, how is this possible."

"It's the other way around, didn't Zhang Billy let Xu Ningjian look good by letting go of his words?"

"But I really saw it with my own eyes..." The squad leader was already a little confused, and he was even less confident when he was questioned by everyone.

Scratching her head and trying to prove her words, suddenly the person next to her squeezed her arms, and cast her eyes to the back of the classroom: "Cao Cao is here."

The others also frowned: "What is Billy Zhang doing here?"

"Ah, he's heading towards Ning Jian, isn't he just looking for trouble?"

Usually it's fine, but this time everyone is sensitive, and when they see him, they subconsciously feel that something is wrong.

Zhang Billy didn't know that he was being closely watched by a small group of people, and he was wondering.

Xu Ningjian just sent him a message, just two words: [Come here]

Not even a punctuation mark, and I don't know what it means.Could this person really treat him as his son, thinking that he could come and go as he pleases!

Zhang Billy cursed angrily in his heart, and then came over honestly.

Xu Ningjian and Qi Lin sat in the last row of the classroom together.

Xu Ningjian looked very bored, and was holding Qi Lin's left hand, using a pen to draw smiling faces on the pulps of his five fingers one by one.If you are not satisfied with the drawing in the middle, you can directly mark an X on it with a pen, and then continue to draw below.

After a while, none of Qi Lin's five fingers were spared, and they were all shattered to a gaudy and horrific state.

The corner of Zhang Billy's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

However, the victim himself was very calm, and just let Xu Ningjian do whatever he wanted with his left hand without frowning.

This scene can only be described in three words: get used to it.

Seeing Billy Zhang, Xu Ningjian's eyes lit up, he stopped his artistic creation, and said with a smile, "You're here."

Billy Zhang rolled his eyes at his smile, but fortunately he was determined, and immediately turned cold again, and said coolly, "What do you want from me?"

Xu Ningjian dropped Qi Lin's fingers, and took out a deck of poker from the table: "I want to play Fighting the Landlords, three missing one."

"You called me all the way here just to play cards?" Zhang Billy felt insulted, "Is there no one in your class?"

"Yes, yes," Xu Ningjian blinked, "but the students in our class are all decent people, unlike you, they seem very ignorant, and they must often play cards."

Billy Zhang: "..."

Who is being dishonest!

What's even more annoying is that he couldn't refute it!

No, he must refuse loudly this time to show his unyielding integrity!

"I do not……"

At this moment, the classmate sitting in front of Xu Ningjian suddenly raised his hand and said weakly: "Actually, I quite like Fighting the Landlords..."

"Hey, you should have said it earlier." Xu Ningjian frowned, turned his head immediately, and waved at Billy Zhang mercilessly, "Then you go, we have enough people."

When he is who!

Zhang Billy almost couldn't get out of his breath, and when the words came to his lips, he turned around and said angrily, "I won't leave!"

As he said that, he sat down and pushed the front table a little away, with unyielding written all over his face, "I'm not a decent person, I'm ignorant, hit me."

The classmate at the front desk: "..."

A group of monitors quietly watching him: "..."

What a shame!

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