shut up you bitch

that matter.

Kazuki naturally understands what the natural volume refers to.

On the night of the art festival, this person heard something extraordinary outside the teacher's office, and under his persuasion, he has been holding back until now.

"I don't know." Zuo Jiashu lowered his eyes, thought for a moment before slowly saying, "It's still the same, don't say it yet."

Because he didn't know what to do, the only thing he could do was to suppress the limelight and avoid all gossip before the dust settled.

And he did this...he just didn't want to put Jiang Ye in a disadvantageous situation again.

The guy surnamed Fu must have distorted many facts in order to expel Jiang Ye from No. [-] Middle School. If those unfounded things were heard by the students...

Kazuki sighed.

He didn't dare to bet, the price was too high.

Although the students' attitude towards Jiang Ye has changed, it doesn't mean that after hearing the deliberately distorted facts... they will still choose to trust this person unconditionally.

"Brother Jia..." Naturally, the lips twitched, and after a long time of deliberation, he just said dryly, "Don't worry, I won't say anything. And... I choose to believe in Jiang Ye, even if I still I don't know him well enough, but I won't easily believe in things that don't have a solid hammer."

His speech was really simple, without any exaggerated embellishments, but it made Tsukasa look at him differently: "Natural volume, you..."

As a result, the person's next sentence drifted away: "So remember to invite me when you two get married, after all, you are the only classmate."

"Fuck!" Zuo Jia immediately jumped up, covered Zizuan's mouth, and sealed him, "Shut up, this is also a secret!"

The natural volume struggled and could only make a whining sound of protest.

In fact, he really wanted to say that even if he and the class monitor were the only ones who ran into each other about the two of them, but... the other students are not blind, their ambiguous relationship is really... Whoever sees who Know.

It's just that everyone doesn't bring it to the stage to say it.

"Please sit down." Xu Zeming pulled out a chair and gestured to Jiang Ye, "It's just the two of us now, I'll get you a glass of water."

Jiang Ye glanced at his back, then looked down slightly, and landed on the tablet placed on the desk.

The black screen reflected his vague silhouette, shaky and unclear.

Jiang Ye withdrew his gaze and leaned back on the chair.

He looked up at the ceiling.

The current is too large, and the incandescent lamp is a little overwhelmed, making a hissing protest sound.

It's annoying like the buzzing of flies.

"Here, Jiang Ye, this is water." Xu Zeming also sat down slowly after handing him the paper cup.

Jiang Ye lifted his eyelids slightly, observing Xu Zeming's movements from the corner of his eye.

Probably, the next step is to open that dull thing and let him admit some so-called truth.

Jiang Ye could roughly guess what was stored inside.

After all, on the night when the art festival ended, Fu Minglang had no reason to wander around the teaching area. If he did come, it could only mean one thing...he wanted to mess with a moth.

I saw Xu Zeming lightly covering the tablet with both hands, and said softly, "Jiang Ye, actually..."

Jiang Ye's fingers tightened slightly, and the paper cup almost deformed in his palm.He stared at the dark screen, waiting for Xu Zeming to light it up.

however……

not at all.

After Xu Zeming picked up the tablet, he threw it in the drawer.

Jiang Ye was slightly taken aback.

"I'm sorry, it was left by a guest." Xu Zeming smiled, "Jiang Ye, I came here to talk to you. You see that your progress is so obvious this time, does it mean...you have no reason to waste yourself? ?”