serious about love

Because of Yang Cong's voice, everyone around looked at Yan Hao, but it was just a conditioned reflex and didn't take it seriously.

Everyone thought it was Yang Cong who was playing tricks and talking about the banquet.

How can a boy write another boy's name on the test paper? If the banquet is a girl, they will boo.

The teacher scolded Yang Cong without thinking about it, thinking it was a student's prank.

Yang Cong wrote a note asking how the banquet was going.

Yan Hao's hand holding the pen was stiff and cold, his head was lowered, and his bangs were hung down to cover his eyes, making it impossible to see his emotions.

Jiang Muxing didn't look back, he wasn't even curious, it didn't matter at all.

Yan Hao frowned tightly, a layer of gray was cast on his face.

Seeing his uncertain appearance, Yang Cong felt a little frightened for some reason, and slapped himself regretfully, you are the only one with a mouth!

After class, Yang Cong watched the banquet for a long time, cleared his throat and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, brother, I saw you write Jiang Muxing's name, and I almost peed in fright."

Yanhao sneered: "It's not you who are babbling in my ear."

"My fault my fault."

Yang Cong shrank his neck and said with a playful smile, "But to be honest, Jiang Muxing's three characters are so beautiful when you write them casually. They don't look like your straw characters at all. If you were a woman, I would think you were Have a crush on the squad leader, secretly practiced his name."

The eraser in Yan Hao's hand fell to the ground, he raked his hair a few times, and kicked Yang Cong's calf: "Get lost."

Yang Cong covered his legs and looked confused: "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Yan Hao said nothing.

Yang Cong was still pushing, but his girlfriend called. His attention was diverted, and he ran out of the classroom after saying "I'll get out of here first".

Yan Hao picked up the eraser, and just after blowing off the dust on it, he received a text message from Jiang Muxing.

- How about a good dinner?

After a long time, Yan Hao deleted, deleted, and revised, and replied two words.

-it's me.

Jiang Muxing sent a message not long after.

- why don't you text me back?

Yanhao took longer to reply this time, and it took a full 5 minutes before sending the text message.

- I was writing papers during class, and I plan to return yours after class.

Yanhao then sent another text message to Jiang Muxing.

-Squad leader, I will rely on you to cover my mathematics from now on.

Jiang Muxing did not reply to any text messages.

Yan Haoshuang put his head against the desk like an eggplant beaten by Yan Haoshuang, and Jiang Muxing didn't ask about the in-class test.

Really don't care.

Yan Hao was very depressed, but thinking that he had agreed to make up lessons, his mood became better again.

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The matter of making up lessons has been decided, and the specific time and other matters will be put on the agenda.

Jiang Muxing let Yan make a decision.