Yang Meng was stunned for a long time, his eyes full of disbelief.
"You are lying, you are not talking at all!"
"You and him are not like a couple at all, I am not blind, I can still observe."
"Yes, you know that this is a scene, and you really spread the grievances that you can't get on me, approaching me and helping me with kindness, did you deliberately hold my hand on the podium, did you violate discipline in class? Tuming."
She looked at Yang Meng's eyes, her white face was a little cold:
"I am not a soft persimmon, you remember."
The implication-leave him alone, mess with me again.
Zhou Yu watched the whole process from beginning to end on the side of the corridor, from the time he and Gu Qi went to buy breakfast.
With him as the center, there are gradually more people on both sides, and some people are getting worse.
He was holding a piece of toast in his hand, taking a few bites from time to time, leaning against the railing with his back, holding a bottle of milk in one hand, basking in Chenhui, standing there with faint brows, pierced in the crowd. .
When Yin Zhu walked out, the two of them just looked at each other, and the surrounding whispered more.
He didn't care, raised his hand and held the milk in front of her, "Drink it?"
She didn't take it, "Don't drink."
Hearing that, he threw the milk to Gu Qi aside. After Gu Qi got it, he took out the straw and drank it after seeing them.
Zhou Yu: "The first time I heard you say so much, I thought you were thirsty."
Yin Zhu pushed the broken hair down to her ears, and the morning sun shone lightly on her ear sticks.
"It's not so delicate, and that's not enough."
He took a bite of the toast, chewed it carefully, and glanced behind her.
She was dazzled by the sun, raising her hand to cover her eyes.
"Zhou Yu, do me a favor."
"it is good."
"You wait for Yang Meng to change it, tell her to give it to you, and give it to my head teacher."
He looked back at her, "Yes."
With a word of thank you left, Yin Zhu put down his hand, turned and disappeared from everyone's sight.
After he finished eating the toast, he threw the wrapping paper into the trash can, walked in with his foot up, and walked to Yang Meng, "Is it changed?"
Yang Meng estimated that he would never have imagined that he would appear in front of her so peacefully in his dreams. He remembered the words he said to her with cold eyes, and that he had no emotions and rarely took the initiative to speak to her.
Why
Yang Meng suppressed his emotions, his eyes were erratic, and the list in his hand rubbed her with little force, "Okay, can you help her get it?"
He nodded.
"Zhou Yu, can I ask you a question?"
"ask."
"I know you are not talking, but why didn't you continue to act in front of me suddenly?"
You acted in front of me, at least proved that there is still a little attention on me, now, even the energy to act in front of me is gone? Am I just... so out of your eyes
He took the list, "it's unnecessary."
"...No need? Why?"
"A question." He reminded her.
Yang Meng didn't let go of his hand holding the list. He glanced at her and his face was a little heavy.
"If you are dissatisfied with me, you can fill this list with my name."
"I thought the previous warning was obvious enough, but it seems that I didn't understand it enough."
His eyes gradually became impatient, deepened a little, and his tone became colder, "What do you want? Huh?"
Yang Meng was startled, "It's not like this..."
Zhou Yu pulled the list over and glanced at it.
"It's not like that, you listen to me saying that Yoon Joo really is"
"Needless to say."
Yang Meng stepped back a few steps, with a trance on his face, and after a long silence, his eyes suddenly became sharp:
"Aren't you afraid that I will tell the teacher all these things? How can you be friends with someone like her?"