"Xishanlan!"
When Ye Qingluo saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly became more and more serious: "Where are Jinzi and Xiaoyi!"
Xi Shanglan smiled warmly and said, "Qing Luo doesn't have to be so impatient."
He is laughing.
The smile is still as warm as the wind.
Ye Qingluo's eyes darkened slightly: "Xi Shanglan, there are no outsiders here, and there are no students from the Demon Class, so you don't have to put on an air in front of me."
Xi Shanglan smiled.
Ling Yeqing frowned.
She hated Xi Shanglan's smile like this.
I also really hate Xi Shanglan's smile.
It was the mask of this gentle gentleman.
Attracted the group of ignorant teenagers and girls from the Demon Squad.
He deceived the feelings of the students of the Demon Class.
"Ah, I thought my disguise was completely impeccable." Xi Shanglan said with a look of surprise, with a warm smile on his brows and eyes, "I've been wearing the mask for a long time, and I almost thought that I have such a personality."
"Speaking of which, as long as I use this face, this mask, I can easily play with your brothers into the applause..."
He touched his face and smiled more gently: "This face is quite useful."
Ye Qingluo's eyebrows tightened.
He didn't say it was a good thing.
He said.
Ye Qingluo had the urge to crush him!
Seems to have noticed Ye Qingluo's mood change.
Xi Shanglan's warm smile deepened: "Since Qing Luo has already seen through my disguise, and with Qing Luo's position in the hearts of those fools, they should choose... to trust you, right?"
When he said this, he said it with a strange tone, full of arrogance.
Obviously, Xi Shanglan's words were implying.
It was mocking Ye Qingluo for not being as popular as she thought she was.
It was ridicule, even if she really told the boys and girls in the Demon Squad about her doubts about him, those people might not trust her.
He was showing off his position in the hearts of the students in the Demon Class.
Even though, she is Ye Qingluo, the spiritual pillar of the Demon Squad.
Isn't Yan Xiaoyi a perfect example
Yeqing Luomeifeng was slightly cold.
His eyes were filled with hostility.
What she was angry with was not what Xi Shanglan said, that the students of Demon Class would not trust her.
It was the word "fool" in Xi Shanglan's mouth.
Seeing Ye Qingluo's face, Xi Shanglan became more and more gloomy.
On his proud eyebrows and eyes, there appeared an insolent smile that was completely incompatible with Wen Runruyu.
Yes, the next moment.
Suddenly, facing him, a slap was slapped hard on his face.
"Snapped-"
The crisp applause was extremely loud in the quiet dark passage, and echoed.
Bright red palm prints appeared on Xi Shanglan's fair cheeks.
The burning pain caused Xi Shanglan to open his mouth to yell, but it caused severe muscle pain.
"Presumptuous!" Wu Sha also reacted, and jumped in front of Xi Shanglan.
But he found that Ye Qingluo had returned to Di Moxuan's side.
It seems that it has not moved more than half a point at all.
However, the way Ye Qingluo looked at Di Moxuan pitifully while shaking her hands, exposed the fact that she just slapped Xi Shanglan across the face.
"Ah Xuan, he has such a thick skin, his hands hurt from beating him."
Di Moxuan held her little hand and stroked it gently: "I shaved his face for you."
Ye Qingluo smiled and nodded vigorously.
A crack appeared on Xi Shanglan's gentle mask.
He covered his face, the warmth in his eyes was like the wind, and he couldn't hold it anymore: "Ye Qingluo, I poked the sore spot, and became angry from embarrassment?"