But, the girls also found out.
The little Xueba brother seems to raise his hand a little more today.
After writing down a test paper, at least five movements of hand shaking and shoulder pressing were done.
Is it too tired
Zhao Jianjian also noticed it. After all, as a person who fights all the time, his eyes are very poisonous: "Brother Nan, Brother Nan."
Mo Bei ignored him, after all, he was taking an exam.
It was hard to wait until the paper was handed in.
Zhao Jianjian immediately ran over and said, "Is what is said on the Internet true? Brother Nan, did you really fight with someone?"
Mo Bei paused when he drank water, and gave a faint "hmm".
"Then will you be suspended?" Zhao Jianjian was a little worried.
Mo Bei raised his hand and wiped off the water droplets on his chin: "I don't know, we'll see the club's decision then."
"But tomorrow is the provincial competition." Zhao Jianjian said: "I and the ladyboys in Class 2 have bought tickets. We want to watch it. It costs a lot of money."
Mo Bei paused. He really didn't expect that they would go to the game for her. After all, these people don't like games very much, they only like to flirt with girls.
"Brother Nan, do you have a wound on your shoulder?" Zhao Jianjian subconsciously wanted to grab Brother Nan's school uniform just like before.
It's just that he hasn't waited for his hand to touch his Brother Nan.
A lazy voice sounded over there, with a unique sound quality: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Jianjian paused. Why is this voice so familiar
Shouldn't it be!
How can it be.
There is no reason for Young Master Feng to come to No. 2 Middle School. After all, he is an old man from No. 1 Middle School...
Zhao Jianjian hasn't finished thinking about that big character.
I heard screams one after another, coming from far and near.
It seems that he didn't think too much.
Young Master Feng is really here.
Before Zhao Jianjian raised his eyes, he was covered by a figure.
"Where do you put your hand?"
The voice was a little weak, as if it was still smiling, but if you listen carefully, there is no temperature inside.
Zhao Jianjian immediately took his hand back, and smiled at the visitor: "Young Master Feng, why are you free to come to our No. 2 Middle School?"
Today is not a date... Ahh! They are no longer dating.
That Feng Shaolai No. 2 Middle School? yes
"Pick you Brother Nan back to the base." Feng Nai said while looking at Mo Bei, with a black mask on his face, but it didn't affect his popularity at all.
Zhao Jianjian wanted to say, when did Brother Nan get so weak that he needed someone to pick him up
Seeing Young Master Feng raised his eyebrows at him again: "What were you doing just now?"
"Ah?" Zhao Jianjian, who was suddenly named, explained: "I think Brother Nan seems to have a shoulder pain, so I just want to see if he needs medicine."
Feng Nai glanced at him: "Tear the clothes with your hands? Look at it this way?"
Zhao Jianjian wanted to say that he would never dare to do anything again
He used to talk about it casually.
Isn't that what boys do
"I'll pay attention next time, pay attention." When Zhao Jianjian said this, seeing that Feng Shao's eyes were still cold, he immediately changed his words: "There will be no next time!"
The standard for their No. 2 middle school to deal with No. 1 middle school is to act on the basis of winks, and run away if they can't beat him. After all, he only has one Brother Nan, let alone Feng Shao, so it's safer to be cowardly than anything else!
Mo Bei was surprised that Feng Nai would come over, holding his schoolbag in one hand, his eyes were light: "Captain, don't you mind being watched when you walk in?"
If this person comes, it should cause quite a stir.
After Feng Nai approached Mo Bei, he opened his mouth: "I was watched all the way, if it wasn't because I came to pick you up, do you think I would come?"
(end of this chapter)