In short, after going through a lot of hardships, Lu Lang finally sat with Yuan Xiaoyang.

In class the next day, he found that in addition to sleeping, playing with his mobile phone and dazed, he found the fourth thing to do, that is to play with Yuan Xiaoyang.

The two sat in the row by the window, Yuan Xiaoyang sat on the inside, while Lu Lang sat on the outside.

Lu Lang was bored in class and went to grab Yuan Xiaoyang's hair to play. Yuan Xiaoyang's curly hair was curved, which felt very special to the touch. Lu Lang couldn't say what it felt like, he just felt addictive. I want to touch it again and again, it's best to find the most bent and curly hair.

He touched Yuan Xiaoyang's head and then accidentally pulled down a piece of hair.

“…”

Lu Lang felt guilty and silently wanted to hide his hair.

However, Yuan Xiaoyang, who had been focusing on writing notes, seemed to be unconscious no matter how Lu Lang pulled his hair, raised his head at this moment and looked at the hair on Lu Lang's hand with a pitiful look.

Lu Lang sat upright as if he didn't see his accusation, lowered his head to play with the pulled hair, and touched the curve over and over again.

Seeing that Lu Lang was not playing anymore, Yuan Xiaoyang sighed helplessly and sat upright.

When I moved to this seat, Lu Lang was happy, but Yuan Xiaoyang had some problems.

The last class before school yesterday was self-study class. Yuan Xiaoyang was still very happy at that time; but as soon as the class started today, he found that the problem was coming.

At this time, the teacher in front of the stage was copying the blackboard, while the students in the stage were copying.

Yuan Xiaoyang tried hard to sit upright and wanted to copy, but he found that no matter how straight he sat, he could not see the blackboard.

There is no problem with the one-third of the block above the blackboard, but the middle part has been more or less blocked by the people in front, and when it reaches the bottom, it is completely impossible to see it. Only the backs of the classmates in front are seen.

Yuan Xiaoyang was anxious, but was embarrassed to say that, so he could only lower his head and write his own. From time to time, he stood up straight without believing in evil, trying to see if he could see it.

However, invisible means invisible, short means short.

Yuan Xiaoyang looked at Lu Lang beside him, feeling very aggrieved. He thought that this would happen to him if he hadn't been to sit with Lu Lang?

But Lu Lang knew nothing, and he had a lot of fun playing with that hair expressionlessly, without even noticed his troubles.

Yuan Xiaoyang silently stretched his feet to Lu Lang's feet for comparison. After seeing the gap in length, he moved back silently.

Very sad.

He was unhappy and reached out to snatch the hair Lu Lang was playing with and threw it out the window.

Lu Lang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and frowned at him.

Yuan Xiaoyang also frowned and looked back.

Yuan Xiaoyang felt that his expression was very serious, but he didn't know how to look from Lu Lang's perspective. He frowned and pouted slightly, looking like he was angry, and he felt wronged and pitiful, and he needed someone to touch him.

"What's wrong?" Lu Lang asked in a low voice.

"I..." Yuan Xiaoyang thought for a while, and finally shook his head. It was because he was short and had nothing to do with Lu Lang. It was wrong to take his anger on Lu Lang. This was not a good child's behavior.

Yuan Xiaoyang said nothing, but Lu Lang knew that the lamb must have been sad just now.

Lu Lang secretly observed Yuan Xiaoyang. After looking for a while, he found that Yuan Xiaoyang would occasionally stretch his neck and look forward, and would dodge left and right to try to dodge the classmates in front of him. He knew at a glance that he would definitely not be able to see the blackboard.

Tsk, Lu Lang was unhappy and thought to himself why didn’t you tell him about this earlier?

Yuan Xiaoyang struggled for a while, but finally gave up.

This class is an English class. The English teacher is not tall, so he often writes to the bottom of the blackboard, so he will definitely not be able to see it.

He secretly glanced at Lu Lang again, and Lu Lang was lowering his head and didn't know what he was writing.

He felt guilty that he shouldn't have thrown Lu Lang's things casually just now...

Yuan Xiaoyang blamed himself, and suddenly, Lu Lang suddenly moved his textbook towards him.

Yuan Xiaoyang didn't understand, and Lu Lang signaled him to see it himself.

When I saw that Lu Lang copied some notes in his English textbook, which were exactly what the teacher copied on the blackboard just now.

Yuan Xiaoyang couldn't believe it, but Lu Lang pointed to the textbook and asked him to copy it quickly.

Yuan Xiaoyang quickly copied it, and as he copied it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl it.

After class, Lu Lang grabbed Yuan Xiaoyang's hair and said, "Why don't you say it earlier if you can't see the blackboard?"

“…I don’t want to say it.”

"I don't want to say it, I just want to feel wronged by myself, right?"

Yuan Xiaoyang looked up at Lu Lang, and Lu Lang frowned. This time his tone was not ridicule but blame.

Lu Lang said: "If you have any questions, just say it. Don't bear it. If you don't say it, how can I help you?"

Yuan Xiaoyang nodded obediently.

Seeing that he was obedient, Lu Lang finally relaxed his expression and muttered in a low voice: "I asked you to sit here. I have to be responsible for you, do you understand?"

Yuan Xiaoyang nodded again, leaned against him with a smile, rubbing his head, looking dependent.

Lu Lang hummed twice again, especially for his trick.

Before class, Lu Lang suddenly left the classroom without saying a word. Yuan Xiaoyang thought he had gone to the bathroom or found a friend, but he had not seen him come back until the clock rang, so he couldn't help but worry.

After another two or three minutes, Lu Lang finally appeared from the door that Yuan Xiaoyang had been looking at for a long time.

Yuan Xiaoyang saw Lu Lang breathing slightly, as if he was running back, but he didn't know where he went.

Suddenly, Lu Lang reached out to him and pressed it on his face with something cold.

Yuan Xiaoyang was startled, but Lu Lang smiled and put the things in his hand on the table.

A box of milk was added on the table, and the temperature was just taken out of the refrigerator at the convenience store. Lu Lang leaned towards him and whispered in a smile: "Give it to the short-legged sheep."

After saying that, Lu Lang raised his eyebrows at him in a terrible way, then took out his textbook with a smile on his face, ready to help him copy notes.

The teachers on the stage have already started teaching. In addition to the teacher's slamming speech, the students are all listening to the class.

Except for Yuan Xiaoyang.

Yuan Xiaoyang still maintained the posture just now and looked at Lu Lang foolishly, as if Lu Lang was the only one left in the world. In his eyes, Lu Lang was naturally the only one in his eyes.

For a moment, for some reason, his heart beat a beat, and then he started to pound again.

His face became hot, but he didn't understand what was going on.

Someone's ruler fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Yuan Xiaoyang was startled and finally came to his senses. He spread out his textbooks in a hurry. However, he was holding the pen but could not concentrate for a moment. He just stared at the box of milk on the table, his mind full of Lu Lang's smile at him.

No, no... It's time to start class!

Yuan Xiaoyang shook his head, opened the ice milk and took a big sip, wanting to calm down.

After drinking iced milk, he finally got better. He picked up the pen and wrote a few words about the key points the teacher had just said. After writing for a while, he put down the pen and looked at the box of milk curiously.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t think what’s wrong with this milk before, but today I think this brand of milk is particularly sweet.

At noon, the students took a morning class and were all hungry.

Some people went straight to the cafeteria, some went home to have dinner, and some people were as used to bringing some food to themselves, just like Yuan Xiaoyang.

Lu Lang was used to leaving school at noon, so he was packing up his things. He stood up and asked Yuan Xiaoyang, "Do you want to have dinner with me?"

Yuan Xiaoyang was taking out his own lunch and shook his head and said, "I brought something to eat."

“What do you bring?”

"Mantou." Yuan Xiaoyang took out the steamed bun from his schoolbag and shook it in front of Lu Lang.

Lu Lang took the steamed bun and saw a fried egg and a little sliced ​​cucumber in it.

Lu Lang: "…"

Seeing his strange face, Yuan Xiaoyang quickly explained: "Don't worry, it won't break until noon. I've been eating it for a year in the first year of high school."

Lu Lang raised his hand and was about to throw it outside.

Yuan Xiaoyang hurriedly grabbed his hand and said anxiously: "Don't throw it away! Nothing can be thrown away, but you can't throw it away!"

"Eat?" Lu Lang looked back at him, "You just eat this? No wonder you can't grow tall!"

"But……"

"No, but!" Lu Lang was really going to throw the steamed bun, but Yuan Xiaoyang said he couldn't throw it away, so he had to hold it back. Finally, thinking about it, he simply took a bite of the steamed bun, "It's my part."

"ah?"

Yuan Xiaoyang didn't understand, and Lu Lang was too lazy to explain anymore. He took his hand and walked out of the classroom, saying, "You and I have no need to discuss it."

Yuan Xiaoyang had no time to get anything, so he pulled and mopped the floor and was pulled out of the school and stuffed it into the car.

Several students who witnessed everything but didn't know what happened looked horrified. They just watched the school tyrant in their class snatch the student's lunch. After the snatch, they forced the person to go where they were.

Too scary.

Twenty minutes later, Yuan Xiaoyang sat at the Lu family's dining table, full of food.

"You will be miserable if you can't finish eating." Lu Lang was eating by himself while supervising Yuan Xiaoyang.

Yuan Xiaoyang was filled with a large bowl of rice by Aunt Chen, and Lu Lang picked up a bunch of vegetables. His cheeks were bulging and he could no longer speak.
To be continued...