Yang Jingxing was still smiling happily: "You can't hit me now, I don't care anymore." After saying that, he took the girl's left hand.

He Peiyuan tried to swing her arms, but her voice was much softer: "Stop, Song... don't say it here."

These two people were so brave. They were holding hands on the fourth floor, but they didn't meet anyone.

Classroom 402 was indeed clean and empty, but there seemed to be a lot to see. Two people stood at the podium and observed. After watching for a while, Yang Jingxing let go of the girl's hand and closed the door. He Peiyuan frowned.

For a moment but didn't say anything.

Yang Jingxing didn't have any bad intentions: "Any suggestions?"

He Peiyuan had no clue: "How do I know...I haven't been here a few times at all. If you ask Yu Xinting and Lao Qi, they have many memories."

Yang Jingxing still smiled, and then he hugged the girl: "I don't have enough memories, let's make up for it." He also adjusted his hug to be tighter.

It was time for the lamb to be slaughtered again, and He Peiyuan panicked again: "No..."

Yang Jingxing moved his mouth.

He Peiyuan struggled a little: "No...I haven't forgiven you yet...Others have seen it..." Her voice was quite low for fear of being heard.

Yang Jingxing paused: "Okay, because of my mistake yesterday, I will punish myself by not kissing Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan didn't seem to be very satisfied with this level of self-punishment, and her eyes were darting.

Yang Jingxing asked: "Are you sincere?"

He Peiyuan said disdainfully: "Ghost's sincerity."

"Aren't you sincere? Forget it." Yang Jingxing moved closer to the girl's mouth.

He Peiyuan felt so wronged, and there was even hatred in her eyes directed at the rogue, but she still couldn't help it: "...Yes."

Yang Jingxing turned his head, brushed past the girl's ear, and hugged her without permission.

He Peiyuan still avoided being petty and did not resist the rogue's hug, but she did not cooperate very much. She did not take the initiative to put her chin or head on the rogue's shoulder, only leaning on it slightly.

After hugging each other for a while, Yang Jingxing pushed further: "Yuanyuan, let's make peace."

Perhaps after careful consideration, He Peiyuan said calmly: "You are not anyone like me..."

What Yang Jingxing meant was: "Let's reconcile and become good friends, okay?"

After a few seconds, He Peiyuan nodded slightly, and the rogue could definitely feel it.

Yang Jingxing behaved like a gentleman today. He let go of the hug and gently held his good friend's shoulders, looking at him and smiling.

After looking at each other for a while, He Peiyuan shook her shoulders: "I don't have such a good friend...did you lie to me?"

Yang Jingxing immediately proved himself: "My good friend, please give me a reference, how to do it well?"

The two of them were really into the drama, especially He Peiyuan, who was very loyal and began to brainstorm for her good friend's classroom plan. She felt that Yang Jingxing didn't need to make it as culturally rich as other professors. It was better to keep it simple and leave more space.

Come space.

Yang Jingxing was also sensitive: "I know, I am uneducated."

He Peiyuan explained comfortingly: "It's not culture, you have to have your own differences and what suits your temperament..."

Yang Jingxing holds a grudge: "My temperament has greatly disappointed my good friends."

He Peiyuan even stamped her feet: "I don't want to hear that I'm leaving!"

Yang Jingxing quickly begged for mercy...

The two of them stayed upstairs for less than half an hour before going down to return the keys. Once outside, He Peiyuan also began to show off her memory: "Good friend, you said you weren't going to work in the morning?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes, my good friend."

He Peiyuan didn't even smile, she was quite serious: "Then what are you going to do?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I planned to bring you here in the morning..."

He Peiyuan poked her finger: "I knew it, you had already planned it!"

Yang Jingxing sighed: "We cannot ignore it. Nothing can be accomplished without a plan."

He Peiyuan looked at her good friend seriously: "...What about lunch?"

Yang Jingxing chuckled: "You care so much about your good friends?"

He Peiyuan stamped her feet and suddenly quickened her pace, rushing forward in small steps, regardless of her status and temperament.

Director Yang hurriedly caught up and took his good friend's arm: "Let's talk about the lunch tomorrow."
Chapter completed!