[Gu Wang: Picking up important things.]

Gu Wang was not interested in the boring pulling and pulling of the two.

[I followed her. The rogue academic master in the third grade got pestered her. After I drove the person away, she got angry with me and said that I was crazy and followed her. I was convinced. I was blind. This woman was heartless. It rained so heavily last night. I sent her home all the way, and I was scolded. I was almost crying at that time, and she was almost crying. What's there to cry? Shouldn't I drive away that wretched man?]

After a long passage, Gu Wang could clearly feel Song Zhiyan's anger from the lines.

[Gu Wang: Maybe, she has difficulties.]

Song Zhiyan did not reply, Gu Wang looked at him. When the boy in front of Meng Ou was playing with his deskmate, he pushed and shoved and knocked down a stack of books on Meng Ou's table. Song Zhiyan was so annoyed that he kicked the stool in front of him.

"Can you be quiet?"

The people around him were silent in an instant.

Gu Wang, "..."

He believed Song Zhiyan's evil and ignored Meng Ou's.

At noon, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

Gu Wang changed into a white shirt, and He Qinghuan went to the auditorium in advance, and the teacher asked him for something.

"I'm waiting for you there."

Gu Wang lowered his head and tied his cufflinks, "Okay."

It was only about twenty minutes before Gu Wang and Song Zhiyan passed by. Song Zhiyan looked at Meng Ou’s empty table and was depressed. Meng Ou said he wanted to change seats. The two of them didn’t say a word from morning to noon.

When she arrived at the auditorium, Song Zhiyan sighed, "Are all girls so difficult to understand? Am I wrong to protect her?"

Gu Wang didn't know what to say, he had never liked girls.

But Song Zhiyan asked Gu Wang with no vision, "Look, what do you think?"

Gu Wang pondered for a while and decided to remind Song Zhiyan, "He Qinghuan is not a girl."

"..." Song Zhiyan slapped his forehead, "Yes."

Gu Wang, "..."

At the entrance of the auditorium, Song Zhiyan was going to meet with his class. Gu Wang went to the backstage. On the way, Xiao Xiao, the literary and artistic committee member of the next class, caught up from behind, patted Gu Wang on the shoulder, and went backstage with him, while exclaiming, "Gu Wang, you look so good in a white shirt!"

Gu Wang is not familiar with Xiao Xiao, so he politely said thank you.

He Qinghuan was talking to Wenting. When he saw Gu Wang, his always cold expression was a little loosened. He waved to Gu Wang, "Come here."

Gu Wang walked towards He Qinghuan, but in the next second, he saw the softness in He Qinghuan's eyes fading, and his expression became cold and sinister.

Gu Wang stood there and looked at himself, very confused.

What's wrong? This is?

Wenting was not a vegetarian, and she felt the change in the atmosphere very sensitively. Her voice gradually became smaller and finally disappeared completely.

He Qinghuan's eyes fell on Xiao Xiao behind Gu Wang, like the cold ice in winter.

"Come here, look." He Qinghuan stretched out his hand to Gu Wang.

Gu Wang walked to him and stood still.

He Qinghuan raised his hand to help him clean his collar. Gu Wang asked softly what was wrong, but He Qinghuan did not answer.

Xiao Xiao, who was swept by He Qinghuan's gaze, had cold hands and feet.

He Qinghuan laughed and threw the manuscript in his hand on the table beside him. His eyes were low, and he looked cold and he could not see his joy or anger. However, in the next second, he raised his hand and pulled off a heart-shaped rhinestone buckle from his collar.

He threw the button to the ground. He looked at Xiao Xiao who was already frozen in place. His eyes slowly moved down to a light yellow rhinestone button that was exactly the same as the one he had pulled off the collar just now, smiling, "Don't try these little thoughts."

His slightly mocking smile and sinister eyes disappeared as they fell on Gu Wang's face. He grabbed Gu Wang's wrist, held it back, and whispered, "I have a boyfriend."

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