Yin Jing's face was a little burning, and she lowered her eyelashes.

He said in a depressing manner: "Why are you here?"

Chen Shu threw a mint candy into his mouth, looked at her for a while, and said casually: "Come on class."

She was a little angry and didn't know what he was going to do.

"What class do you want to take? Your grades are so good."

"If you have good grades, you can't go to class?" he asked back.

An Jing glared at him.

Chen Shu curled his lips and felt itchy when he was staring. He leaned close to her and laughed softly: "You are so domineering, don't you allow me to come?"

An Jing glared at him again.

It was obviously not the case, so why did he always misinterpret her words?

The teacher on stage has already started to talk about the topic.

An Jing didn't plan to annoy him, so she listened carefully for a while.

The people around him didn't bother her. He was just lazy and listened bored for a while and started playing with his phone.

An Jing's forehead felt a little sweaty. She lifted the hair on her cheeks and reached behind her ears, but she couldn't help but speak: "Have you paid the money?"

"Yeah, I've handed it over." He nodded lightly.

"All?" An Jing turned to look at him, a little unbelievable.

"Yeah, all."

"You're crazy."

The money for this cram school is calculated for six consecutive days. Even after the last day, you have to pay the previous day to insert it.

Chen Shu put away his cell phone, shrugged his shoulders, and signaled that it didn't matter.

Quiet and speechless.

But she was obviously spending his own money, but she was very angry. For some reason, she ignored her and lowered her head and wrote the questions left by the teacher.

Halfway through the quiet writing, the person next to him suddenly said lazily, and then pointed at the question she wrote with slender fingers.

"Oh, I wrote it wrong, this one."

She paused, ignored him, and continued to write.

Chen Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at her with his head.

The quiet and small side face was white, his lips were tightly pursed, and his fine eyelashes drooped, making a shadow, just not looking at him, as if he was angry with someone.

Chen Shu smiled, supported his chin with one hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Are you angry, huh?"

Yin Jing's eyelashes trembled and she didn't say anything.

She focused on the formula.

The next second, the heat in my ears gradually approached, and the clean and cool mint smell filled the quiet surroundings.

"Don't be angry, I'll listen to you next time, you can do whatever you want me to do."

He pressed against the corner of his mouth, and the lowered voice was filled with a smile.

Slowly pause and glance at him, "You will do whatever I say?"

Chen Shu raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Don't look at me if you correct your body and write questions."

"oh."

Chen Shu replied and plucked his hair boredly.

Wen Jing continued to write, and the person next to her elbows arched her.

"Borrow a pen."

An Jing frowned. This person doesn’t even bring a pen to class?

She didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, she lay down and shrank herself up.

A girl at the front desk observed them for a long time.

Seeing that the statement had no pen, he hurriedly took out a pen from his pencil case and handed it to him with a smirk, "Classmate, I have a pen here, I'll give it to you."

Chen Shu didn't look at her, his eyebrows were a little cold.

He neither took her pen nor talked to her, but just leaned against the back of the chair and looked at Wen Jing lightly.

The girl's atmosphere was a little stiff by him, and her hands were still in the air, her face was cold and hot.

Quiet breathed a sigh of relief.

She got up, took out a pen from her pencil case, handed it to him, and smiled apologetically at the girl at the front table, and said softly: "I'm sorry, he doesn't need it."

The girl's eyes turned around on them, snorted, and turned around.

The statement took the pen slowly and wrote the answer on the paper.

He looked serious, but he was also casual, and he turned his pen from time to time. The topic in his hand was just a piece of cake for him. In a short while, he finished the whole process.

He put the pen and gave her the draft paper, "Here, I have written down the idea of ​​this topic, you can see."

An Jing looked at him with a complicated expression and slowly took the draft paper with her hand. The answer he wrote was the one she had wrong in front of her.

Said, bored, looked at the phone for a while,

From a quiet perspective, you can see his high nose bridge, distinct chin, his neck is fair, and he is a little lazy.

An Jing said in a daze: "Actually, you don't need to do this."

Her voice was very light and almost inaudible.

Chen Shu lowered his eyes and played with his cell phone in his hand, not knowing whether he had heard it.

After a while, he said indifferently: "Well, it's nothing, you don't have to care."

I quietly pursed my lips and didn't know what to do, so I could only sigh and continue to write the questions. The teacher talked about the questions before, and the students occasionally discussed them.

At this time, a low voice came from my ears, a little heavy and a little slow.

"I'm just afraid that you will be alone."

After he finished speaking casually, he continued to play with his phone.

An Jing stared at the title in a daze, but she didn't start writing for a while.

I don't know why I feel a little sore and a little numb.

After the two-hour class, the statement will still be given to her.

Neither of them talked a lot. When they arrived at the subway station, An Jing waved at him and went in.

During this period, there were many empty seats in the subway, so she chose a seat that was leaning aside and then took out her phone from her bag to turn on the phone.

The strange numbers are still on the phone.

She looked at her in a daze for a while, twisted her emotions, tapped her fingers, and said two words on the note.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but a text message came in an instant.

【Just forget to say goodbye to you.】

Just as An Jing was about to call him goodbye, another text message was sent.

【Little fairy, see you later.】

An Jing frowned and hurriedly typed.

【Don't call me a fairy.】

【Clown Girl?】

【No.】

【Little Witch?】

【roll.】
Chapter completed!