I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!

Xia Yan analyzed calmly and thought carefully, but couldn't understand it.

How come I am like an angel?

Have you ever seen an angel who pesters you, urges you to burn incense, and causes you to jump into the river?

Although I saved your life and helped you, it is not only angels but also black capitalists who do this!

He poked Hoshino Ryuri's left hand without hesitation and resolutely denied it.

Hoshino Ryuri was a little disappointed.

"My name is Yorii Hoshino, what are your name?" She wrote in her notebook again.

This stumped Xia Yan. His mental power could only last for one second at a time and could not be used to write.

By the way, he still has a ray of incense.

Anyway, as long as a girl burns incense, you can get it, just use it.

He concentrated on his mind, pulled out the incense from his right chest, radiated it into a bright light, and attached it to his right hand.

At this moment, his right hand is no longer an ordinary right hand, but a real right hand!

He reached out his hand and grabbed the palm of Hoshino's pen holding the pen and wrote it on his notebook.

『Xia Yan』

The girl's hand was a little stiff. It took four seconds before Xia Yan finished writing the words. He held the girl's palm again and tested the timeliness of the glitter. After one second, the glitter dissipated and his hand passed through the girl's palm.

The time is five seconds.

Too fast.

Nothing is enough.

But one strand is five seconds, ten strands are fifty seconds, one hundred strands are eight minutes, four hundred strands are half an hour, and you can barely use it after saving four hundred strands.

Retracting his dissipated thoughts, Xia Yan looked at Hoshino Ryuri.

The girl looked at Xia Yan on the paper and smiled foolishly.

What's so happy about this? Xia Yan can't understand the girl's brain circuit.

Xia Yan, who is the main body of Chinese consciousness, did not realize that in island countries, ordinary friends could only call each other's surnames. He told each other his name, which was a manifestation of intimacy.

"Just call me Liuli." Hoshino Liuli wrote on paper.

Unfortunately, Xia Yan didn't understand her kindness.

He poked the girl's right hand and responded, then narrowed his body, crawled into the desk next to the table, and rubbed the comic book he brought to the other party.

As usual, there was a paper bookmark in the book, and Xia Yan put the paper bookmark aside.

This time the comic is a story about an evil girl and a middle-aged girl who is sick, and Xia Yan watched with relish.

He looked at it carefully, so he didn't notice his slowly lowered head behind him.

The head comes from a boy who was rubbed by Xia Yan's comics.

Although Xia Yan's voice was not loud when he used his mind to translate comics, it was not small. The boy happened to be wandering outside the sky and noticed this unusual sound.

The boy lowered his head and looked into the drawer in confusion.

When he lowered his head to the drawer, Xia Yan, who was turning the page, also felt the movement. He turned his head and met the boy's gaze.

“…”

"Ah--" The boy leaned back and fell to the ground.

He didn't see Xia Yan, but saw the comic book he turned the page!

He clearly closed the comic book, but now the comic book is spread out and he still turns the pages by himself!

"What's wrong?" The teacher and classmates looked at the boy in confusion.

The boy pointed to the drawer and wanted to tell the matter, but he felt that no one would believe it, so he swallowed it back.

"I'm sorry, I'm distracted." The boy replied.

"Don't sleep in class!" The teacher scolded the boy and continued to give a lecture.

The boy held the chair and sat down again, but did not dare to approach the table and sat against the back table.

Xia Yan shook his head, young people just like to make fuss.

Then he continued to flip through the comics.

This time, the single-line book was a bit thin. After a class and a half, Xia Yan finished reading this comic, he floated back to the sky above Hoshino Ryuri.

Looking at the notebook on the girl's desk, Xia Yan saw that there were many more questions on it.

"Is there anything I want me to do?"

"Do you still have to burn those paper props?"

"are you still there?"

"Have you gone to bed?"

"Good night"

This girl was unexpectedly sticky.

Xia Yan poked Hoshino Liuri's right hand: I'm back.

The girl's face immediately showed joy, and then became nervous again, she wrote:

"Do you think I'm in trouble?"

Xia Yan pondered that the girl did disturb him for entertainment.

However, as a qualified capitalist, all these must be kept in mind.

He hypocritically poked the girl's left hand.

A smile appeared on Hoshino Ryuri's face again, and she wrote: "I will definitely be responsible. Tell me what you need. You can do anything. Please make sure I do it."

Anything is OK?

Xia Yan's eyes swept around the girl.

Forget it, at least four hundred strands of incense are available at a time, and the poor can't afford to play with it.

He poked the girl's left hand and said that there was no.

The girl's expression turned into disappointment.

In the next half of the class, Xia Yan lay behind Hoshino Ryuri, looking at the students in the classroom bored.

He noticed that Shimomura Rina was quietly sending a message on her mobile phone.

This kind of behavior of skipping during class is something that must be stopped.

As a ghost of justice, Xia Yan immediately poked the other party's eyes with his mind.

"Ah!" Shimomura Rina screamed, and her phone also landed on the ground.

The Chinese teacher was shocked when he was talking about the topic. This was the second time he was scared in this class. Even with a good temper, he was a little angry.

Walking off the podium, Teacher Guowen confiscated Shimura Rika's cell phone and asked her to go to the office to get it after class.

Successfully saved a girl who was about to go astray, and Xia Yan was in a happy mood.

After class, he felt even happier when he watched Shimomura Rina leave with a depressed look on his face.

When she arrived at the office, Shimomura Rina was taught a lesson by the teacher for ten minutes before she let her leave.

Her two friends were waiting for her at the office door.

"What's going on?" the two asked Koshima Murakura Rina.

Shimomura Rina grabbed her hair and complained to her two companions: "It's what I told you before, something is poking my eyes."

"Is it a ghost?" Masami Kitamura swallowed when she was poked.

"What ghost, that must be a trick!" Nanako Tamura interrupted the two of them, and she looked at Shimomura Rina, "When you were poked in the eyes, were you always around Hoshino?"

Shimomura Rina thought for a while and nodded.

"That must be something she made." Nanako Tamura said affirmatively.

"It's impossible. She doesn't have that great ability. And I watched her that time at noon." Shimomura Rina didn't believe it.

"There is no one else except her. You will know if you cheat. Call her out tomorrow to ask." Nanako Tamura replied.

"What if it's really her? She can suddenly poke our eyes, and we can't do anything to her." Shimomura Rina asked again.

"Who said I can't do anything about her?" Nanako Tamura said disdainfully, "But we still have to be careful tomorrow, we bring sunglasses."

The three of them agreed on the matter and went home.

On the other side, Hoshino Ryuri had returned home.
To be continued...