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Chapter 34 The Patient Villain (34)

The news that Rong Huang, who has always been the first in age and never wavered, passed the three-model exam and was the third in age has spread throughout the school early in the morning.

Every day, people will detour and pass by the gate of the fifth class, just to see the face of this legendary god-man.

At this moment, Rong Shenren Huang was sitting on the seat with a blank expression, as if he didn't see those curious or gloating eyes outside the window, and wrote quickly.

"I thought Rong Huang had cheered up before, but now it seems that he has really fallen."

"You almost crippled, try?"

"Then this time the first age is Peng Yue, right? I didn't expect Yin Ling to really win this school belle. I'm envious and jealous."

"Who said it wasn't"

No matter outside the classroom or inside the classroom, there were all kinds of discussions about the three models and about Rong Huang.

Rong Huang was already able to remain calm in such an environment.

She is the golden phoenix king who has beaten all opponents in the six realms, how could she be defeated by a small exam?

On the other hand, Tang Qian, seeing that Rong Huang kept his head down reading a book and doing the questions, without the livelyness of the past, thought that he was influenced by these people, and cried secretly.

Although he doesn't care about grades, the little girl is different. It must be very sad to fall from the first place.

Thinking of the little girl's drooping eyes and tears in her eyes, Tang Qian felt very uncomfortable.

What kind of people are these people, and they are worthy of affecting the mood of the little things?
Tang Qian clicked his tongue, and his dark eyes swept across the slender neck of the little girl sitting in front.

If you want to cry, you have to cry at the right time and the right place.

Tang Qian's eyes darkened, and he kicked on the unoccupied stool next to him.

The legs of the stool scraped across the marble floor, making a harsh and sharp sound.

It attracted many people to look at it one after another.

"There's no class at all, so what are you running around for?" Tang Qian leaned lazily on the back of his chair, his voice was deep and slow, and his slow demeanor made it impossible to underestimate him, "I'm so noisy that I fell asleep."

The students in the classroom kept silent, returned to their positions, and pretended to take out the textbook exercises.

The students outside the classroom hesitated for a moment, and gradually dispersed.

Tang Qian is a typical person who is not afraid of death, his bones are extremely hard, and he will not bend his back even if his head is bleeding, so no one dares to provoke him.

Dang Yue turned her head and glanced at Tang Qian meaningfully, and then glanced at Rong Huang who was working hard.

Being targeted by such a beast, Rong Xiaohuang probably won't be able to run away for the rest of her life.

Aren't there all sick and paranoid novels?

Tang Qian can be regarded as a paranoid with hidden attributes.

Dangyue's family and Tang's family were also acquainted, and they had heard about the Tibetan mastiff to some extent, and knew that Tang Qian was not a normal person at all.

Looking at Rong Xiaohuang's small body, she couldn't help but bear Tang Qian's distorted personality.
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"Rong Xiaohuang, hurry up, Peng Yue's little green tea is going to speak on stage today, and I'm going to shoot the whole process." Dang Yue pressed her phone.

Rong Huang slowly took out two bags of snacks from her schoolbag and stuffed them into the pocket of her down jacket.

"What to bring? You are not allowed to eat during the flag-raising ceremony." Dang Yue said casually, chewing gum, and then took out two bags of snacks from Rong Huang's schoolbag, "You are so short, you can't eat these unhealthy things, I'll do what I can to help you."

Rong Huang looked at the snacks that Dang Yue had taken away with great reluctance, and solemnly emphasized, "I'm not short."

Dangyue stretched out her hand to draw the height difference between the two, and nodded seriously, "Well, not short."

(End of this chapter)