Nonlinear Love

Seeing his pained expression, Lin Yan followed with a serious expression: "Is there something wrong? Are you going to the infirmary?"

When Chi Wang didn't smile, his facial features looked sharp, and he seemed to be full of rage.

He didn't speak with a cold face, just licked the foam from under his lips, and was almost embarrassed by disgust again.

The voices of several people were not small, and in the quiet classroom, they successfully attracted everyone's attention, and the rustling voices came from all directions.

The two characters who didn't seem to be easy to mess with were already terrifying enough to be at the same table, and they just sat down for less than five minutes and jumped, and everyone's spirit of gossip began to burn.

Rumors from the student days always spread quickly and quietly, but within ten seconds, the entire sixth class knew about Su Lian's murderous and famous history.

"I've already felt the fluctuating aura between the two of you, and I'm going to splatter blood on the spot in the next second."

"One thing to say, Chi Li has not fought for a long time, is it possible to break the precept?"

"What the hell is in the thermos cup? I see Chi Wang's face as bitter as a funeral."

"These transfer students are ruthless, and the No. 8 middle school is also quite good, so why not transfer to the third middle school?"

...

Chi Wang frowned: "Ask you."

Su Lian took out the textbook from his schoolbag and put it on the table calmly: "It's healthy, it won't kill you, drink it with confidence."

"Health?" Chi pursed his lower lip and glanced at the thermos cup in disbelief, "Don't bully me for not reading enough, this is a shit like shit?"

Lin Yan: "It's all sophistry."

Gu Anjiu: "There must be some conspiracy."

The two risked their lives, desperate to die, and fanned the flames.

I can't wait to take advantage of this wave to stir up hatred and let his arrogant master kill this ruthless transfer student. Otherwise, with this person's ruthless personality, there is a high probability that the two of them won't survive tonight.

"Believe it or not." Su Lian's good intentions became a donkey's liver and lungs, and he was not in a good mood.

He had done it to Chi Huang many times before, this person drank all the time every time, praised and kissed and hugged Sanlian, and now...

Heh, I'm so heartless, I don't know what to do.

Chi Li put the lid on the thermos cup, pulled open the stool vigorously, got up and walked towards the back door. When he came back again, the broken hair on his forehead was wet, and a few drops of unwiped water dripped from his chin.

The person leaned against the back of the chair, and the chair was hanging in the air.

He turned his head to look at Su Lian, and asked patiently, "To be honest, I didn't offend you, did I? I kindly took you in and gave you a birthday, and you just harassed me like this?"

Fix your uncle.

If he didn't know how to speak, he could beat him. He felt that he was still a little too gentle with Chi Huang's methods.

In the past few years as a doctor, Su Lian had been secretly complained by patients that he was too indifferent and not gentle enough.

The words he explained to the director were the same time and time again: I tried my best, this is the result of trying my best to control my temper.

Now it seems that the long-term cultivation of nature is about to break the precept.

Su Lian suppressed his anger, reached out and squeezed the body of the thermos cup, opened the cap, stared at him expressionlessly and drank it.

Is it bad to drink? He thinks it's okay.

Looking at the person in a daze, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, Baidu came up with a recipe for healthy paste, and threw the page over: "Look at the recipe yourself, and that's it."

"Wrong, wrong master, old master, teacher..." The little stuttering next to him reminded, before he could squeeze out half of his words, his other hand crossed the middle of the two and picked it up.

The haunted Li Guoqing took the phone twice in the palm of his hand, and said ruthlessly, "Whose phone is confiscated."

Su Lian cursed in his heart, but reluctantly admitted: "Mine."

"I miss your first offense and reflect on it. I hope you will not be like your classmate Chi Wang, who likes to make a review at the beginning of school."

Li Guoqing glanced at the two of them, and then looked away, having a headache for these two.

He frowned and babbled: "I've been staring at you two for a long time, and I don't stop studying at night. Tomorrow is the fundamental test. If you don't want to review, just stand in the back."

Chi Li, who was lying innocently with a gun: "What's the matter with me?"

Li Guoqing has reason and reason: "without your participation, can he speak to the air?"

Chi Wang laughed angrily: "Then may I ask the teacher, should I stand, review or write a review?"

Li Guoqing really thought about it for two seconds: "Write a review."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Chi Huang was too lazy to argue with him, what to say and what to say.

Li Guoqing walked around the classroom, then shook his hands behind his back.

Chi Li licked his lower lip, and there was still a strange aftertaste in his mouth after rinsing.

He calmly analyzes and reflects on himself. Maybe people are really well-intentioned, although the taste is strange, it can't be blamed.

After all, this person actually didn't change his face, he really turned his head upside down.

He considers himself a ruthless person, but for the first time, he feels the Lord sitting beside him...

Is a láng extinction.

Chi Huang took the initiative to touch Su Lian with his elbow, and lowered his voice to ease the atmosphere: "It's half my fault, I'll help you get your phone back after the exam. It's your thing, it's really unpalatable."

Su Lian's face was expressionless, and he vigorously spread out the questions: "Add honey next time, it will be much better."

Chi Huang instantly felt nauseated: "Is there a next time? No, I can't enjoy it."

Su Lian lowered his eyes and circled the answer on a multiple-choice question, thinking that if it weren't for the fear of your untimely death, who would care about you.