He's playing first grade again

He stood up and put his arms around Lin Jian's shoulders: "Brother Jian, don't look at me like that. At least I have dated online a dozen times, and I have more experience than you. You, you, talk to girls softly, so that you can maintain Do you know the favorability?"

"Man!" Lin Jian turned off the screen, "Don't fucking think other people are as wretched as you, he's just an apprentice."

Huang Mao ran along his hair, "If it's not a game apprentice, then what kind of apprentice is it?"

Lin Jian was speechless: "Just... none of your business."

"Okay, okay, good advice is harsh, brother Jian, don't play it dead." Huang Mao shook his head while sighing.

In the end, Lin Jian didn't reply to any news.

After eating the instant noodles, he thought he smelled bad, so he went back to his apartment to take a shower, and took a nap. Unexpectedly, he slept through two classes in one go.

There is a WeChat message on the phone, which shows that it was sent two hours ago.

Lin Tiancheng: When you go to school, just stay well. Don't cause trouble for me, and don't expect you to be successful in your studies. Don't get into the bureau and embarrass me. Also, don't provoke that kid from the Ning family!

Lin Jian bit her lower lip, tilted her head and sneered, tapped the screen with her long fingers, and sent back a message.

Lin Jian: Your good son is not as good as Lao Tzu.

Knowing that he bullied Ning Xuan, it must be Lin Xiu's complaint.

Lin Jian has no interest in this kind of childish suing drama.

Lin Tiancheng sent another message, he glanced at it and deleted it immediately.