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Xincheng No. [-] Middle School, Class No. [-] of Senior Three, Qiu Yan, and the other two whose names I don't know seem to be from the class next door.

Under the guidance of Liao Muyang, Lin Sheng finally tapped the phone screen to type out the information he knew.

It's just that Liao Muyang sighed slightly in his heart because of the cautiousness and fear that still didn't retreat after he finished speaking.

Although he can understand the shadow left by this sudden incident, the soft character of the child in front of him really makes Liao Muyang a little worried for him.

The school is just a small social network. When Lin Sheng really stepped out of the school in the future, if he still can't afford to harden his character, this kind of bullying will happen everywhere, and it will only intensify.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a characteristic that is more or less hidden in the bones of people by nature.

Just like the food chain in nature, there will always be the one at the bottom.

Liao Muyang doesn't care about other people, and he doesn't have the ability and leisure to care about it. As for Lin Sheng, Liao Muyang only thinks that this kid is born to conquer him, and he is soft and stupefied like a cat cub who is unable to survive alone. Just turn a deaf ear and close your eyes.

If there is a deeper reason, Brother Liao does not deny that every aspect of Lin Sheng is due to his liking.

If the child was not fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was too beastly to mention this matter, Brother Liao might have abducted this little milk cat into the house long ago. Although it is abducted in a different sense now, it can barely be regarded as the same.

Liao Muyang stared at the phone screen in a daze, his eyes lingered on the word Gao San, his head froze, and he turned around only to realize that something was wrong.

Senior year?The class next door?Is this kid a senior in high school? ?How old is a normal high school senior?eighteen?At least seventeen?

Liao Muyang's gaze shifted from the phone screen to Lin Sheng's face, his slightly raised eyebrows were indescribably weird.

Lin Sheng raised his head slightly to see Liao Muyang's expression, and asked with some puzzled gestures.

What's the matter, is there something wrong?

"is you?"

Lin Sheng felt a little strange when Liao Muyang suddenly asked about his age, but he didn't think much about it and answered with gestures.

Yes, it will be full in more than half a month.

Liao Muyang flipped out Lin Sheng's gesture, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little "colorful".

He was really deceived by Lin Sheng's tiny appearance and baby face. He thought he was at most 16 years old, but he didn't expect to be eighteen.

As an adult in the legal sense, Lin Sheng's image of a little milk cat in Brother Liao's heart suddenly sublimated into an adult cat, although the ability to protect himself is still weak.

Liao Muyang looked up at the slightly dazzling chandelier above his head, put his palm on the back of his neck habitually and pinched it twice.

The topic stopped here, and the atmosphere gradually became a little frozen. It was not until Liao Muyang laughed out loud that he brought the situation back.

He put down the phone in his hand, supported his stiff waist, and returned to the previous state of facing Lin Sheng with a smile.

Although Liao Muyang's smile was naughty, and his good-looking was really good-looking, like a dazzling sun, but Lin Sheng only dared to look at him a few times timidly, even if he stared at it for a little longer, there were signs of slight warmth on his face.

In order to ensure that his expression was not too shameful, Lin Sheng habitually lowered his head and looked around, not noticing that Liao Muyang's smile was slightly different from the previous one.

Liao Muyang propped his chin with one hand, his usually big and energetic eyes almost became a line from a smile.

The big wolf's tail finally got rid of the restraint of the word "underage", and it was raised high, wagging like a big hair when it saw an extra meal.

After laughing, Brother Liao grasped the key point of Lin Sheng's words, and then asked.

"It's more than half a month away from turning eighteen, and the birthday is around the fifteenth of January?"

After all, they were just chatting, and Liao Muyang asked a few more questions about his own words, but Lin Sheng didn't think about anything else.

Yes, January 1th.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's gesticulation, nodded to show that he knew, and kept the date in his heart, thinking that birthday is really a good day to kidnap a child.

The topic of this matter stopped here, Liao Muyang turned on the phone to check the time, it was past eight o'clock, and said that it was too early to go to bed, so he said to Lin Sheng.

"Tomorrow is Sunday school holiday."

Lin Sheng nodded.

"It's only past eight o'clock, it's too early to go to bed, do you want to watch TV or a game console?"

Liao Muyang got up and walked to the sofa. While talking, he waved the game controller in his hand to Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng's hobbies seem to be out of touch with children of this age. He doesn't know how to play games, and he rarely watches TV, let alone the habit of watching dramas.

At most, when I have some free time, I hold a pen and draw on the spare notebook.

Seeing that Lin Sheng wasn't interested, Liao Muyang put down the game controller in his hand, thinking about what else would be suitable for Lin Sheng to pass the time.

Lin Sheng looked at Liao Muyang touching the back of his neck as if he was thinking, raised his hand and gestured to him.

I have a lot of homework on weekends, so I can do my homework.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng, without even thinking about it, he knew that he was an obedient and good student.

After all, it is reasonable and unexpected to be able to take the initiative to mention homework on the lazy weekend of rest.

However, Brother Liao really couldn't think of anything better to pass Lin Sheng's time, so he simply followed the words.

"Then do you want to write here, or go back upstairs?"

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words, thought for a while, and raised his hand to compare with the large table, indicating that it is good to be here.

Although a little timid, he still wanted to stay with Liao Muyang, it was a very safe thing.

"Okay, then go upstairs to get your schoolbag."

Lin Sheng nodded his head, got out of the chair slowly, and walked towards the second floor.

Seeing Lin Sheng go upstairs, Liao Muyang didn't stay idle anymore, he took out the unfinished manuscript from the tattoo room and put it on the table.

He thought about the picture of him drawing a manuscript and Lin Sheng doing his homework for a while, and felt that the air was a little bit fresher, so he stood in the middle of the living room and took a deep breath on the spot.

The big hair lying sprawled in the corner, heard the master's voice obviously in a good mood, immediately raised his head, and yelled at Liao Muyang, showing his eyes begging for extra food.

Liao Muyang turned his head to look at the silly-looking husky. After raising him for so many years, he naturally knew his own silly dog's character.

He glanced at Da Mao's protruding belly, squinted his eyelids and said to it with a half-smile.

"Don't even think about it. I usually don't want to exercise to lose weight, so give me supper."

Hearing this, Da Mao, who was quite human, retracted his head immediately, and returned to the look of being sleepy after eating and drinking, and gave Brother Liao a unique supercilious look.

Liao Muyang looked at its arrogant appearance, and gritted his molars sinisterly, thinking in his mind that he might as well cancel this silly dog's after-dinner snacks.

A living person can't cure a silly dog?

Waiting for Liao Muyang to finish thinking about this trick, Lin Sheng also came down from the second floor.

Seeing the child holding the schoolbag, Brother Liao stopped being angry with Da Mao. The gusts of cold wind at his side immediately turned into a warm spring breeze, and there were even a few peach blossoms floating around.

The big hair in the corner was sensitive to this change, and secretly gave Brother Liao a few supercilious glances.

The two walked to the table and sat down, still facing each other.

The warm lights reflected on the log-colored tabletop, and the surrounding heaters were fully turned on to prevent the cold from invading. Even Lin Sheng, who is afraid of the cold, didn't feel the chill in shorts.

In the living room, except for the snorting of Big Mao Occasionally, there is a sense of tranquility.

Lin Sheng hasn't been in contact with this warm and peaceful atmosphere for a long time. He took out a large amount of textbooks and put them on the table. He took out his pen and was about to turn the pages when he was attracted by the sound of charcoal brushing across the paper. .

Lin Sheng poked his head out from the back of the schoolbag, fixedly looked at the drawing in Liao Muyang's hand, unconsciously fascinated by it.

Liao Muyang focused on outlining the shadows in the details, and accidentally raised his head and saw Lin Sheng's unmoving eyes.

Maybe it was because Liao Muyang's gaze was too straightforward, Lin Sheng realized that he was facing him the moment he looked over, and hurriedly moved his gaze away, hiding half of his face behind his schoolbag.

Liao Muyang looked at him, and instinctively thought that Lin Sheng might be interested in the drawing, so he asked a question casually.

"Interested in painting?"