The little milk bag of the blackened boss

There were a lot of watching eyes behind him, but Xie Yuan didn't realize it, his eyes swept over Lou Yan who only moved a little bit but then became silent, the corner of his lips still had a brilliant smile.

"Since the classmate doesn't answer, it's a default." Xie Yuan tilted his head, then put down his schoolbag and sat down on the chair confidently.

A17 blinked, 【Yuanyuan, is there really no problem for us to do this? 】

Xie Yuan paused for a moment with the hand that took out the book, and then smiled and bent his eyes: [There is a problem. 】

A17 was stunned, 【What's the problem? 】

Xie Yuan bent the corners of his lips, and deliberately slowed down his speech: [I might...be thrown out by him in public. 】

Looking at A17's terrified expression, Xie Yuan couldn't help pinching its face, and changed the subject without a trace, [Little Seventeen, relax. 】

Today's school bell seems a little slow, I don't know how long it took to ring.

And when the class bell rang, those who were supposed to catch up on sleep should also wake up.

As soon as Lou Yan opened his eyes, he met a pair of black and slightly round pupils.

those eyes...

He had seen that in the alley last night, he was about to kill the five juniors, but he heard footsteps in the alley.

Out of the alley, he bumped into a thin young man.

Are you a new transfer student...?

Xie Yuan just bent his eyes, "You—"

Before he could say the other good thing, the young man in front of him had already averted his eyes lightly, obviously he didn't intend to listen to Xie Yuan's words.

The smile in the corners of Xie Yuan's eyes faded slightly, but a new smile soon overflowed the corners of his lips.

"Hello, I will be your deskmate from now on."

Although this tablemate is only 97 days.

"My name is Xie Yuan."

Lou Yan turned a deaf ear, focused his eyes on the notebook, clutched the pen in his bony hand, but his brain that just woke up quickly caught up with the teacher's train of thought.

Xie Yuan, who didn't get an answer, was not as depressed as A17 imagined, but raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, and even raised his hand to answer a question from the teacher.

He didn't even notice that the gazes of other students were unparalleled.

Lou Yan... didn't lose his temper?

A17 leaned on Xie Yuan's shoulder to watch him take notes one after another in the textbook.

The white and slender hand picked up the pen with a sense of pleasure. Xie Yuan's handwriting is very beautiful.

A17 is not very good at reading words, and can only describe a few words from its own small inventory.

On the whole, it is graceful and tidy, but when you take it apart, you will find that every stroke is painted with silver hooks, with a hint of rigidity in its softness.

A17 blinked curiously, 【Yuan Yuan, Lou Yan is not angry, which means you still have a chance, don't you want to communicate with Lou Yan further now? 】

Xie Yuan lightly put down the last stroke, and rolled his eyes when he heard the words, 【Little Seventeen, don't be distracted in class. 】

He glanced at the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard.

It coincides with the number on the system panel.

【97 days】

【Aw. 】A17 blushed and scratched her head in embarrassment.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the classroom came alive again.

Most of the classmates slipped out, probably running around telling everyone what had just happened.

As the protagonist of the incident, Xie Yuan smiled and pushed the notebook in his hand to Lou Yan's desk.

A17 watched Lou Yan's reaction with sparkling eyes.