The bully thought he was wearing a book

Facts have proved that even if Qi Hangzhi acted like he was thinking deeply, what he said still sounded amazing.

Wen He was also a little surprised. She sized up the calm Qi Hangzhi, and then subconsciously glanced at Yi Huai.

Yi Huai was a little bit at a loss, he lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking, and there was a faint redness in his ears.

In short, it doesn't look like a direct discussion with Qi Hang.

Thinking of this, Wen He felt relieved, she was afraid that Yi Huai would stir up Qi Hang to make trouble.

Because from the last time when Qi Hang went straight to the hospital with Yi Huai, she found that this good student who had always reassured her the most listened to Yi Huai's words for some reason, or that when facing Yi Huai, there would be such a Little by little, out of control.

Just now I promised Qi Hang Zhi that he can choose the same table, Wen He couldn't go back on his word, so he just nodded and said: "That's fine, then you can sit together."

Qi Hang put his hands on the table and called lightly: "Yi Huai, come here."

His voice is unhurried and confident, as if everything is under his control.

Fang Niannian was standing near the door, still a bit unresponsive. She had just asked Yi Huai in the corridor if he wanted to sit with her, and she had already made it very clear that she wanted to sit at the same table with him, but Qi Huai Hangzhi cut him off?

She thought of Qi Hang's attitude towards Yi Huai at the basketball game after the monthly exam, wishing he could control every strand of his hair, and felt as if something had been overlooked by her.

After Qi Hang directly selected the same table, Wen He continued the process of sorting the seats. The classroom was noisy, and people kept moving the desks around. The pen bag with the open mouth on the desk accidentally fell, and the pen was completed with a crash. Get out.

In the chaos, Yi Huai carried the table and walked to the window seat on the left rear, while Qi Hang casually leaned on the backrest and waited for him, his profile was clearly outlined by the twilight outside the window.

Liao Zhengyi smiled and rolled up the exercise book in his hand into a cylinder and handed it over: "Brother Lai Lai Yi, let me interview you about being selected by our monitor."

Yi Huai put down the table, pressed Liao Zhengyi's exercise book with his palm and pushed him back: "Brother Yi doesn't accept your interview, next one."

Liao Zheng glanced at Fang Niannian who had moved the table to the front of their row just now: "Hey, I feel that you are going to cause Qi Gou's family conflicts, do you think Miss Fang will work hard to get a grade I will let you go first."

Yi Huai also raised his head in the direction of Fang Niannian, Qi Hang noticed it, and tapped Yi Huai's table with his knuckles: "Why, don't you want to sit with me?"

"No, is it interesting for you to ask now? I don't think I've been dispatched here." Yi Huai asked sincerely.

Qi Hang let out an "oh" and said slowly, "That means you want to sit with me."

He bit the word "sit" so hard that Yi Huai couldn't help but have some bad associations: "...can you speak more seriously."

Qi Hang raised his eyebrows: "Student Yi Huai, what I said is worthy of your evaluation."

Yi Huai choked for a moment, some things can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Looking at Qi Hang's straight eyes, he knew that this person actually understood, but he played tricks and refused to admit it.

It took Wen He almost one night of self-study to adjust the seats. After the class bell rang, the voice in the class suddenly became louder. Everyone stretched their necks and looked around to understand the latest position pattern in the class.

The people around Qi Hangzhi didn't change much, his original tablemate was Feng Chen, but now Feng Chen was next to Liao Zhengyi.

"Let's discuss about playing basketball tomorrow?" Liao Zhengyi took out his mobile phone from his pocket and swiped, "Since our class won the championship last time, several people from other classes have said that they want to play with us. No, let’s just join in the game this time, otherwise the five of us would not be so happy if we played for half the time.”

Yi Huai still remembered how dirty those people's hands were during the basketball finals. He said, "Just don't call them Class Three, I can do anything else."

Qi Hang lifted his chin lazily: "I'm just like him."

"Alright, then I'll go save a game." Liao Zheng jumped up from his chair and went out as soon as he finished speaking, probably to find his golf friends scattered in various classes.

"If he didn't say that I almost forgot what it's like to play a game." Yi Huai muttered, taking out his phone from the hole in the table, and casually clicked into the latest NBA game, trying to get a feel for it.

Qi Hang also turned his face sideways to watch with him, and occasionally commented aloud: "The jumper just now jumped too early."

Yi Huai nodded, and then said, "But there's no other way. They're all surrounded by the basket. It's good to have a chance to make a shot."

When the class bell rang, he didn't finish reading. Seeing that Wen He hadn't come back, he moved the phone to his lap, muted it, and lowered his head to continue watching.

Qi Hang leaned over naturally, Yi Huai felt his shoulder pressed against the opponent's chest, he hesitated for a while, but he still didn't move away.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Qi Hang's straight nose and smooth chin. Qi Hang followed him for a while and then put his arm on the back of his chair.

It was as if he was half-hugging him in his arms, but it wasn't that deliberate, as if he was just tired of maintaining this position and wanted to find a support point.

Besides, it's easy to be fascinated when watching basketball, maybe Qi Hang hasn't thought about it that much.

Yi Huai easily found a reason for Qi Hangzhi and persuaded himself to continue watching football with him like this.

Qi Hang didn't know if he was fascinated by watching basketball, but at least he was really fascinated, even Wen He stood outside the window in the corridor and watched them.

Until a hand appeared in his line of sight, patting his desktop gently: "Both of you, come out with me."

Yi Huai almost knocked over the phone, but fortunately he was well trained in this area, so he immediately stuffed the phone into the table hole, and then stood up without a trace.

In the corridor, Wen He looked back and forth at the two 1.8-meter boys in front of him: "It's just the first day of changing seats, and I started to be dishonest after studying at night, right?"

She still feels that no matter what Qi Hang did to violate discipline, it was Yi Huai's instigation: "Come on, Yi Huai, tell me, what were you doing with your head down just now?"

Yi Huai knew that Wen He's usual method of dealing with evening self-study games was to confiscate his mobile phone. He had never been caught before, and thought that he might be able to get away with it this time: "I didn't do anything, just, just..."

He thought hard for a long time what else he could do with his head down besides playing with his mobile phone. It couldn't be just looking at his thighs.

But finally he thought: "I'm fixing the zipper on my trousers."

Wen He's expression froze for a moment: "...Then what is Qi Hang looking at?"