surrender to her

Chapter 18
When Meng Cheng woke up, the papers had already been delivered to the table.

In one afternoon, there is no need to separate the three papers except for language and mathematics. After writing and handing in the papers, you can leave school early. This is a start-up test that you don’t care about. In fact, it is just a small test, which was exaggerated by the teacher Its name is all.

Meng Cheng threw a mint candy into his mouth to remind his brain to start functioning. By the way, he glanced to the side, but saw that the test papers that had been passed from front to back had not arrived in He Liangchi's hands.

The people in the row in front of him are far away from him. In order not to squeeze the people in front, the two rows of desks against the wall are not aligned with the overall layout of the class. The students in the first row are almost sitting on the podium , It looks a bit messy, but this behavior is obviously releasing an isolated signal of group rejection.

"Does anyone have any comments?" Meng Cheng didn't realize that his voice was a bit cold.

It took Gao Ci a while to realize that Meng Cheng was talking to her: "Ah? You mean the person in front?"

She paused, but still told the truth: "Who dares to have an opinion? Anyone who has an opinion can change seats and sit in front of him. The teacher has said it several times, but no one is willing to move."

I would rather have a narrower seat, even if I cannot move my hands and feet, and it is inconvenient to get in and out, I don't want to get close to him.

Before Meng Cheng frowned, she let out a "thud--" abruptly and ear-scratchingly in the slight noise prepared 2 minutes before class, and she followed the sound.

Obliquely ahead, separated from He Liangchi by a large space, several people gathered their heads together to discuss something, and the remaining paper was deliberately torn into two halves by a boy with faded hair, and the others covered their faces. Unable to stop the schadenfreude smile, waiting to see the play.

Just tearing it up was not enough, the boy rubbed it in his hands again, the movement of making garbage attracted attention, many people understood it after a moment of stunned, snickering, and finally, under a circle of onlookers watching , A spherical object made of a math paper was thrown and hit the boy's desk behind.

The instigator laughed silently, and didn't feel that he was doing something immoral and unworthy. Instead, he was complacent, proud of attracting the attention of his surroundings, and raised his tail.

He Liangchi's teasing of them did not show any kind of situation that the onlookers expected to see. He was too calm, he didn't even raise his head, his eyes were cold and dull, as if he didn't care, and after two seconds of silence, He raised his hand, slowly going to unfold the roll of paper.

Not at all the emotional reaction of a normal person, unless...

Unless this kind of behavior is commonplace, they are either too lazy to answer or often tolerate it.

The scene ended early because it was too boring. After all, no one wanted to see how he restored a crumpled and tattered paper bit by bit.

Huang Mao snorted disdainfully, and the neighbors on the same team said: "It's so horrific on the Internet, I thought he was so capable, it seems that he is just a doormat."

Furious, Xiang Zhao rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform that were already stuck on his elbows. Before he could slap his palm on the table, the sound of the leg of the chair next to him squeaking across the tiled floor made him pause. action.

Immediately afterwards, a figure stood up.

The girl's slender white jade-like hand suddenly came across, and took away the paper that was so ruined that she couldn't bear to look directly at it. He Liangchi looked up for a moment, and immediately went to stop her. took her hand.

Meng Cheng paused in front of his desk, this time he really felt his broad palm, wrapping her hand in it, with the strength to stop her, she turned her head, her eyebrows twitched slightly in unexpected joy, ignoring the boy. With the tightly furrowed handsome brows and the meaning conveyed in the indifferent eyes, he seized the opportunity to hold his hand with well-defined phalanges, and put it close to his palm.

When she lowered her body and narrowed the distance between the two, her smooth fingertips scratched his well-marked palm like a cat's paw in a teasing way. She looked into his eyes and smiled, "Rounding it up, we count as well." I held hands."

He Liangchi: "..."

Gao Ci, the lucky audience in the front row who heard it clearly: "..."

He Liangchi's palms became hot, as if a little ant had crawled over him, the itching and numbness made him relax in a daze.

Meng Cheng pressed gently on his slightly protruding knuckles again, his eyes were somehow inappropriately frivolous and ambiguous.

The next second, when she walked up to the thin yellow-haired man who was looking malnourished, the arc of the corner of her mouth did not change, but the smile in her eyes disappeared in an instant like the ebbing waves.

"If your hands are really worthless on you, you can donate them to those in need." She sincerely suggested.

Huang Mao raised his neck, looked at her with slanted eyebrows, paused for a few seconds, and heard the bad words in her words: "What the hell do you mean?"

"It means," Meng Cheng spoke softly and clearly: "Your hands are not doing human affairs, they are really cheap."

She was smiling, and thought she was praising him just by looking at his expression.

"..." All the audience around were silent.

Huang Mao was so excited that his face turned blue, he stood up cursingly, pointed at her rough voice and said, "Don't fucking meddle in your own business, don't fucking think you are a woman, I won't dare to beat you!"

With a strong roar of gunpowder, the number of spectators soared.

Ye Jiafu and the others who were seated near the front also watched the fun from across the bank.

No one noticed that the air pressure in the body of the forgotten boy in the corner suddenly dropped, the stagnant calm in his clear and shallow phoenix eyes just now disappeared, and a chilling hostility rose from the gloomy giant pool, like a giant The ferocious lion beast stares and growls before attacking.

Gao Wenbo and Xiang Zhao also tensed up.

I saw Meng Cheng's tone of voice still replying unhurriedly: "Of course not, I don't think you have the noble character of 'not doing anything to girls'."

The girl's aura, who was at a disadvantage in height, didn't lose at all, and she was a little careless as to look down on the other party.

"but--"

She seemed to think of something suddenly, she tilted her head coquettishly, and asked seriously in a simple tone: "You have three mothers, why are you still so uneducated?"

Yellow Hair: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Meng Cheng stuffed the roll of paper in his hand into the yellow-haired pocket, "You have to recycle the garbage you make yourself."

"Besides, if you like it," she picked up the undamaged Chinese and English papers on his desk, tore them up and crumpled them in front of everyone, made two new balls of paper with the same steps, and turned them over in her hands , throwing it up, two balls of paper hit the yellow-haired table one after another, bounced up again, and fell to the ground.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

"Also, I'm not meddling in other people's business." She raised the corners of her lips harmlessly, "My sister is just teaching you how to write the word "reap what you eat."

Huang Mao's face turned into a pig's liver color, and his eyes were about to pop out. Meng Cheng turned around and walked towards the podium with a bunch of stares, as if he didn't see it.

About half a minute later, three new papers, together with a mint candy in a transparent blue package, landed on the desk in front of He Liangchi.

He raised his eyelids and met her radiant smiling eyes, with a calm expression on his face, but inside he looked like a busy villain, constantly filling his humble and incomplete heart with something.

Huang Mao felt as if he had been slapped several times in public, and both sides of his face were in hot pain, and when a woman was about to run away, several hands around him quickly and tacitly held him down.

"Brother Yuan calm down, calm down, what do you care about with a girl like her?"

"Yeah, brother Yuan, let's not lose our position, don't be as knowledgeable as her..."

In fact, what they think is: impulsive dick, this woman is really untouchable!

(End of this chapter)