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Chapter 166 I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch (9)

Song Wenjing returned to the dormitory after returning from the library, opened the door of the dormitory, and when he saw the scene inside, he froze in place.

The dormitory that was supposed to be clean and tidy is now a mess, things are scattered on the desk, there are brand-name shoes in a mess on the floor, there are a few boys lying on his bed playing games, potato chips are very conspicuous on the bedding, and cigarette butts.

The noisy and noisy voices are mixed and noisy, and it has become a vegetable market.

After Song Wenjing came in, he didn't attract anyone's attention. They were still playing by themselves, as if they didn't notice that there was an extra person at all.

Yan Ran had just finished playing badminton, and was still sweating blood. When he returned to the dormitory, he frowned slightly when he saw the scene inside.

The few people who were still lying on the bed immediately got up and stood up straight, smiling.

"Brother Yan, why did you come here?"

"We've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Yan Ran brushed back the hair on his forehead, revealing his overly delicate and beautiful eyebrows, "Why do you want me?"

"Play."

"Let's play games."

"Brother Yan, let's fly."

They were arguing and making noise.

Song Wenjing has always been calm and composed, and rarely gets angry.But at this time, his face completely sank, his expression was tense, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Of course Yan Ran sensed the man's gaze, and looked over too. He was very annoyed at being looked at, and his tone naturally became harsh.

"Look at what?"

Song Wenjing seemed to be really angry at the moment, there was no expression on his face, his eyes were pure black, full of hostility, looking at the person in front of him was like looking at a mass of rotten meat.

Yan Ran just felt baffled, and there seemed to be a little doubt lingering in the light-colored pupils, as if asking "Is there something wrong with you?".

Song Wenjing had no expression on his face, and paused every word, "Clean up this place, what it was like before, and what it looks like now."

His eyes were wide open, and anger was suppressed in his hoarse voice.

Song Wenjing is not only tall, but also has a strong body. He doesn't look like a high school student at all. His bones have been completed and he is a superior adult male. He is strong and strong, but he is very masculine.

Just standing in front of him felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

This is also why even if Song Wenjing's family is poor, few people dare to provoke him, because this person seems too difficult to provoke.

Although Song Wenjing's grades are very good, but at the same time his personality is also very withdrawn. It is said that because his family is too poor, he went to school two years later than others, and he is two or three years older than his classmates.

Yan Ran crossed his arms, narrowed his long and narrow eyes with a smile, and raised his chin slightly, full of malice, "You are nothing but dare to order me to do things, do you believe that I will let you get out of this school tomorrow? "

There were fireworks everywhere.

Yan Ran sneered, and didn't take the other party seriously at all.

Just when she was about to walk over, her arm was pulled by a strong force, and her fingers were tightened, holding her firmly like a pair of pliers.

Yan Ran almost didn't even think about punching him.

So a scuffle began.

This commotion was really loud, unless the supervisor was deaf, otherwise, if it was too late, the building would probably be overturned by these people.

In the middle of the night, the painted head teacher rushed over from the teacher's dormitory.

At this time, a group of people put some color on their faces.

The class teacher's face was livid, completely unexpected that the good student in his heart would fight with this thorn.

Yan Ran leaned against the wall, doing nothing but standing still.

"Stand up for me!" the homeroom teacher shouted, annoyed when he saw Yan Ran acting like this.

Only then did Yan Ran lazily stand up straight.

The head teacher gritted his teeth: "Tell me what is fighting?"

"It was he who made the first move."

"She did it first."

The two said it almost at the same time.

They subconsciously turned their heads to look at each other, and turned their heads in a tacit understanding, to the point of hating each other.

"I don't care whether the two of you are the first to attack, as classmates, you should help each other, not like you are doing now, and others will read the jokes of our class..."

Eyelashes fluttered slightly, Yan Ran lowered her head, and twitched the corners of her lips mockingly, "It was originally a joke..."

Song Wenjing's brows and eyes were a little irritable and cold, she didn't know what was going on in her mind.

"What are you whispering about!"

Yan Ran raised her head, "I said what the teacher said is very right, I have already deeply understood my mistake."

The head teacher sneered, "You actually know, so how do you solve it?"

Yan Ran was thick-skinned, she stretched out her hand to the boy, with a dazzling smile on her face, "Student Song, today's matter is indeed my fault, come, let's shake hands and make peace."

She was pale and morbid, with the tails of her eyes raised, and she looked like a branch flower in full bloom when she smiled.

Song Wenjing lowered her head, and glanced at the boy's fingers with pink fingernails.

Slender and slender, everything is clean and beautiful.

He moved his Adam's apple and turned his gaze away. The slippery touch in his hand was easier to touch than anything he had touched before.

How can a boy's hands be so soft?

Song Wenjing's eyes were slightly astringent, and then he felt the strength of the other party's handshake gradually increase, and the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

Song Wenjing thought it was a bit ridiculous. Compared with Yan Ran's overly delicate and soft hand, his fingers were slightly callused, and he didn't even need to use much force to touch her very painfully.

Song Wenjing glanced at her, with a cold and wild handsome expression, "I also did something wrong."

Seeing their self-consciousness, the head teacher looked a little better, "Isn't this good? Come on, give each other a hug, we're all classmates, there's nothing we can't get over."

The two seem to hug each other generously, but they are actually exerting strength secretly.

Yan Ran stretched out her hand and hooked Song Wenjing's shoulder. She lowered her head and whispered in Song Wenjing's ear, "You wait for me."

After letting go, Yan Ran shook his sore shoulder calmly.

Boys are really strong.
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Back in the dormitory, the two of them took off their disguise as soon as they entered the door.

Yan Ran sneered: "Song, today's business is endless."

Song Wenjing clenched her fists, furious, turned around quickly, caught off guard and grabbed her collar vigorously, and said coldly: "Who provoked whom first? Yan Ran, don't go too far. "

Song Wenjing's hands were too strong, he felt that he did not have much strength to pull gently, but just like that, he tore off two buttons of her school uniform collar abruptly, and his rough palms grazed her protruding collarbone , burning pain.

(End of this chapter)