Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

As soon as Yan Ran arrived at the door of the classroom, she heard the laughter of the boys.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in my heart, and when I walked in and took a look, the premonition came true.

Song Wenjing's desk was kicked down, and books were scattered everywhere, some were in the trash can, and some were torn to shreds.

And his notebooks, which he had worked so hard to record, had been torn to pieces by those boys.

Song Wenjing stood there alone forming an empty space, that overly tall and strong figure stood out incomparably, standing out from the crowd.

Yan Ran plays a ruthless role in this school, and has a strong backer behind him. There are countless people who want to have a good relationship with him. Knowing that she and Song Wenjing have a bad relationship, they will naturally use the excuse of venting their anger for her. .

But Song Wenjing is not a dough that can be kneaded by others.

He is like a sleeping lion, on the surface it may not look so scary, but it is only on the surface.

Everyone in the class stood by and watched, pretending not to hear or see, and doing their own thing.

The person standing in front of the boy didn't seem to realize that the danger was coming, so he said arrogantly.

"Now you kneel on the ground and kowtow to me twice, maybe I will let you go."

As soon as these words came out, the few people who followed behind laughed out loud.

Song Wenjing was wearing a washed and whitish school uniform. The boy's eyes were very dark. When he looked at a person without any mechanism, he looked like a puppet whose soul had been stripped away, dull and gloomy.

Coupled with those fierce eyebrows and eyes, it is almost to the point of penetration.

Seeing that person's heart trembled, his legs almost went limp, which made him even more annoyed. He raised his hand to teach this ignorant thing a lesson, but he was stopped halfway.

The man turned his head full of gloom and anger to see who had the courage. When he saw the young man's face clearly, his gloomy expression immediately froze and then dissipated. The smile on the leg made the already ordinary face look even uglier.

The black mist in Song Wenjing's eyes froze for a moment, and the tense muscles slowly relaxed.

"Brother Yan..."

Snapped--

Before he finished speaking, he received a slap. Almost everyone in the class held their breath, and the atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 75%! Please continue to work hard, the host. 】

The blackening value, which had been indifferent from the beginning to the end, finally had a slight arc.

Song Wenjing, who had always been indifferent, also moved his eyes.

The boy obviously didn't have any defenses, he was stupefied, and he almost couldn't recover from his red and swollen face, as if his soul had been drawn out.

He still didn't quite understand it, but he felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed to be looked at by so many pairs of eyes, his face was flushed, almost liver-colored.

"Brother Yan, did I do something wrong?"

"I just want to vent my anger for you. Is there something wrong with that?"

Sitting in the last row, the stern expression looked extremely gloomy under the shadows, his lips parted several times, and finally he clenched his fists.

The weirdly beautiful young man stared at that person aloofly, his pale pink lips were pursed, his cold white skin was pale and sickly.

His chin was raised slightly, his eyes were indifferent, "Who allowed you to touch him?"

Displeasure appeared in her long and narrow eyes, and the thick eyelashes like butterfly wings were long and black. When she looked at people coldly, half of her body became numb for no reason.

Song Wenjing's eyes slid, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

The person who showed off his power in front of Song Wenjing just now licked it like a dog in front of Yan Ran.

He immediately apologized as if to please, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I just think that such a person will get your hands dirty if you ask you to do it yourself."

Yan Ran just had an indifferent face, "I don't need you to meddle in other people's business."

"If you dare to do this again next time, it won't be as simple as a slap."

How could the other party dare to say a word of "no", he couldn't even take into account his swollen face, and apologized in a low voice.

It's a pity that Yan Ran didn't pay attention to him at all. If he was said to be annoying, he would just look over him and directly force him to silence.

The fingertips hanging by her side couldn't help rubbing them quietly, Yan Ran probably didn't even know how much she wanted to be broken, torn, and broken with that cold face.

"Hey."

Yan Ran patted his face, neither light nor heavy, Song Wenjing's cheek muscles moved, suppressing his emotions and stepping forward.

Seeing Song Wenjing's appearance, she laughed, "Isn't he crazy in front of me? Why is he like a grandson in front of others?"

This is really because she misunderstood Song Wenjing. If Yan Ran had acted a second later, the man with sound limbs would have been lying on the ground. In a sense, Yan Ran had saved this man by mistake. life.

Yan Ran turned his head and said to the people behind him.

"Give me the things on the ground and pick them up, and arrange them for me one by one, otherwise..."

Yan Ran didn't say anything about the latter, and needless to say, they knew that the days ahead would be hard for them, so those people almost rushed to pick up the books on the ground and put the ashes back in their original places.

Yan Ran looked at Song Wenjing the same way.

Under the sun, his facial features are profound and heroic, exuding mature charm.

He lowered his head, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

Yan Ran said softly: "Student Song, I helped you so much today, how can you thank me?"

The two of them got very close, and Yan Ran's tail tone rose slightly, as if molesting a good woman and man, plus Yan Ran's eyes, I don't know what he thought of, Song Wenjing's face turned red rarely, maybe it was because of anger It's shame.

Yan Ran glanced at the blush on his face, a little unbelievable.

She looked at Song Wenjing with a pair of slightly upturned and red eyes, those amber eyes faded away from the laziness and viciousness she thought, and turned a little round, which was a bit inexplicably cute.

The word cute is used on Yan Ran, there is something strange that cannot be described.

Song Wenjing avoided looking, "...what do you want?"

"Hmm..." Yan Ran's tone was elongated with playfulness, and Yan Ran smiled half-smile, "You'll know when the time comes."

When the class bell rang, Yan Ran didn't say anything more, and sat back in her original seat.

She turned her head and looked at Li Mu.

The boy was covered in cold air, his eyes were cold and deep, and he was looking at her just now, as if he wanted her to peel her skin and bones, and swallow her into her stomach.

At this time, he lowered his head pretending to be deaf and dumb, seemingly indifferent.

Yan Ran didn't speak or pay any attention to him, just lying on the table, facing Li Mu with the back of his head, sleeping with his eyes closed, completely ignoring this man.

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