Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 6 "Oh I Forgot"

Jiang Ye crossed his arms, rolled his eyelids, curled his lips with a smile that was not a smile, slowly picked up the only Chinese document on the table, and knocked on the table crisply.

"Ban Hua is here."

Zhao Chengcheng and Fu Yang froze at the same time, separated like an electric shock, and smiled shyly at Su Yan.

Su Yan was also taken aback by Jiang Ye's actions.

Fu Yang rubbed the back of his head and said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, Su Yan, we're just joking around, don't be angry, I'll clean it up for you right away."

Zhao Chengcheng rolled his eyes, although he was very displeased with Fu Yang's flattering appearance, the movements of his hands were not sloppy, he followed Fu Yang two or three times to tidy up.

"sorry……"

Fu Yang stood aside with his hands tied, and apologized again.

Su Yan shook her head, "It's fine."

Jiang Ye frowned.

When he spoke, his voice was small and soft, as if he hadn't eaten, it felt as if his heart had been scratched twice, and he couldn't help but go crazy.

Fu Yang's mind was running fast, trying to say something, but the class bell rang.

He had no choice but to give up and pushed Zhao Chengcheng back to his seat.

After the second class, there is inter-class exercises.

The students filed out of the classroom and lined up on the playground one after another.

The radio was loud.

Too noisy, Jiang Ye rubbed his ears and stood by the window.

Jiang Ye, Fu Yang, and Zhao Chengcheng were left in the classroom.

When the squad leader counted the number of people, he found that these three people were not there. He wanted to ask them to come down, but the study committee member stopped him and told him not to mess with them.

Can't afford to offend.

Jiang Ye's glorious deeds have been heard by more or less people in Renzhong School.

The squad leader pushed the frame of his glasses and had no choice but to give up.

Fu Yang twirled the basketball with his fingertips, and moved closer to Jiang Ye, "What are you looking at?"

This location has a wide view, and the huge playground can be seen at a glance. From the third year of junior high school to the third year of high school, students in blue and white school uniforms lined up neatly on the playground. Following the instructions from the radio, the students moved together with great momentum.

"I do exercises every day, and I don't feel bored. I'm so bored!" Fu Yang said.

Jiang Ye glanced at him, "How many times have you been there to get annoyed?"

Fu Yang laughed loudly, and leaned his hand on Jiang Ye's shoulder, "We're half price, [-] taels, you haven't been there a few times, Ah Ye."

"Where is our class?" Zhao Chengcheng also stood up.

Fu Yang looked back at him and hit him on the chest with a basketball, "Get your hook off! Who will allow you to sit at Su Yan's table?"

Zhao Chengcheng didn't care about him, he gave him a hard look, got down from Su Yan's desk, and rubbed his school uniform at the end, "Is that all right?"

Fu Yang snorted coldly, "You're smart."

"Where." The eyes are a pair of slender and well-articulated fingers, with round and clean nails.

"Class 17." Jiang Ye said.

Zhao Chengcheng looked at the hand dangling in front of his eyes: "..."

He looked down at his hands again.

It's neither long nor short, but it's not very good-looking. There is still black dirt under the nails!

Grass.

The same hands are playing basketball, why is there such a big difference!

"Aye, our class is Class Six." Zhao Chengcheng looked at him expressionlessly.

Grass.

It doesn't matter if the hands are good-looking, but the key person is still so handsome!

"Oh." Jiang Ye was silent for half a second, his voice flat and very guilt-free: "I forgot."

"Hahahaha..." Fu Yang covered his stomach with laughter, and couldn't help but slapped the table and laughed wildly.

"Zhao Chengcheng, you are so stupid, hahaha!"

Zhao Chengcheng resisted the urge to kill him, and gritted his teeth speechlessly.

He wanted to say nothing, but his eyes were fixed in vain, and he punched Fu Yang, and said in a low voice, "Stop laughing!"

Fu Yang was not happy, and was about to refute. As soon as he raised his head, the smile on his face stagnated, and then he coughed twice in embarrassment.

Pat Jiang Ye on the shoulder.

"Well, Ah Ye, someone is looking for you."

Jiang Ye was still looking at the playground, without turning his head, his lazy voice came with the wind, "Who?"

Fu Yang touched his neck, and replied unnaturally: "Kan Xue."

(End of this chapter)