Li Changnian stood up, his eyes fixed on his little friend in front of him, and seriously said, "Xue Ling, don't get close to Liu Qingxi, put away the thoughts you shouldn't have."
"Hahaha, I'm just joking, Changnian, you're too serious."
"We haven't seen each other for two months, you're still the same as before, can't take a joke."
Xue Ling held his belly and laughed heartily, after a while, he recovered and stopped laughing, standing straight:
"Okay, rest assured."
Li Changnian then sat down, not bothering with him. The thing he hated most was someone taking his stuff.
In the corner of Class 103, Zhao Yi was lying on his desk, sleeping.
A chubby little hand pushed him, "Brother Zhao, are you very tired? Can you teach me how to read this word?"
Little Fatty Xia Shirong came.
Chu Bingyan followed behind.
Just by the sound, you could tell who was coming, and the boy sleeping with closed eyes tightened them even more, unwilling to get up, forcibly pretending to sleep.
