Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 282 On Who Is The Most Childish
What Wen Ren said to Liang Fan, Qingran and the others didn't know.

Because of this stall, when Qing Ran saw it, Wen Shiyi looked at Father Wen or Liang Fan with some disgust, maybe both of them.

Then Wen Shiyi gently pulled her, and pointed in the direction of the school gate.

Is this signaling them to go to school?
Qingran walked with her, not forgetting to give Xie Ying'an a hand when she left.

Wen Ren and Liang Fan in the back chatted happily as if they had forgotten their old friends. They had traveled a long way, and from time to time they could hear Wen Ren laughing out loud behind him.

Qingran couldn't help thinking: Doesn't this idiot Liang Fan know how Father Wen treats Wen Shiyi?

Don't you still think that as long as you attack Wen's father, it's about the same as attacking Wen Shiyi?

If he really thought so, Qingran felt a little sympathetic to this idiot child.

It is true that when traveling to the mountains and poor waters, all kinds of tricks that can be used and cannot be used are used.

The three of them walked towards the classroom together. Wen Shiyi was very depressed along the way, and even forgot to let go of Qingran's arms.

Although Qingran had never experienced being beaten and scolded by her parents, she could understand Wen Shiyi's current mood just by imagining it.

Before meeting Wen's father, Qingran really did not expect that the original family of the heroine in the book would be so unbearable.

Maybe it's because the book doesn't focus on words, or maybe it's because these plots are not important, she just glanced over the book in a hurry, in short, she doesn't know the slightest bit about the heroine's original family structure...

Xie Yingan, who was following behind, looked at Wen Shiyi's and Qingran's arms together, and frowned, with a look of dryness in his brows.

When she was about to walk into the classroom, Wen Shiyi finally let go of Qingran's hand. She was a little embarrassed, and she forced the corners of her mouth: "Qingran, thank you very much today."

There are not many students in the classroom at this point, almost a quarter of them, and those who can come early in the third year of high school are basically studying. They are either buried in the questions or squinting to memorize.

Except for Ji Yanchen, of course.

Ji Yanchen didn't brush up the questions, nor did he read a book, but was playing with the pen on the table.

Before sitting down, Qingran glanced at Ji Yanchen's desk full of pens, good guy, there must be at least twenty or thirty pens.

No one knows better than Xie Ying'an what role those pens will play at that time.

He put Qingran's book in front of Qingran, hooked his feet on the stool, and slowly sat upside down facing Ji Yanchen.

Ji Yanchen acted as if he hadn't seen him, it can be said that he didn't respond, and continued to play with the pen in his hand.

"...Ji Shen?" Xie Ying'an broke the silence between the two.

Qingran, who pretended to be brushing the question, quietly pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.

Ji Yanchen raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Ying'an lightly, paused for a while, and then answered him softly: "Oh."

The pupils of the two teenagers faced each other across the air, one was brown and the other was black, the pupils were radiant, and the smell of gunpowder was extremely obvious.

Fortunately, the students were all busy studying, so no one really noticed.

After all, Ji Yanchen is not used to looking at people, even if he is a rival in love, so he quickly looked away, lowered his head slightly, and the brim of his hat covered all his expressions again.

"These..." Xie Ying'an didn't intend to end this hard-won topic. He tapped the pen on Ji Yanchen's desk with his fingertips, sneered, and asked, "Isn't it all prepared for me?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Qingran noticed that after Xie Yingan finished speaking, Ji Yanchen actually began to slowly put the pens on the desk into the pen holder one by one, as if he was afraid that Xie Yingan would cause damage.

He, he also prepared three, ah no, more than that, he also prepared four pen holders.

At this moment, it is even more like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I put pens of different colors into pen holders of different colors. After filling them, I let out a faint "hmm".

um what?
Wait, Xie Ying'an asked him just now, "Aren't all these pens prepared for me?"

Then he replied "hmm".

It means: Yes, I prepared these pens for you.

Xie Ying'an: "..."

Fuck!
When did Ji Yanchen's operations become so flamboyant?

Qingran had a bad premonition in her heart, she always knew that Xie Ying'an was not a good bird if she played childishly.

Before she could withdraw her eavesdropping ears, Qingran felt Xie Ying'an's fingers touch her ears lightly.

Snapped!
A pen flew over from behind and hit Xie Ying'an's hand before falling to the floor.

Qingran: "..."

Then, Xie Ying'an stroked Qingdyed hair with his fingers.

Snapped!
Another pen flew over from behind, and after hitting Xie Yingan's hand, it fell to the floor again.

And then on...

Snapped!
and then on...

Snapped!
……

Qingran: "..."

fuck!Two childish ghosts who are more childish than Li Qingmo.

Within 2 minutes, pens had fallen all over the ground.

Xie Ying'an turned back again, narrowing her black eyes slightly, with a bit of doubt on her face: "Why is your reaction not slow at this time?"

Not only is it not slow, it is very fast.

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and did not speak. He touched the pen in the pen holder with his finger, ready to go, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his expression looked a little lonely.

Knowing Ji Yanchen's temperament after all, Xie Ying'an didn't say anything in the current situation. After looking back, that hand finally became honest for a while.

The war between the two of them was over, Qing Ran ordered him to squat down, and began to pick up the pens that had fallen on the floor.

There is no way, it is impossible for Ji Yanchen to pick up these pens, and it is even more impossible to expect Xie Yingan to pick up these pens that have been thrown into his hands. If she doesn't pick up, she will be swept into the trash can by the student on duty at night.

Anyway, it's a good pen, it's a shame to waste it.

This time there were too many pens on the ground, which showed that the two of them were almost addicted to playing.

When Qingran picked up the pen and stood up, it might be because of too much force, she suddenly felt dizzy and her eyes began to turn black, and she subconsciously went to support the table with both hands.

The clinker table was not supported, but it was supported by a piece of warmth. She was familiar with this temperature, and it was Xie Ying'an's.

In less than half a minute, when Qingran regained his strength and opened his eyes again, Xie Ying'an looked inexplicably flustered, he clenched Qingran's hand, his black eyes were full of worry: "You, what's wrong with you? "

"Hypoglycemia." Qingran explained, thought for a while and added: "Most girls will have this problem."

It seems that no matter whether you are fat or thin, you will have this problem. Didn't the "slightly fat" walnut flower fall in the toilet because of hypoglycemia?

Xie Ying'an didn't even know about hypoglycemia?
She whispered in her heart again: Don't boys have hypoglycemia?
Xie Ying'an didn't know if the boy had hypoglycemia, but anyway, he didn't have hypoglycemia, and Li Qingmo, who had been wearing the same pair of pants with him for a long time and only now separated, didn't seem to have blood sugar either.

Xie Yingan didn't let go of Qingran's hand, probably because Ji Yanchen couldn't see it because of the shadow, so he didn't lose his pen this time.

After class, including evening self-study time, Xie Yingan took out her mobile phone and began to inquire about "symptoms or manifestations of hypoglycemia", "how can hypoglycemia be treated?", "how to deal with hypoglycemia", "how is hypoglycemia caused?" ...

Qingran was tired of brushing the questions, and accidentally glanced at Xie Yingan's mobile phone screen during the break: "..."

Gee!
Xie Ying'an wrote down the answers he found in his notebook bit by bit.

When the evening self-study was about to leave school, he raised his forehead and stared at Qingran for a while.

Qingran felt hairy all over when he saw it.

"What's wrong?" She asked while packing her books.

"It's okay..." Xie Ying'an's expression was indifferent, and he obviously said it's okay, and after a minute, he started talking nonsense: "I'll go back later, I really want to drag Li Qingmo to jump into the river..."

Qingran: "..."

Oh day!

She knew that the question of who to save first couldn't be turned so quickly! ! !

　small theater--

　　after many years.

　　Xie Ying'an held Qingran tightly in his arms, and suddenly brought up the old story again: "Your brother and I fell into the river, who do you save first?"

　　Qingran buried her face in his chest, a little helpless: "Xie Ying'an, how many years have passed? You ask me every year, are you childish?"

　　Xie Ying'an leaned over and pressed her up, and her hands became irregular: "I'm not satisfied with this answer..."

　　Qingran pushed him anxiously: "Save you, save you, save you!"

　　In the room, only the young man's hoarse voice full of lust: "It's late..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)