Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

Xiao Yin dragged Hang Yiwei out directly.

Hang Yiwei was in a mess and couldn't figure out a thought, so he simply let him be dragged out like this. He didn't know why he didn't get No.1, since his handwriting was so good.

He is the number one recognized by almost everyone.

"Why are you in a daze?" Xiao Yin suddenly reached out and poked him on the face.

Hang Yiwei waved his hand away impatiently, "Don't tease me, annoying!"

With his head down, he raised his feet and rushed forward.

Xiao Yin grabbed his back collar with one hand, "Did I let you go?"

"You fucking never finish!"

Hang Yiwei suddenly turned around and stared at Xiao Yin viciously.

Like a furry hedgehog.

Xiao Yin looked at Hang Yiwei standing in front of him with a confused expression, then he turned his wrist and put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform, "Little thing with no conscience."

Xiao Yin touched Hang Yiwei's head with one hand, "Wait for Dad to seek justice for you."

Hang Yiwei's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and Xiao Yin's warm palm pressed against his head, why did he look so... like his father?

Before his father died, he had enjoyed the luxury of father's love anyway.

Looking at Xiao Yin's calm face, Hang Yiwei suddenly came back to his senses, and then clearly realized that he was probably sick.I must have heard too much about 'Dad' in the past two days.

"No need, this is my business." Hang Yiwei frowned awkwardly.

Seeing him like that, Xiao Yin laughed lowly, "Aren't you going to lose your temper with me?"

Hang Yiwei's face was a little tense, and his delicate brows frowned instantly. He didn't want to lose his temper with Xiao Yin at all. This was his own business, and it had nothing to do with other people. It doesn't count if he rushes to the gun, and wants to grab it directly, can he not lose his temper?

"What do you want to do..." Hang Yiwei asked him holding his breath.

"Huh? Help you get justice." Xiao Yin said it as a matter of course.

Hang Yiwei glanced at him, "How do you want to play with me?"

Xiao Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, "When did I 'play' with you?"

When Xiao Yin said that he had played with two words, his tone made Hang Yiwei uncomfortable. These two words seemed to have a deep meaning.Hang Yiwei frowned even tighter. He didn't know what Xiao Yin wanted to do. They were not even friends, so Xiao Yin couldn't help him.Hang Yiwei stared at him for a long time, then turned and ran away in silence.

He was too lazy to play such word games with Xiao Yin.The group of people in their experimental class spoke louder than each other.There was a big cleaning before, and a girl in their experimental class insisted on arguing with the age director for two hours because of the unfair division of cleaning areas. From the French Revolution to socialist values, she didn't even breathe.

Xiao Yin looked at his back, who was almost running away, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily. This little bastard is quite cute.Actually said how he wanted to play with him, Xiao Yin clicked his tongue, and didn't see if he could stand up to play with him.

The commendation meeting behind him was also over, Xiao Yin glanced sideways at the people who came out one after another, the people in the experimental class also walked out in a group, and the one walking in the front was Zhang Yang holding the certificate of honor.

Zhang Yang is very thin, a bit dark, 168 cm tall, with a pair of inferior glasses on the bridge of his nose. For some reason, he has a gloomy expression on his face, which makes people look particularly uncomfortable.

Xueba has been praised like a genius by this crappy school in the past few years.

Xiao Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, turned and left expressionlessly.