C2 Lori Was a Lackey

"What did you say? Lan Yan handsome? Don't you think I'm more handsome? How was Lan Yan so handsome? What a big block of ice!" Nangong Feng was unhappy. He pouted and rolled his eyes. He was the second most handsome student on campus and could not compare to Mo Fann. How could he not even compare to this cold facial paralysis?!

Lo Xiaoli was amused by this funny expression. His eyes narrowed and he began to shake his shoulders. He obviously wanted to laugh.

"Hey, what's so funny? Laugh. Don't get any more internal injuries." Nangong Feng made Lo Xiaoli laugh a little embarrassedly. He used his right hand to rub his head, and the tips of his ears were red. Lo Xiaoli was good-looking. He was not tall, but his legs were especially long, his waist was thin, and his butt was raised. He must have a good feeling. He had a pair of slightly raised peach blossom eyes, which were long and narrow, and his pupils were very black. It was said that this kind of black and white eyes would have good luck. Furthermore, it was said that the person who had this kind of clear eyes had a good character. He was innocent, his small mouth was pink, and his teeth were really white. Damn, it was too embarrassing. Little brother had to raise his head. He quickly covered his legs with his school uniform.

Mo Fann watched them interact from behind. He felt that it was necessary to interfere. He put one hand in his pocket and slowly walked over with his long legs.

"Then do you think I'm handsome?"

Lo Xiaoli looked at the enlarged human face in front of him and leaned back in fright. He leaned against the man's arm, which was propped on the chair, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face.

Lo Xiaoli felt like he was being flirted with, and his heart was beating rapidly. His voice was very nice, low and hoarse, especially seductive, and he was so good-looking.

"How is it? Can I?" Mo Fann lowered his head, and a low but magnetic voice sounded in Lo Xiaoli's ears, causing his heart to beat faster.

But Lo Xiaoli tilted his head and thought for a moment. Could he? What did that mean? How should he answer? If he said no, wouldn't he have no classmate love? If he said yes? Then what could he do?

Mo Fann saw Lo Xiaoli tilting his head as if he was thinking about life. He knocked on Lo Xiaoli's head in amusement. His hair was so soft. A person with soft hair had a good temper. Hmm, not bad!

"What's wrong? Am I not handsome enough?" Mo Fann half-raised his body and looked at Lo Xiaoli with a gentle gaze, but the corner of his mouth curled up in a seductive smile.

"So handsome!" The person in front of him had a firm edge and a gentle gaze. When he looked at him, he felt as if his body was going to melt. What should he do? He felt like he was being flirted with. What should he do? [I am so shy and so handsome! I really want to kiss him...]

"How handsome? Is Lan Yan handsome or am I handsome?" Mo Fann was trying to lure Lo Xiaoli. He could not let the little loli get too close to Lan Yan. Although Lan Yan did not have a ranking on the School Grass Ranking, the main reason was that Lan Yan was too cold, not easy to approach, and not friendly to the people. That was why he was not on the ranking. In fact, Lan Yan was the strongest opponent.

"Lan Yan is my deskmate, and the relationship between deskmates must be the best!" Lo Xiaoli emphasized weakly, his shoulders trembling.

Mo Fann could see that Lo Xiaoli was a little nervous. Although he had tried his best to speak as gently as possible, he still needed time to restrain his aura. His sharp eyes would appear from time to time. Mo Fann reached out his hand and gently kneaded Lo Xiaoli's shoulder. His fingers lightly touched Lo Xiaoli's spine, causing Lo Xiaoli to feel a strange numbness: "Don't be afraid, I'm just asking. Don't be nervous."

Mo Fann smiled very warmly, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared. Lo Xiaoli heaved a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "You scared me to death. I thought you and Lan Yan were enemies!"

"Heh, then what if we are enemies?"

"I will definitely side with Lan Yan." Lo Xiaoli straightened his back, his eyes burning with determination.

Mo Fann frowned. It was only one class, how could he be so successful?

"Why?"

"He's my deskmate. We should be the best!"

The moment Lan Yan entered the room, he saw the second fool, Lo Xiaoli, who swore that his deskmate was the best. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Who said that your deskmate is the best?"

A pleasant voice sounded above his head. Lo Xiaoli hurriedly raised his head and saw Lan Yan with a low pressure and an impatient expression.

But who was Lo Xiaoli? He couldn't be a coward. This road to becoming friends with his deskmate was still a long way to go! He must not be discouraged. He roused himself and revealed his white teeth. He smiled brightly and immediately stood up to give up his seat to Lan Yan, calling him a lackey.

"Lan Yan, Lan Yan, take a seat."

"Hmm, what are you all doing here?"

"Lan Yan, don't be so cold. We're all good classmates, do you understand? You have to get along with each other and have the love of a classmate! "Lo Xiaoli's face was stiff as he lectured him bit by bit.

"Lan Yan, don't be silent. Hey, hey, why are you carrying me again..." Long-winded words came out of Lo Xiaoli's pink little mouth word by word.

Nangong Feng was convinced. This little thing was a chatterbox. It was too talkative and funny. Lan Yan, this ice cube, was going to suffer.

"Lan Yan, if you find it annoying, let's change tables." Mo Fann decisively threw out an olive branch. Changing Lo Xiaoli away was the right thing to do. Otherwise, the result might go astray!

"Oh? Don't you find it annoying? Who else wants to sit at the same table as Nangong Feng?" Lan Yan narrowed his eyes and turned around to look at Mo Fann, who was still holding Lo Xiaoli in his arms.

Nangong Feng said that he was just a victim. He did not steal anyone! I won't say anything. Don't implicate me!

"It's usually too quiet and boring. This little guy is very interesting. With him by my side, it will be very fun. I like it." Mo Fann smiled innocently.

Lo Xiaoli was stunned. What was going on? Am I going to change tables? No, I like Lan Yan so much. To be able to make friends with such a cool person is awesome. I still have to take down the iceberg!

"I won't change! I want to sit at the same table as Lan Yan." Lo Xiaoli was the first to protest. Why should you decide? I just won't change.

"You don't want to change?" Mo Fann could not hold it in anymore. His tone was a little bad, but he still asked with a smile.

Lo Xiaoli looked at the person who was gritting his teeth and smiling. Why was he a little afraid? The boy's sixth sense told him that this man was dangerous, and that his deskmate was more reliable. He could not change him, or he would lose his life.

"Did you hear that? The chatterbox said that he won't change his deskmate. You guys go back. Don't disturb me!" Lan Yan frowned and chased them away.

Nangong Feng was the first to turn around. Before he turned around, he did not forget to bend down and mutter softly into Lo Xiaoli's ear, "Remember to have lunch together!" Then, he elegantly left Lo Xiaoli with a cool back.

What's going on? I have to eat with my deskmate, and I also have to cultivate my feelings. It's fine if we go together, right? [Hmm. That's it. My deskmate won't be happy, will he?] [He doesn't seem to be a good friend!] [Oh, never mind. I am such a classmate after all. Let's help him develop his interpersonal relationship!] Oh, let's go together!

Lan Yan watched Lo Xiaoli frown, his eyebrows fight, then stretch out, then fight, and his little mouth opened and closed as he muttered, what classmate love, what interpersonal relationships, what together, what unsociable, what a little chatterbox, a child with an expression-changing function. The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, and he went back to sleep on the table.

It seemed good to have such a deskmate. Watching him murmuring, talking to himself, and changing his face in Sichuan seemed to be a kind of fun, as long as he didn't attract attention.