C6 The Bow Is Pretty

"Long time no see?"

". . . "Long time no see my ass!

Qii Chu held back his laughter and turned around. He looked at the two of them. Yeah? Do the two of you know each other?"

"No!"

"I know each other. "

Qii Chu rolled his eyes and looked between the two of them. It had been a long time since he had seen Ruan Tang reject someone so much. This guy was quite capable.

Ignoring Qii Chu's strange gaze, Ruan Tang turned his head and looked at Qiao Yihuan. "You, move quickly. Stand up and walk forward. The first row of people, Old Ben, has arranged three golden areas for you. You can go anywhere you want. Don't get in my way. "

Qiao Yihuan's smiling gaze did not change. However, his eyes darkened for a moment. "You have people here?"

"No one. " No one did not mean that he could give you a seat.

"Oh, then I'll sit here. "

"What the f * ck. . . " Don't tell me you don't understand human language. . .

Qii Chu held back his laughter and turned his head to the table. His shoulders were shaking from laughing. It had been a long time since he had seen someone like Ruan Tang. It seemed like this semester was going to be interesting.

"I'm allergic to chalk dust. " Qiao Yihuan shrugged. He wanted to use this excuse to the end. Anyway, he would sit here and wait.

Ruan Tang almost vomited blood. Pink dust? Are you kidding me? He gritted his teeth and grinned hideously. "Alright, if you want to sit here by yourself, don't move away. Don't regret moving away. I look down on you.

New, new! "

Hearing the sound, Qii Chu hurriedly grabbed the curtain and threw it backwards. He accurately wrapped it around Ruan Tang, who was about to explode. My goodness! Although this form teacher was not that reliable, At least it was still time for class. Calm down a bit.

Ruan Tang, whose face was covered by the curtain, was stunned for a while. He pulled open the curtain and kicked Qii Chu hard, as if he was asking: What are you doing?

Qii Chu smiled. "Hehe, class time. "

Ruan Tang curled his lips. He pulled down his tie and tied up the curtains. He lay down in the curtains and slept. He could not see or feel annoyed. He might as well wake up first.

Qiao Yihuan, who was beside him, was stunned. He saw that Ruan Tang did not seem to want to talk to him, so he did not ask for trouble. He turned his head and started to look at the classroom that he might spend the next two years in.

How did he get expelled from two schools? Oh, right, it was a fight. Those students were crippled by him for the rest of their lives.

A sarcastic smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were filled with coldness. He didn't know how long this school could last.

If he was expelled again this time, that person wouldn't find a school for him, right? In any case, no matter how many schools he found, he would not go to school. It was just a matter of time.

His ink-colored eyes were filled with endless deathly stillness. It was cold to the point that there was not a trace of emotion. It seemed as if everything in his sight was dead.

He did not listen to what the form teacher was saying on the podium, nor did he care about what the people in the class were discussing. He tilted his head and his gaze stopped on the curtain that was wrapped in a strange shape. His ink-black pupils suddenly became stagnant.

This person was simply a talent. Qiao Yihuan carefully reached out his hand and grabbed the black tie tied to the curtain.

. . .

When the bell rang, Ruan Tang woke up. He skillfully reached out his hand to pull the tie tied to the curtain, but he could not open it for a long time. He was stunned. "Qii, untie the tie for me!"

Qii Chu, who was inexplicably lying on the ground with a gun, was stunned by the roar. He turned his head and saw a very delicate and beautiful bow tie tied to the curtain.

"Pffft. . . Hahahahaha, Tangtang, you have such a hobby? This bow tie is pretty. "

Ruan Tang was stunned. "What bow?"