Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 20 "Think I'm Bullying You?"

Su Yan stared at the homework.

Jiang Ye stared at her.

His gaze fell on her wrist.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It was the first time he discovered that a girl's skin could be so tender. He just squeezed it.

Her wrist turned red, and his fingerprints were obvious.

Su Yan looked over.

Tilting his head slightly and coughing twice, Jiang Ye avoided her, avoiding her sight unnaturally.

Guilty.

"Don't want to write?"

Jiang Ye didn't look at her, his eyes didn't know where to stay, and he asked randomly.

Su Yan answered no, and no answer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he seemed to persuade him: "A lot of after-school exams will actually get similar questions..."

Jiang Ye withdrew his gaze and returned to her face. Su Yanmeng met his heavy eyes, his heart was blocked, and he went to get his homework regardless of the pain in his wrist.

"Then I'll write it."

Jiang Ye curled his lips into a smile, and felt that his head didn't hurt so much. He joked a little: "Reluctantly, do you think I bullied you?"

Su Yan didn't dare to tell the truth, she just shook her head.

Drag the workbook.

Jiang Ye leaned forward suddenly, his face approaching abruptly.

Su Yan was dumbfounded.

Blinked a few times.

He stared blankly at Jiang Ye.

His skin is good, his eyes are bright, his nose bridge is high...

"Like helping me with my homework?" he asked.

Su Yan nodded subconsciously.

"Really?"

Su Yan regained consciousness, "What?"

Jiang Ye's eyes were fixed.

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, so wicked and ruffian.

He paused every word: "You, like, like, help, me, write, do, karma."

Su Yan opened her mouth, just about to say something.

A male voice suddenly exploded in my ear.

"Aye, what are you whispering to Banhua!"

It's Fu Yang.

A palm patted Jiang Ye's shoulder.

Interrupt the conversation between Jiang Ye and Su Yan.

Su Yan hastily turned around with her homework book on her back.

Jiang Ye glanced at Fu Yang with a fierce look in his eyes.

Fu Yang had a thick skin and grinned, "Tell me about it too, I want to hear it."

Zhao Chengcheng leaned over, "I want to too!"

Jiang Ye was too lazy to tell them, rubbed his face, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

Zhao Chengcheng was displeased, "Aren't you brothers anymore? We've kept all this stuff under wraps!"

Jiang Ye tilted his head, looked out of the window, and smiled a little awkwardly: "I won't say anything."

The school bell rang.

Zhao Chengcheng cursed and returned to his seat.

Fu Yang still stood still, "Are you feeling better?"

After sleeping in two classes and one morning self-study, Jiang Ye didn't want to go to the infirmary, no matter how much he persuaded him, it was useless, he didn't want to, and no one could force him.

"It's okay, just go back and sleep again." Jiang Ye said.

Fu Yang nodded, looked at his face, his face was still pale, and reached out to touch his forehead, it was still hot.

"It's best to take some medicine. If it doesn't help, drink cold medicine."

Jiang Ye raised his hand, indicating that he knew.

Zhao Chengcheng leaned over his head and asked, "Aye, do you want to ask for leave? Go home and sleep better."

Jiang Ye shook his head.

I don't know if I am used to sleeping in the classroom, and I fall asleep quickly and more fragrantly.

Zhao Chengcheng shrugged, "Okay then, I'll buy you some medicine at noon, you must take it, otherwise it won't be good if you have a serious fever."

The teacher stepped on the high-heeled shoes and passed by the window.

This class is an art class, and the art teacher is very young and a very attractive female teacher.

Zhao Chengcheng likes to take her class.

The art teacher's surname is Qing and his name is Chun.

Often teased by students.

"Ye Qinghui! Ye Qinghui!"

"Youth is here! Youth welcomes you!"

"I love you, youth!"

The bolder ones, such as shameless Zhao Chengcheng, confessed directly, causing the classroom to burst into cheers and laughter. The classroom was very lively, and the art teacher covered his mouth and laughed.

"Okay——" the teacher patted the blackboard and signaled the students to be quiet, she had something to say.

The students are very face-saving.

The art teacher stood on the podium and said: "Is the brush and ink painting taught in the last class unfinished? I will continue to draw in this class. When the class is over, the monitor will collect it. I will check it."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Teacher Youth, I have a question—"

"I also have youth—"

"youth--"

(End of this chapter)