Dressing up as a man: The Revenge Girl is 14 years old

Chapter 11 How to Fight Back
At this time, Pan Qingjue also heard the movement behind him, turned to look at Yu Xia, and wanted to see how he would react.

For Yu Xia, Pan Qingyu was a little angry, not for anything else, but for his weakness.

The more incompetent you are, the more he will bully you. If you resist, I will respect you and help you.But if you keep doing this, you deserve to be bullied.

Thinking of this, Pan Qingjue turned his head again.

Of course, what Pan Qingjue dislikes the most is the kind of bullying people, and this is how he and Xue Yuanjing's Liangzi formed.Although they were all from Mingyang, they had never met each other at all. If it wasn't for the fact that the temple fair couldn't bear him bullying beggars that day, they wouldn't have fought hard, and the result was that Xue Yuanjing was beaten to death.

Although she made up her mind not to meddle in other people's affairs, Pan Qingjue still pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the voice behind her.

"Since Mr. Xue likes my calligraphy so much, then Yu Xia is not talented, so I will give the yellow paper and the clumsy characters to Mr. Xue."

Pan Qingjue grinned, this Yu Xia seemed to be a little better than last time, at least he knew how to fight back.

"Bah! Who do you think you are? I will be rare for your broken characters! This yellow paper is not worthy of wiping my ass."

"Stinky boy, don't think that you can rise to the sky just because someone backs you up. Let me tell you, I want to punish you, and no one can stop you. If you are sensible, you will follow me from now on. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what do you want?" Wen Zhimo said suddenly, standing quietly behind Xue Yuanjing.

Pan Qingjue frowned, unexpectedly he could hold back, Wen Zhimo still couldn't hold back.

Xue Yuanjing trembled in fright, turned his head to Wen Zhimo with a 'hehe' smile and said, "Well, I was joking with Yu Xia! It's all right." After speaking, he ran away in despair.

Wen Zhimo squatted down, picked up the yellow paper on the ground, looked at it, and then handed it to Yu Xia.

Yu Xia blushed again, and said in a low voice, "Brother Wen laughed."

Wen Zhimo didn't say a word, he picked up Yu Xia's case and walked to the front of the lecture hall.

Yu Xia didn't know why, so she hurriedly chased after her.

Wen Zhimo put the desk next to Pan Qingyu, then picked up his own desk, and said, "You sit here, I'll sit in the back."

Yu Xia hurriedly grabbed his arm, "How can this be done?"

Wen Zhimo put down the desk, shook it lightly, and shook off Yu Xia's little hand, "You are so small, because you are sitting in the front seat."

Yu Xia still hesitated and refused to agree. He carefully observed the indifferent Pan Qingjue, but he couldn't see any other expressions on his sharp-edged face.

Yu Xia turned her head back and looked at Wen Zhimo pitifully.

At this time, Pan Qingyu said coldly: "Isn't it just a change of position, just change the person, why do you have to change cases?"

When Wen Zhimo heard this, he felt happy, touched his head, and said in a low voice, "Yes! Why should I change the case?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhimo thought for a while, and then distinguished: "I don't know the reason for this, I am always nostalgic, although it is only a short one or two hours, I have been with this case almost There was a strong bond, so we were inseparable."

Pan Qingyu was amused by Wen Zhimo's naivety, his cheeks were flushed when he smiled, and his eyes were like crescent moons, "Come on! Take your beloved desk and get out to the back."

(End of this chapter)