Host, You're Targeted

TingYang chased out to find Tingyuan and found Tingyuan in the corridor between the front hall of the school and the classroom room.

Tingyuan was squatting with his back against the pillar. If he had not been dressed in goose yellow clothes today, TingYang would not have been able to find him.

Tingyuan is too thin.

Even if it is completely transformed into human form, there is still a shadow of malnutrition.

His limbs were so slender that his wrists and ankles were so thin that they could be broken with a single force.

Tingyuan sits on the stairs beside the column, holding both legs and closing himself.

It's over. It's over. He makes Yanhuai angry. Can he survive today?

If he can't live today, Max must cherish his memory in the end of this task interface!

MAX：“…… MDZZ！”

TingYang stood on the porch of the teaching room, looked left and right, but could not see Tingyuan's figure. He planned to look outside.

Just as he was about to cross the courtyard in the middle of the room, he caught a small piece of goose yellow cloth from the corner of his eye.

Goose yellow cloth is floating in the wind behind the vermilion pillars, which can be identified as a person.

With a sigh of relief, TingYang went back to the corridor with his sword and walked along the corridor.

"Ah." TingYang goes to the stairs and looks at the court yuan with his sword.

Tingyuan is covering his face and worried. Hearing TingYang's voice, he doesn't know whether he is joking or caring. He just gives him a look, and there is no afterword.

TingYang did not wait for his response, he called his name: "court yuan."

Tingyuan rubbed his face with both hands and looked up at him with bitter face. He stretched out the ending and asked bitterly, "why --"

"can't I call you yet?" TingYang stood down a staircase and stepped on the top of the stairs where Tingyuan was sitting.

Tingyuan sighed and rubbed his cheek hard. He didn't give TingYang a look.

Before TingYang came, Tingyuan grabbed his hair. His hair was not tied tightly. Now his forehead is loose.

TingYang holding the sword and looking at this young bookboy who is still a child in his heart, he suddenly feels that he is also very cute.

The forehead in front of the court yuan spread a few wisps down, hanging in front of his forehead and temples.

Coupled with his bitter expression, there was a sense of desperation and despair in his disorder.

TingYang suddenly wanted to laugh.

According to his understanding of his son, he was not angry just now, but let him go out for the sake of court yuan's good.

After all, other people's whispers are all around the court yuan.

It's just that the tone of his son's speech is too cold, and the expression on his face is also cold, which may make the child misunderstand.

"I haven't asked you yet. What are you doing?" TingYang stabbed xiatingyuan's leg with his sword handle, "what are you doing here? Shy? "

"No!" Court yuan sits up straight, stares at TingYang, drum up a breath, just about to speak, it is discouraged.

He waved helplessly and leaned his head against the pillar with a dull face.

"You don't understand." Tingyuan said feebly, "after I was driven out of the mansion, I remember to give me more money. If I die, will you burn more paper money for me, too

TingYang finally couldn't help laughing.

He played on Tingyuan's forehead and said angrily, "what are you talking about?"

Tingyuan's head was tilted back, his eyes were empty, and he looked at him blankly.

"Otherwise, you give me a move to make you happy?"