The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

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"Hey, what do I think of this classmate Su Yan is not the kind of person who stomps two boats."

Cheng Xingyang took a sip of him

"Did you forget that Brother Jiang entered the hospital with alcoholism last night?"

The man sighed when he thought of the decadence and madness that Jiang Jiang had never seen before

"I'm not saying this just in case, what if it is misunderstood?

Have you ever seen Brother Jiang hurt so much about her heart?

Besides, I always feel that Brother Jiang's vision is not so bad. "

The man casually said, Cheng Xingyang frowned.

Watching Su Yan's back disappear completely at the corner of the stairs.

Cheng Xingyang suddenly strode forward toward the teaching building.

The man froze

"Ah, hey, where are you going ?! Didn't you go to see Jiang?"

Another friend said

"I guess I went to find Su Yan, right?"

"What did I just say, did he listen?"

"should."

# 高二 三班 门口 #

Su Yan just shouted a report and was ready to walk in.

As a result, Cheng Xingyang's voice came from behind.

"Su Yan!"

Tell her to step back and look back.

At this time, the teacher and a group of students all looked over.

Cheng Xingyang took a notebook and a pen from the table next to him.

A string of numbers was written on the paper, torn off and tucked into Su Yan's arms.

There is no laughter in the molding eyes, but a look

"His mobile number."

Su Yan glanced down at the note in his hand, then a slight smile appeared on his face.

Fufeng blew, blowing hair on her shoulders.

Voice is still soft

"Thank you"

Cheng Xingyang nodded, didn't say anything, and went back the same way.

As soon as Su Yan turned around, everyone was watching her.

Or all curious, whose note is the note in her hand?

The teacher knocked on the desk,

"Well, let's move on."

Su Yan returned to his seat and sat down, looking at the note in his hand, a messy number.

She twitched softly.

By the end of the class, before a crowd of students came around to ask questions, she had gone out with her mobile phone.

Dial the number on the note.

There was no answer from the phone for a long time.

After a while, she dialed the second.

The second phone beep also sounded for a long time.

She looked at the note and stared for a moment.

Just before putting down the phone, the phone was finally picked up.

A hoarse mixed with impatience

"Who?"

Su Yan stood at the corner of the promenade, his voice soft

"Jiang Ran, it's me."

After she spoke, there was no movement on the phone for a long time.

Su Yan thought she didn't hear her.

And then obediently made up a sentence

"I'm Su Yan."

After a long time, the opposite voice was hoarse

"Something?"

"Your umbrella is still with me, how can I return it to you?"

Can't hear any emotions across

"Don't pay it back, just throw it if you don't want it."

Su Yan stopped talking.

"I ..., OK, OK."

Finally agreed obediently.

She wanted to ask if she had said something very hurt yesterday.

But listening to his tone, it didn't seem to want to talk to himself.

They fell silent.

Su Yan holds the phone and speaks out

"I have nothing else to do."

Opposite voice

"Yep"

Su Yan held the phone and hung up.

Then stared at his cell phone for a while, then put it away and went to the class.