Chapter 82
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Song Yaoyao, who had run into the school building, slowed down. She held her heavy backpack and suddenly smiled.
She muttered in a low voice that no one else could hear, "Let's see how you perform then …"
"Brother, are you a thief? What are you mumbling about? Why don't you tell me? "
"Who is it?!"
Song Yaoyao's heart almost stopped beating. She turned her head abruptly and met a pair of smiling eyes.
The boy put his hands in his pockets and smiled at her carelessly.
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and raised her hand.
"Let's make it clear first. Don't hit my face!"
Unexpectedly, Shen Xun immediately took two steps back and narrowed his eyes as a warning.
Song Yaoyao's hand landed on her hair. She fixed her hair that was messed up by Song Wen-chuan and muttered speechlessly, "Classmate Shen, are you awake?"
Didn't her hand hurt? Why did she hit him?
Did this group of people all have persecutory delusions? Shen Xun was one, and Huo Ningxi was another.
She carried her backpack and walked to the classroom. Shen Xun followed behind her step by step. With a band-aid on his face, he looked funny and funny.
However, he acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't even care about the stares of others.
"Don't follow me." Song Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks.
"We agreed that if you won, I would be your follower. Why didn't you keep your word?" Shen Xun complained.
Song Yaoyao was speechless.
This person must be sick in the head!
She walked into the classroom with her head down. Tang Xinrou hadn't arrived yet.
The morning self-study session began. At this time, the teachers wouldn't stare at them.
Self-study was something that didn't exist in the third class.
Song Yaoyao took out the red game console from her backpack and turned it on. She laid on the table and played Airplane Wars.
The highest score was still set by Old Master Huo, which made Song Yaoyao hold her breath and want to break the record.
"Student Song, I didn't expect you to play games in class." Shen Xun leaned on the table and giggled, as if he had discovered a new continent.
Song Yaoyao ignored him and focused on playing the game.
Shen Xun took out his latest handheld game console and played a few rounds. He felt that it was boring. As he listened to the sound of Song Yaoyao's crappy game console, his heart itched.
He couldn't help but poke her back.
"Classmate, can you let me play with it?"
Han Jun rolled his eyes fiercely. Was his Brother Xun possessed or something? Things were getting more and more fishy.
"No."
As expected, Song Yaoyao mercilessly rejected him.
"Hey, don't be so heartless ~"
Song Yaoyao's hand trembled, and the plane crashed into the wall.
A string of English words popped out.
Failure!
She pulled a long face and turned around slowly. "Shen Xun, do you want to die?"
"Hmm —"
Shen Xun lay on the table with drooping eyes.
"I don't really want to die, but I don't really want to live either."
Slap —
Han Jun's eyelids twitched as he watched the book on Brother Xun's face slide down bit by bit.
He thought to himself, It's over.
Song Yaoyao repeatedly challenged Brother Xun's patience. His patience was probably running out now, wasn't it? If he really got angry —
"Wow, classmate, you're so irritable!"
Han Jun: "…"
Shen Xun rubbed his face. "Can you let me play with your game console once?"
Song Yaoyao: "???"
"I can pay. 100 yuan per round."
Song Yaoyao slapped the game console in front of him and smiled sweetly.
"Deal."
Han Jun couldn't bear to watch as Shen Xun took out a stack of notes and stuffed them into Song Yaoyao's hands. He happily took the game console, but his face was full of question marks.
Was the latest game console not fun enough, or was it too much money?
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