Chen Jia just lowered his eyelashes and stared at the mineral water in a dim and unclear manner.

Different from Chen Jian's team, boys wearing white uniforms are looking forward to each other. Wouldn't Wen Xien have a good relationship with Brother Mu?

They were waiting in the basketball court, but Makino came in a short while.

Seeing that Muye's face was soft, several boys joked, and looked at him with an ambiguous look.

Muye smiled and let them scream. When packing things, a boy came up with a smile: "Brother Mu, are you interested in that academic master?"

The boy behind him burst into laughter.

Makino touched his short hair, carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, and looked lazy: "You're just talking nonsense."

The boy knew that Muye didn't want to talk about this topic, so Cancan changed the topic: "Brother Mu, aren't you having a good relationship with Wen Xien? Why didn't you see him bring you water?"

"He's back home," Makino said as he walked.

The boy looked surprised: "No, I just saw him delivering water to Chen Jia from Class 3."

Makino stopped suddenly, looked sideways, and asked expressionlessly: "What did you say?"

The boy was frightened by his eyes and stuttered: "I... I did see him delivering water to Chen Jia just now. If you don't believe me, you can ask them, I, I'm not talking nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Muye's face turned dark and he was in a bad mood. He frowned irritably and clenched his teeth.

What is this? Seeing that he has no time to play, he has time to deliver water to others?

Wen Xien, you are so good!

Seeing that Muye's eyes became more and more terrifying, the boy shouted weakly: "Brother Mu."

Makino ignored him and continued to move forward, but his expression was no longer lazy, adding a little gloomy.

Just after morning self-study, Wen Xien noticed a sensation in the back table, so Makino moved the stool next to him. There was also a large position outside and would not block others' paths.

The young man sat straight and upright, with a material book spread on the table, and his side face was snow-white and beautiful.

Makino took away the book on his desk without saying a word, and was satisfied when he saw that the young man's eyes finally moved to him, but it was only a little bit.

Makino frowned, his whole face looked fierce, full of oppression, and his tone was cold: "Where did you go from school yesterday afternoon?"

"I'm back home." Wen Xien didn't want to say much. He wanted to grab the information book, so Makino stretched his arms high. The young man had long hands and feet, and Wen Xien couldn't even touch them.

Makino suppressed his unhappiness and aggravated his tone: "I'm asking where you went after school."

The young man was helpless. He sighed and said in a warm voice: "Makino, I am different from you. I am not a special student nor an art student. I don't have time to waste with you."

Makino was very nice to Wen Xien, so good that he had to think about it. He thought he was different in Makino's mind, but reality made Wen Xien suddenly awake. He subconsciously forgot about unpleasant things, as if they hadn't happened. This was also the way Wen Xien escaped as usual, because he didn't know how to face it.

Makino sneered, with a pair of eyes hidden, and said in an unknown way: "If you don't have time to waste with me? Is it right to have time to waste with others?"

Wen Xien was not angry about his sarcastic words, but just shouted softly: "Makino."

This sound made Muye's heart softer, but he was very irritable again, so he pinched the young man's face hard, and red marks suddenly appeared on his snow-white skin.

Makino scolded: "A conscienceless guy."

?         ?I changed the opening article yesterday and will be posted in a few days.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!