"It's not your turn to talk about Wen Xien."

The boy's voice was clear and hoarse, and his eyebrows were a little bit arrogant and cold.

After the boy came to his senses, he was the only one left in the corridor. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cursed in wonder: "Who is this? I'm just talking casually, crazy."

The class teacher was willing to let him go only after class.

But even after leaving the office, Wen Xien still did not breathe a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and looked absent-minded.

The shoulder was suddenly hit hard. Before Wen Xien could react, his body became unstable and he actually knocked to the ground.

The place where he was thrown was so painful that the young man held his hands back on the ground, raised his eyelashes, and his expression was still confused and confused.

The young man reacted slowly and stared at the person who knocked him down.

"Are you okay with senior? I'm so embarrassed." The boy's voice was low and timid and immature without any apology.

Ji Liangchuan stood against the light, wrapped in a blue and white school uniform, with one hand in his pocket, looking cynical.

The corridor is so wide and there are not many people, and the force of hitting people is so strong, it is obviously intentional.

Wen Xien ignored him and stood up and patted the ashes on his body.

This ignorant attitude really made Ji Liangchuan angry. He was about to say something when he saw the young man turn around and leave, as if he was a dirty thing!

I'm fucking!

Ji Liangchuan walked over quickly, pressed his shoulder, his expression twisted a little: "I'm talking to you, don't you have fucking ears?"

As the prince of a wealthy family, Ji Liangchuan did not have the gentlemanly demeanor he should have at all. He just spoke swear words, like a gangster.

People passing by the corridor would look here curiously, but when they saw that it was Ji Liangchuan, the little bully, they instantly shrank their heads back and didn't dare to look again.

Compared to his excitement, Wen Xien was particularly calm. He didn't want to say much and said coldly: "Let go."

Not only did Ji Liangchuan not let go, he also increased his strength and pushed him back against the wall, saying harshly: "If I talk to you well, you won't listen. Are you a slut?"

"...I don't know you at all." Wen Xien had a expressionless face.

Ji Liangchuan: “…?”

"Ha?" the young man sneered, his dark face tense and his anger came fiercely.

He felt that he was like a jumping clown in front of the young man at this moment, and now that he didn't know him at all!

The boy has never been so angry. He has been indifferent since he was a child. There is something or something worthy of his anger and such excitement.

Wen Xien saw that the boy was so angry that he seemed to be trying to recite it, and felt helpless: "You can give me some good introduction now, junior."

This is how young people are. The gentle spring breeze is like foam. As long as they do not touch his bottom line, they will give warmth, making people willingly drown in his gentle trap.

No one can resist the young and energetic age.

Ji Liangchuan looked at the young man's gentle eyebrows and eyes, and was rarely at a loss and licked his dry lips.

"Wen Xien, Ji Liangchuan from Class 7, my second-year high school."

The boy was very tall, and when he pressed against Wen Xien, his thin body was completely shrouded by the boy.

Even the breath he exhaled could be clearly felt by Wen Xien.

?          ? I'm done, I'm used to changing 1,000 words a day. Isn't it my life to have 3,000 words a day in the future╥﹏╥

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!