Chapter 23

The cafe outside the school.

The transparent glass windows give a panoramic view of the environment inside.

In the elegant retro style environment, famous paintings of masters from all over the world are displayed on the walls, hollowed out antique flower tables and chairs, gurgling water like music is playing in the sound, and the aroma of coffee beans is permeated in the air.

Having a cup of coffee here is definitely a double enjoyment of sight and smell.

And in the window seat sat two equally outstanding teenagers.

The boy in the white shirt looks cold and picturesque, and his long white fingers stir the coffee in front of him.

The boy opposite him was dressed in a water blue shirt with buttons tied irregularly, revealing his delicate and sexy neck and clavicle. He leaned lazily on the chair and put the leg in plaster aside.

"Xi Muhan, you have raised your hatred value to me this time!"

Xi Muhan released the spoon in his hand, picked up the tissue and slowly wiped his hands, "don't you always want to change to the first class?"

He leaned back on the chair, his face was light and his eyelashes were slightly drooping, which covered up the streamer in his pupils and made him look unfathomable.

"I'll transfer you to class one. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"Thank you for your leg!" Huangfujing slapped his thigh fiercely, but forgot that there was plaster on his leg.

The plaster vibrated and stung the injured leg. He screamed in pain. For a moment, he lost your temperament. Instead, he looked like... Diao silk

While touching his leg painfully, he looked at Xi Muhan painfully.

"Don't tell me that you don't know that I don't agree with Ouyang HaoChen. This shift will probably hate me even more."

"Anyway, you two's hate value has already been raised. It's nothing to add any more."

That's right, but who's willing to take the blame for nothing?

Xi Muhan took a look at the indignant Huangfu Jing and said slowly, "besides, you two can avoid meeting in the future by changing shifts, so you should thank me."

“……”

Huangfujing almost thought that Xi Muhan was really thinking about him.

However, things have become a foregone conclusion, hatred has been pulled out, and it is useless for him to complain again.

Patting his leg gently, huangfujing looked at him, his eyes twinkling with the color of gossip, "Muhan, please don't tell me that you plan to have a week's military training in the school, and live in the school."

Xi Muhan squinted at him, "is there a problem?"

Of course, there are problems.

When they went to junior high school together in the United States, Xi Muhan asked for leave because of his health.

And for so many years, he didn't see Xi Muhan go to PE class.

So he couldn't imagine Xi Muhan going to military training.

If it wasn't for the plaster cast on his legs and the need for people to help him walk, he would really like to go to school.

……

When Yu Qiqi and his party returned to the dormitory, Jiang Shanshan sat on the bed and looked in the mirror.

Seeing them come in, Jiang Shanshan disdains to give them even a look. She turns her face to the wall.

Xiang Nan hates Jiang Shanshan's scornful attitude most. A nameless fire rises in his chest. When he wants to wave his fist to show her, his wrist is caught.

Looking at Nan, looking at the person holding her wrist, "seven seven..."

Yu Qiqi tightly clenched her hand and said with profound meaning: "Xiang Nan, the best way to hate a person is not to use fists, but to ignore them."