"How could you do that to Han Qing?"

After listening to Yan Yeyi's words, one of the classmates who had eaten "God's Heart and Jesus' Gut" whispered in annoyance.

Suddenly the whole class was quiet and the air seemed to condense.

Classmate, your heart is still kind, but...

It’s not the right time to be kind, and I can’t guarantee what Yan Ye will do to you. My childish heart, I’m so sorry! Amen

But…

The thing seemed to be less terrifying than everyone imagined. Yan Yeyi, who had been domineering and unruly just a second ago, suddenly returned to his seat with a depressed face.

"Haha...I...I will take revenge on him."

After scanning the classmates in the classroom, I stopped at Teacher Yan Jia and looked at her dark eyes like a whirlpool.

I really can’t figure out so many things, why, everything is so messed up, how come there are so many secrets in this world, and why I’m so curious, it’s really self-destructive to my brain cells.

"Go back to your seat." Teacher Yan Jia gave me a stern look and raised the teaching whip to whip it down.

"How dare you?" Before the whip fell, he was stopped by an angry voice.

Yan Yeyi has really mutated? Normally, when the teacher whips him off, he doesn’t even have time to snicker. Why is he so abnormal today?

"Ahem... let's continue the class." Teacher Yan Jia pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses, glanced at Yan Yeyi helplessly, and then wrote her astronomy and geography on the blackboard

I returned to my seat in confusion. The first thing I did was to check if there were any pranks, but I found that everything had been neatly arranged by Yan Yeyi, and the desk was spotlessly clean.

And the window was opened a moderate crack.

And Yan Yeyi went to sleep again.

Sitting back on the stool, I looked outside the window in early winter. The vicissitudes of the old maple tree looked like an old man in his dying years.

Even though there are still maple leaves on the trees, the vibrant red color looks a bit dull, like a moth about to die.

The morning air is fresh and a bit cold, giving people a dark and sad feeling of loneliness.

There is no sunshine today, the white sky is gray and lonely

The whole artistic conception has a non-mainstream aesthetic and sad feeling.

In this quiet early winter, I am most sentimental and afraid of loneliness.

I withdrew my gaze and looked at Yan Yeyi, who was lying on the table and looking at me quietly. He was a bit well-behaved and his amber pupils were very clear.
Chapter completed!