Yicheng High School, the classroom of Class 34.

Zheng Tinghe looked around and made sure that his new deskmate was scolding him.

"Rogue?" Zheng Tinghe pointed at himself, "Me?"

Who doesn’t know that Zheng Tinghe is an upright gentleman?

Even in his next life, words like gangster and pervert have nothing to do with him.

Because he is not interested in women.

Wu Le, who was sitting in the back, was also shocked. He didn't expect that this gangster would actually chase him here.

"What are you doing other than being a gangster?"

Wu Le spoke righteously and was filled with righteous indignation.

But he is really handsome.

Zheng Tinghe turned his head, glanced at Wu Le, and raised his eyebrows: "What did I do? Calling me a gangster when we first met, is that a bit too much?"

"Okay, you still pretend not to know us!"

When Wu Le heard this, he pointed at Zheng Tinghe and gritted his teeth.

"You don't know what you did that night?"

……

"You mean, I kissed her?"

From Wu Le's words, Zheng Tinghe understood the situation clearly, and he pointed at Ning Yu in disbelief.

"Asshole, please keep your voice down!"

Ning Yu's face suddenly turned red, and she hit Zheng Tinghe's hand hard.

Zheng Tinghe took back his hand in pain, sneered and shook his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I'm not interested in women, how can I kiss you?"

"I was obviously with Ye Yao that night, so how could I find the time to kiss you?"

Zheng Tinghe didn't want to admit this at all, and shook his head vigorously, as if trying to convince himself.

"Dare to do it but dare not admit it?"

Wu Le snorted coldly and pointed at the slap mark on Zheng Tinghe's face that could no longer be seen without looking carefully.

"The evidence is still in your face."

Zheng Tinghe touched the left side of his face and the corner of his eye twitched twice.

"Did you hit me?"

Zheng Tinghe asked Ning Yu awkwardly.

Ning Yu blushed and ignored him.

Zheng Tinghe finally understood why Ning Yu looked like a frightened rabbit when he sat down.

Damn, what is this?

Aren’t your wines always good?

How could such a thing be done?

I can only say that the slap I received was not unjust.

Also, no wonder I think this girl looks familiar.

At this time, the school bell rang and the math teacher walked into the classroom.

Zheng Tinghe didn't have the consciousness to speak at all since he was in class and had to listen carefully. He lay on the table and poked Ning Yu's arm: "I'm sorry."

Zheng Tinghe is a person who dares to take action. If he does something wrong, he has to apologize and admit his mistake. As for making corrections, he can only talk about it.

Ning Yu retracted her arm: "Don't touch me."

Scared.

What should I do if he kisses me again?

Zheng Tinghe smiled bitterly: "I drank too much that night. I really don't remember. I'm really sorry. If you're still angry, you can just hit me again."

Ning Yu glared at Zheng Tinghe fiercely: "Don't disturb my lecture."

Zheng Tinghe curled his lips and wanted to say something. The old man teaching mathematics on the podium coughed: "Some students don't listen to the class, so don't disturb the students who want to study."

Zheng Tinghe raised his head and glanced at the podium. As expected, the math teacher's eyes fell on him.

He shrugged and leaned back on the table.

Ning Yu saw Zheng Tinghe stopped and continued to look at the blackboard, listening carefully to the math teacher's lecture.

After a while, a paper ball was thrown on her table.

She glanced at Zheng Tinghe curiously. Zheng Tinghe borrowed this ball of paper from the guy at the back table, and even the pen.

All I can say is that this person doesn’t look like he’s coming to class at all.

On the first day of the new school, I didn’t carry my schoolbag, my previous textbooks, and even my pen.

Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows at Ning Yu and motioned for her to read the note.

Ning Yu pursed her lips and opened the paper ball.

Dragons and phoenixes are dancing, iron is painted with silver hooks, and pens are flying like dragons and snakes.

The handwriting is good and beautiful, as beautiful as the person.

This is the first impression in Ning Yu's mind.

[Don’t be angry, life is like a drama, there is no one to take care of you when you are angry]

[Don’t be angry, you are the one who is angry and sad, leave room for others to be angry]

There are two sentences written on the ball of paper.

Ning Yu couldn't help laughing. She pursed her lips, crumpled the paper into a ball, and stuffed it into the drawer.

Zheng Tinghe couldn't see Ning Yu's expression and saw that Ning Yu still ignored him, so he had no choice but to give up.

He lay on the table and looked at the podium boredly.

The math teacher was teaching a set of papers at this time. Zheng Tinghe definitely didn't have that paper and had never done it. Naturally, he couldn't listen to what the math teacher was talking about.

He yawned and prepared to sleep.

Unexpectedly, a paper was placed in the middle of the two desks.

"Look at me first and listen to the class carefully."

Ning Yu whispered.

Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows, is he no longer angry?

He straightened up and nodded.

"Why didn't you bring anything?"

After listening to the two questions, Ning Yu asked in a low voice.

"Forgot."

Zheng Tinghe replied casually that he had indeed forgotten.

He never had the habit of bringing anything to class before. He always left it in the classroom. It became a habit and he went out directly this morning.

"Oh, why did you change high schools so many times?"

"A change of environment and a change of mood. After all, high school is stressful."

Ning Yu nodded, and the two of them became quiet again.

"Did you really drink too much that night?"

Ning Yu suddenly asked again.

Zheng Tinghe nodded vigorously and said in a helpless tone: "I drank so much that I don't even remember what happened. The next day, I was still wondering why there was a slap mark on my face."

"You drink too much and just let your family fall in love with you?"

Ning Yu's voice was a little aggrieved, and her little mouth pouted softly.

"How is that possible? I have a good drinking capacity and a good taste in wine. I don't know what happened that night. Maybe you are too good-looking?"

Zheng Tinghe touched his chin, his tone hesitant.

"Am I good-looking?"

Ning Yu blinked, her noble and beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Nonsense," Zheng Tinghe laughed. He circled the question on the paper that he didn't understand. "You don't know whether you are good-looking or not? For people like you, adults always praise you for being beautiful and cute since you were young, but

Isn’t that smart?”
To be continued...