What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 58 Farce

A layer of white frost had condensed on the windows of the old equipment room, blocking the sunlight, so that the room was still dark and hazy.

Ji Zhun chewed a piece of bubble gum in his mouth, found a piece of scrap newspaper, wiped a circle on the glass, and looked outside.

It was lunch break at this time, and there was no one on the playground. After all, high school is full of academic pressure, and almost everyone is in a state of long-term sleep deprivation.

At this moment, most people chose to take the time to finish their meal and lie down in the classroom to catch up on their sleep.

Of course, there are also some energetic people, such as Sun Pei and others. Whenever you can find a little loophole, you have to hold the ball and run outside a few times.

"Hey, do you still drink?"

Behind him, Tan Jingyang leaned in front of the mottled and faded wooden frame, holding the coffee Ji Zhun just bought in his left hand and shaking it at him.

"No, my throat is sore." Ji Zhun yawned, turned around, and sat on the table with a slight jump. Swinging his long legs, he squinted his eyes to catch a ray of sunlight from the mark he made, like a satisfied cat wagging its tail.

Tan Jingyang lowered her eyes, and didn't bother to blame him for wasting.

He took a sip from the coffee cup he used as if he had been used to it for a long time, and immediately frowned and said, "It's so bitter, it's made like milk tea by you." Looking at the tabletop, looking at Tan Jingyang feeling uncomfortable with the coffee but reluctant to throw it away, he blew a bubble.

"Why didn't you say it was your birthday on Sunday?" Ji Zhun's casual tone was somewhat dissatisfied.

Tan Jingyang, who was reading a book, was slightly taken aback when he heard the words:

"How do you know?"

"Didn't you fix our class information sheet after school?" Ji Zhun half-raised his eyes and said calmly, "I took aim." "

Oh ." Tan Jingyang nodded and smiled, then closed the book and walked towards Jizhun, saying in a warm voice, "Give me a cigarette. I'll finish it and go back."

"Tsk, I'm asking you something." Ji Zhun frowned, waved away Tan Jingyang's hand holding the cigarette, stared at him and said, "Why don't you say anything?"

Tan Jingyang looked at Ji Zhun and was silent for a moment, then said in a good voice He explained: "I don't celebrate birthdays very much, so I didn't take it too seriously."

After speaking, he went straight to Jizhun's trouser pocket to take out the cigarette case.

Ji Zhun's thigh was touched unexpectedly. Even through the cloth, he still trembled suddenly. He quickly jumped up from the table and cursed: "Fuck, you are your own person now, right?" "What are you doing

? It's like a cat whose tail has been stepped on."

Tan Jingyang was amused by Ji Zhun's reaction, turned his head to light the cigarette in his mouth, and let out a breath between his fingers.

Seeing that Jizhun still had a cold face, he couldn't help but reached out and touched the other person's head, and said in a slower voice: "Sure, it's my fault. So what gift are you planning to give me, classmate Nao Nao?" Jizhun avoided it

. Tan Jingyang's hand raised his eyebrows frivolously, and he said with a scumbag tone: "Then it depends on what you want, Xiao Yangyang? Don't worry, I can afford it." "Can...afford it?" Tan Jingyang looked