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

Chapter 66 Sorry

Perhaps Tan Jingyang's eyes were too scary at this time, and Yuan Chengwen couldn't help shrinking his head and taking two steps back.

He sniffed, then angrily stuffed the leaflet back into his pocket, and smiled stiffly: "Look, I just said you two had a fight, right?...Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you today. Come again tomorrow!"

While talking, Yuan Chengwen waved at Tan Jingyang and said, "Go back, go back, remember to put a Band-Aid on your hand..."

Seeing Yuan Chengwen's figure gradually disappearing into the depths of the night, Tan Jingyang felt his head hurt even more.

The irritating things have always come together hand in hand, leaving no room for breathing.

Tan Jingyang stayed downstairs for a long time. He only wore a single shirt and let the north wind penetrate into his skin through the thin material to properly cool down his suppressed emotions and tense nerves.

After a night of scribbling, it is dawn when I come back to my senses.

This morning, Tan Jingyang fell asleep in class for the first time. When Ji Zhun saw him early in the morning, he felt that Tan Jingyang had a strong nasal voice and his eyes were red. When he saw the new blood on his hand, his heart tightened.

"How did you do it?" When Ji Zhun spoke, he realized that his voice was a little weak at the moment.

Tan Jingyang dropped his arms under the table without looking at him, and whispered: "It's okay."

Ji Zhun pursed his lips and looked at him, always wanting to wait for his opponent to say something to him again. But Tan Jingyang seemed to be extremely tired, frowning and lying on the table, closing his eyes. Then until the big break, it didn't open again.

Fortunately, the teacher has always been very tolerant of top students. When he saw Tan Jingyang sleeping, he only asked him a few questions with concern and let him go.

The bell rang during the recess, and Ji Zhun saw that Tan Jingyang was still sleeping, so he carefully reached out to touch the keys in his pocket, thinking of having a cigarette in the equipment room.

As soon as his hand touched the pocket of his jacket, Tan Jingyang grabbed him tightly. He opened his eyes suddenly, and when he pressed towards Jizhun, his eyes were still mixed with instinctive anger.

Ji Zhun frowned, and explained hesitantly, "I... want to go to the equipment room."

Tan Jingyang looked at him and was slightly startled. Then he realized who his opponent was, and his eyes dimmed.

At this time, Ji Zhun found that Tan Jingyang's palms were cold, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out. She couldn't help raising her hand to touch his forehead, her face sank instantly:

"You have a fever?"

Tan Jingyang remained silent, only staring deeply into Jizhun's eyes, as if his eyes were peeling him apart inch by inch and drawing out his soul.

Ji Zhun avoided Tan Jingyang's sight and stood up to hug him.

"Let's go to the infirmary first, and then ask for leave from my boss and go back to rest."

"Why did you run last night?"

Tan Jingyang looked up at Ji Zhun without moving. His voice became dry and hoarse due to the fever.

Ji Zhun's eyes froze, and his movements followed suit.

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Tan Jingyang finally sighed, took out the keys from his pocket, threw them on the table, and said lightly: "Remember to lock the door."