MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 781 Sports Students vs Dance Students 15

   Chapter 781 Sports Students vs Dance Students 15

   "It's okay." Pei Huan waved his hand, thoughtfully, "In that case, I'll go first."

   He nodded to Shao Tingbin and strode out.

When    was close, Shao Tingbin smelled a familiar smell on him, his face became colder, and he closed the door: "Mom, don't have contact with them."

  Mother Shao stared at him, and said gently: "Mr. Pei is a good person, don't be too prejudiced."

   Before Shao Tingbin could say anything, Mother Shao lightly changed the subject: "Just in time, my mother will cook for you."

   Shao Tingbin was sullen in his heart.

   When he was a freshman in high school, Shao's mother worked as a nanny in Pei's family. She worked hard for less than three months and was fired.

  There is no reason, I heard that just because the employer's young master is annoying, he easily handles the fate of others.

   I met again later, it was a parent-teacher meeting at the end of the semester in high school.

  Mother Shao complimented Pei Xuyan very much, and could even be said to be servile.

   At that time, the boy was sitting in the last row, and many classmates were surrounding him, all the stars were holding the moon, wearing a bluetooth headset, playing games, raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and said, "Go away."

   A word spit out from his throat made everyone's strange eyes focus on Mother Shao and Shao Tingbin.

   Shao Tingbin will probably never forget that moment.

   He punched him!

   The phone in Pei Xuyan's hand fell to the ground, the screen shattered, his face turned to the side, the corners of his mouth were blue, and his face paled, and then he grabbed Shao Tingbin's neckline in the next second, and bent his knees against the opponent's stomach.

   That fight was ruthless and chaotic. In the end, Pei Xuyan had nothing to do, just handed in a review, and Shao Tingbin was almost ordered to drop out of school, and Liang Zi, who was in high school for three years, ended up like this.

   After dinner, Shao Tingbin helped his mother wash the dishes.

  Mother Shao hesitated and sighed.

   "It's all my fault. It's been such a long time, don't take it to heart. Xu Yan is three months older than you. Speaking of which, you have to call him brother, let him go, don't always argue with him."

   "Mom." Shao Tingbin's dark eyes were full of gloom and anger.

"You're afraid of Pei's family, but I'm not. What's the use of courting Pei Xuyan, do you get half points from him? If it's for those broken money, I can earn it for you, no need for Pei Xuyan-he left Pei's house, What is it!"

   "Crack!".

   The slap sound is crisp.

  The kitchen was silent for a long time.

  Mother Shao's hands were shaking when he beat him. She was stunned for a while, and looked at him with eyes that Shao Tingbin couldn't understand: "Tingbin, I..."

   Shao Tingbin tilted his face and licked the blood from the corner of his lips. Before Shao's mother could finish speaking, he slammed the door and left.

   The temperature was a bit low the next day, and the autumn was high and crisp, and almost everyone walking on the street put on their coats.

  It just finished the autumn rain in the morning. The leaves of the ginkgo tree fell to the ground and spread on the campus path. Stepping on it made a crunching and damp sound, adding a poetic feeling.

   Last night, Qi An adhered to the principle of going to bed early and getting up early to make your body better. As usual, she went to bed early. When she picked up her phone the next day, she found that there was a new friend application on WeChat.

   She wrinkled her nose, clicked in and took a look.

  's avatar is an unreachable night sky, and only three words are written in the friend application: Pei Xuyan.

   How many? Qi An sighed, taking these three words to add her through the incident in the cafeteria, how could a living senior add her.

   She refused like a still water, and went to class with her roommate.

   This morning was all cultural class. The teacher stood on the podium and spoke humorously.

  Two classrooms, different people.

   "Brother Yan, Brother Yan—" Tang Chenmao called him, "get out of class is over! You've slept all morning, how can you not recognize your six relatives? Go to the three cafeterias, there's no food for later."

In the last row, Pei Xuyan was lying on the table, with his black coat covering his head, blocking the wind, his slender fingers resting on the table at will, with clear veins, the voice from inside was lazy and vague, with a nasal voice that didn't wake up, very Irritated, but sexy: "Sleepy, don't eat."

  Tang Chenmao was speechless, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, did the school girl add you, did you speak?"

When he mentioned this, Pei Xuyan also thought about it. He closed his eyes and groped for a while in the desk hall. He pulled out his mobile phone, and was willing to pull off his jacket. Too used to squinting his eyes, he blocked them, peach blossom eyes were affectionate and frivolous.

   He sat up straight, raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck, raised his head and turned it around twice, his bones made a clicking sound, clicked into WeChat, and looked down.

  Tang Chenmao squeezed beside him: "I see what she said."

   Pei Xuyan has a lot of red dots on WeChat, all of which are messages sent by others. Except for important things, he usually doesn't bother to reply. When you meet a girl and ask for WeChat, it also depends on your mood.

Most of them are not given. Occasionally, the mood is cloudy and sunny, and I will give others a chance, but if I add WeChat, I don’t care. I will reply to you once. Still wondering who this person is.

   This kind of perfunctory attitude made Tang Chenmao disgusted, claiming that he wasted resources and ruined things.

   is really the death of drought and the death of waterlogging.

   "Huh? Why isn't there an elementary school girl? Was it pushed down by the news?" Tang Chenmao wondered.

  Pei Xuyan, holding on to the irritable temper that he didn't wake up from, reluctantly turned around, expressionless, and pulled his lips: "No."

   "How is that possible!" Tang Chenmao's voice was high, he didn't believe it, grabbed his phone to search, and finally went to verify the news.

   was rejected directly.

  “…”

   There was a dead silence for three seconds, Tang Chenmao couldn't hold back, he laughed: "Fuck, is the current school girl so awesome!"

   "It's funny?" Pei Xuyan said calmly.

  Tang Chenmao was afraid that he would beat him up, so he smiled and trembled: "Maybe the girl slipped her hands wrong, or you can add it again haha..."

Pei Xuyan is handsome, and he has the kind of sloppy feeling that looks bad at first glance. It gives people the feeling of being a scumbag and can play dead people. , one after another, trying to make him happy.

   "Interview, Brother Yan, how does it feel to be brutally killed when you take the initiative to add a girl to WeChat for the first time in your life?"

   "I'm very happy." Pei Xuyan moved his wrist, "I think you will be as happy as I am."

  Tang Chenmao knelt down: "I'm sorry, young master, I was wrong." He became serious, "I can't be sure that you are really slippery, you are also her creditor, or you can add it again, and I will tell her."

   "No." Pei Xuyan said calmly, holding his phone and walking out.

   After a night, that sudden urge in the middle of the night came and went quickly, and it didn’t matter whether you added it or not.

   "Where to go."

   "Go back to the dormitory and get some sleep."

   "Me too, my bed is too old, let's squeeze a bed."

   "Why, your bed collapsed, and you still want to crush my bed?"

   "It's all big men, and I can't take advantage of you. I'll try it out for the school sisters and schoolmates who are coveting you. The handsome guy's bed is not warm, and his waist is good..."

"roll."

October.

  The class is normal, Qi An and Fang Yingying went to dance class together, the teacher said above.

   "Be quiet, classmates, and tell everyone something. Today's dance practice is not in the dance classroom—"

   (end of this chapter)