I am a Good Man

The first subject is Chinese.

After sending out the test papers, the invigilator wrote two times on the blackboard, "Our test time is one hundred and fifty minutes, and the bell rang to start answering the questions."

Yang Ying's other subjects were not good, but Chinese and English were good. She flipped through the test papers left and right, and the composition was a material analysis.

The title is still very simple, a fable, the title is self-made, she already knows the center after a glance.

"Ring bell." The bell rang.

The classmates lowered their heads and started to answer, and sparse voices came. Yang Ying was still reading the test paper, she looked at Ji Yang, who turned her head to look at her.

The other party folds the test paper in half and puts the answer sheet on the side, focusing and earnestly on the test paper.

His appearance is undoubtedly the most charming.

However, after a few minutes, he had already selected the answer to the first question and continued to look at the next material.

Yang Ying didn't know how long she stared at someone, but Ji Yang noticed her gaze and looked sideways. The two looked at each other.

One has brows and eyes that are enthusiasm, and the other is expressionless and cold as ice.

Ji Yang retracted his gaze and continued to do the question, but did not respond.

At important moments, Yang Ying didn't dare to do anything wrong, and she still knew which one was more important.

Ji Yang is the number one every time, don't be influenced by her.

Everyone was doing the questions, and she was too embarrassed to sit there, holding the pen and lowering her head to answer the questions.

Everyone is attentive and serious.

When Yang Ying was about to start writing an essay, Ji Yang had already put down the pen. She looked over, and his answer sheet was already densely packed with words.

The composition is 800 words, no more and no less.

His handwriting is beautiful, his pen is smooth and powerful, and he writes in italics.

Yang Ying raised his head and saw an invigilator in front and an invigilator behind. The two of them were particularly interesting. They both held their chests, lowered their heads, and closed their eyes boredly.

The male teacher in front was even more exaggerated, snoring unexpectedly.

"Senior finished?" Yang Ying lowered his voice and looked at Ji Yang, looking at him with a look of admiration, happier than when he finished writing.

Ji Yang closed the pen, but still ignored her.

"Isn't seniors not worthy of people?" Yang Ying narrowed his mouth, looking at his indifferent appearance, suddenly stretched out his hand and poked his arm.

Ji Yang seemed to have not expected it. He twisted his eyebrows and looked at her a little displeased.

"Just ask, is it so difficult to answer?" Yang Ying looked at him unwillingly, "I'll just ask and care about you."

"No need." His muffled voice sounded.

Yang Ying's cheeks were bulging, and he was so angry that he poured cold water down one by one. Ji Yang didn't even bother to care about her.

There was no emotional ups and downs in those eyes, and he didn't even bother to deal with her.

Yang Ying held the pen tightly, and saw Ji Yang put his hand on his leg, with the other hand supporting his chin.

Looking at those slender hands, his fingers are nice, with well-defined joints, and his nails are neatly manicured and very clean.

She didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, so she reached out and reached for Ji Yang's.

However, before catching it, the hand was already grasped by others. He looked at her with a gloomy look, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was a little angry.

Yang Ying had a guilty conscience. After twisting twice, he first wanted to break free of his hand. Instead of breaking free, Ji Yang grasped tighter and tighter instead.

pain.

It hurts a bit.

Her face wrinkled together.

"I said, don't make yourself embarrassed." Ji Yang looked coldly, shook off her hand, and the words he spit out were ruthless.

"I just touched it." Yang Ying didn't admit defeat. He was not afraid of death after being let go. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand again, winking defiantly, "You just caught me, right now, I'm not too much? "

"I'm touching both left and right, care about who touched whom?"

Ji Yang: "..."

During this period of time he was stunned, the little girl had quickly clasped his fingers, and a successful smile appeared on her lips.

"Shameless." Ji Yang shook his head away, but put his hand on one side slightly clenched, and emotions in his eyes surged.

"If shameless can get a senior, I don't want it." Yang Ying dropped her head and leaned forward.

She found out, as long as she was shameless enough, Ji Yang couldn't stand it at all. Thinking about it, she put her index finger and **** up, put them on the table to make two legs, and "walked" toward Ji Yang.

As she walked, she stopped, raised a finger, and nodded Ji Yang's elbow. The lowered voice changed, "Senior, don't be angry, angry will age very quickly."

Ji Yang didn't move.

Seen from the side, his thin lips are tight.

"If you don't speak, you won't be angry anymore. Well, that's great." Yang Ying muttered to herself and helped him make a decision.

For the rest of the time, she lost the thought of writing, staring at Ji Yang, close enough, for the first time to be able to look so openly and carefully.

"Senior's eyelashes are so long, the bridge of the nose is good, and the lips are very sexy." She kept muttering.

"Your skin is very good, and your pores are too fine, right?"

"Senior, why don't you smile? I think you will look better when you smile."

...

"Noisy." Ji Yang sent her two words when the bell rang, still speaking mercilessly, with a cold expression on his face, and some shining disgust.

Yang Ying froze suddenly, looking at his bright emotions, feeling like a clown, a bit embarrassing.

I feel a little burnt on my face.

The test paper was handed down again, and the invigilator tapped and left. Yang Ying was still frozen in place, tearing the bag of candy with his hand unconsciously.

"Get out of the way." Ji Yang said again.

She got in the way.

"Don't let it." Yang Ying tried to challenge him inexplicably, she wouldn't let him out if she didn't let him go.

disgusting.

"I'll say it again, get out of the way." Ji Yang's voice was cold and distant, and his deep gaze fell on her, revealing a hint of danger.

"I won't let it." Yang Ying looked fearless and fearless, still holding his head up, staring at him with bright beautiful eyes.

"Yang..."

Just as Ji Yang opened his mouth, someone was stuffed with a lollipop in his mouth, Yang Ying pouted, "What's the ferocious senior? His face is so dark, please have a sweet lollipop."