Chapter Twelve: Quarrel, What's the Quarrel About?
Will she leave him? If it's about the blood flowing through her body, of course, she can't leave him forever. Even if the two people are separated in the future, he is still her brother, and she will certainly visit him often. Su Zhong suddenly didn't understand why Su Yan would suddenly ask this sentence, was he stimulated by something?
She shrugged casually: "No."
His long eyelashes quivered slightly, and Su Yan immediately broke into a smile. He nodded: "En! Brother, you have to keep your word, don't leave me. I will make myself stronger, absolutely won't drag you down again!"
Su Yanran raised an eyebrow, stretched out her hand and suddenly patted him on the back, causing Su Yan to start coughing. She laughed and said: "You'd better get your body in shape first before saying that." Would he really not drag her down? He had already dragged her down for so many years, what's a little while longer?
Su Yan coughed until his face turned red, and he was also very distressed. Why did he have such a poor body when his father and mother were both in great shape? Could it be that he was adopted? Su Xiang had said something similar before, but of course, she was just joking. However, as time passed, this idea grew like a wart on his heart, and perhaps one day it would burst out and grow into a towering tree.
Not even two classes had finished, and suddenly there was a commotion outside the door. It seemed that at the freshman entrance ceremony, someone had stepped on another person's foot, but instead of apologizing, they scolded the other person. As a result, the two people were unhappy and joined their respective cliques, immediately bringing friends to the classroom door to cause trouble.
The red-haired kid who came first was dressed like a stage actor, with boots that were almost knee-high. In the middle of summer, he insisted on wearing a windbreaker over his school uniform, and every time he scolded someone, he would swing the hem of the windbreaker, as if trying to create an intimidating atmosphere. On this side, there was a thin, small boy with black hair and black-framed glasses, who cursed extremely fiercely. What TMD, TNND, NYYD and so on, just like launching missiles from his mouth. Soon, the two groups started fighting again, and countless miscellaneous things flew in from outside, rulers, chalk, compasses... how many things did they bring up to fight with?
Su was calm and peaceful, not bothering anyone, as she held her pen to take notes. Just then, a compass suddenly flew in at 2000 meters per second and slammed into the back of her hand, its sharp point tearing open a gash on her skin, and the words on the paper were also knocked into disarray.
With a "whoosh", she almost suddenly stood up, Su Yan couldn't stop her in time, and she had already lifted the table and smashed it out.
The people outside were frightened and jumped several meters away. The table crashed to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
They turned their heads, and Su Youyan was already standing at the door. Her hand grasping the door panel grew heavier, and the metal plate directly indented several centimeters: "Chatter, chatter, chatter, won't you ever finish?! Can't you go downstairs to the playground to fight?! Haven't you seen that there are so many people studying in the classroom? Are your eyes blind or have they grown on top of your heads?! Look over there! See, look over there, do you see it?! Don't you see the words 'No Noise'?! I'm asking you, don't you see it?! You only know how to make noise and cause trouble! I warn you, if you continue making a ruckus at my classroom door, I'll make sure you won't see tomorrow's sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
