Xie Yan's voice was faint: "Why, are you a death row prisoner?"

"..." Shi Sang choked, "This is not."

"Shut up." I thought he was too noisy, Xie Yan pushed back against Shi Sang's head with one hand, "Okay, go back to your own seat, what are you always sitting at my deskmate?"

A question mark appeared on Shi Sang's head: "?"

always?

Why does it always appear?

It has not been more than half a minute since he sat down.

Half a minute!

But the focus is not this now. Shi Sang swallowed his anger and did not argue with him. Instead, he swallowed the breath silently, and changed his expression as if he changed his face: "Brother, Brother Xie, I still think--"

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, Xie Yan patted a workbook on his face with his backhand, with a slightly disgusted expression: "Stop talking, you, you make me feel a little disgusted."

Shi Sang: "?"

Didn’t he shouted like this before?

Why do you suddenly feel disgusted now?

Shi Sang pulled off the exercise book that was stuck on his face with an upset look on his face, pointed his finger at him and asked, "Why didn't you feel disgusted when Master Er called you?"

Xie Yanping glanced at him quietly: "That's different."

"?" Shi Sang's head began to look out again.

What the hell can this make a difference?

What, can he call out a flower?

"Are you doing sexism?" Shi Sang simply rolled the exercise book in his hand into a hollow cylinder and knocked it twice on the table, "You have to explain it to me clearly today. What's the difference?"

Xie Yan finally felt reluctant to look at him and asked him, "You really want to listen?"

"Of course." Shi Sang focused his head.

OK, he insisted on listening, so Xie Yan said calmly: "When my deskmate called me brother, I felt like Sister Daiyu, and her voice was soft and soft, but when you call me brother..."

Xie Yan wanted to speak but stopped afterwards, as if reminding him that he was a little embarrassed and not to humiliate himself.

But Shi Sang really didn't have such a lie in his heart. He broke the casserole and asked to chase him and asked, "What happened when I called you?"

So Xie Yan added the second half of the sentence that he had not finished: "As soon as you called my brother, I thought of Lu Zhishen pulling up the weeping willows."

Shi Sang: "..."

Fuck, old double-standard dog.

At this moment, Shi Sang really wanted to insert the hollow roll in his hand into his head as a weeping willow.

But in order to complete the indicators given by the level department, Shi Sang still breathed a deep breath, nodded according to his words, and swallowed his anger: "Okay, what you said is right. I am Lu Zhishen, Erye is Daiyu's sister. I now lend you the seat of your sister Daiyu, and I want to ask you something, will you give me this face?"

After Xie Yan finished writing the last multiple-choice question, he paused slightly on the tip of the pen on the test paper, and then turned the carbon pen between his fingers, and looked back with a little tired expression: "What are the items left?"

This is what I meant to help. Shi Sang Yile instantly threw Xie Yan's double-standard behavior behind his head, and spoke more affectionately than when he saw his biological brother: "It's all worse."
Chapter completed!