Chapter 677: 832. His pet was 21

Qi Yan was silent. When it came to pestering, even a hundred of him might not be a match for Xia Ling.

"I'll carry it. "

Wasn't it just a piece of "Li Sao" How could his life end... ...

*

It was night. The Qi family members were surprised to find that Qi Yan's personality had changed.

Originally, Qi Yan's personality was undisciplined. After he returned to the Qi family, he raised flowers and fed the fish. He had a lot of free time.

Occasionally, when he played games, the Qi family members were overjoyed. They were afraid that Qi Yan's personality would be too boring.

It would be even better if he became the school bully!

Young people should have this kind of character. They could do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't go overboard.

This time, Qi Yan returned to the Qi family and took the book to the greenhouse.

To him, studying had always been a little embarrassing. He didn't want to be seen by others.

He held the Book and looked at it in secret. However, to the Qi family members who were watching his every move, they had long noticed that he wasn't making flowers. The words he was mumbling were clearly recitation.

"What's wrong with Little Yan? Is He possessed? " GRANDPA QI muttered.

Mother Qi:"... why don't we go ask Xia Ling?"

GRANDPA QI: "There's no rush. Maybe it's just a spur of the moment. Let's take a look first. "

*

Xia Ling had a good meal at the Qi family and slept until dawn.

The next day at noon.

The top student class monitor carried his book as usual and came to look for her.

"Xia Ling, let me treat you to lunch. There's another theorem that we can discuss while we eat. "

"I... " Xia Ling stretched her voice and looked at Qi Yan.

He had a straight face and stared at the class monitor.

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A handsome man with a lazy aura suddenly burst forth.

Even though the class monitor had endured Qi Yan's Tantrum many times.

This time, looking at Qi Yan's cold, light Brown eyes, his heart felt a little uncomfortable.

The class monitor suddenly remembered Qi Yan's identity as a school bully. Someone had once wanted to find trouble with Qi Yan and had a fight with him.

Although those people did not have broken arms or legs, they were all badly bruised and looked very miserable... ...

The class monitor could not sit still. For the first time, he did not need Xia Ling to reject him. He got up and found an excuse and left in a hurry.

Xia Ling saw his flustered look.

She smiled at Qi Yan as if she was a little distressed.

"Baby, you chased the class monitor away like this. If you can't fulfill my request, wouldn't it be awkward if I wanted to find the class monitor as my boyfriend in the future? "

"... Oh, you want to find him as your boyfriend?"Qi Yan's face darkened ...

Xia Ling: "Not bad, right? I like those with good grades. My boyfriend's can't be bad. At the very least, he has to be a STRAIGHT-A student. "

Qi Yan sneered. STRAIGHT-A student Other than studying, he was probably a coward who wouldn't even dare to confess, right?

He clenched his hands tightly by his side.

The chair that he had casually grabbed had been broken by him due to his strength.

There was a rustling sound. Xia Ling looked to his side and saw Qi Yan casually throw the broken piece of wood into his desk pocket.

"listen. "

Qi Yan suddenly looked at her with a serious expression.

"long breaths to cover the tears, lamenting how difficult life is for the people... "

The young man's clear and pleasant voice was low, like a pleasant violin melody, but it suddenly rang in Xia Ling's ear.

Xia Ling was stunned.

She quickly realized that this was "Li Sao" .

"If I don't investigate the dao of repentance, I will rebel... "

Xia Ling had a photographic memory. Naturally, she knew this text.

However, Qi Yan was the most lazy and hated reciting. He would rather make an extra paper than recite an ancient poem.

But now, the entire "Li Sao" was slowly reciting from his mouth, like the most beautiful movement.

"... everyone has their own pleasures, and it's normal for me to cultivate."