When the two of them strolled slowly back to the classroom door, they just happened to catch Xiaobao and the others having distributed their new books and new school uniforms.
At this moment, several parents had already gone in to help their children pack their schoolbags. Seeing this, Yang Feng quietly nudged Lu Ziyi and whispered, "Go and help Xiaobao pack too. I see he has a lot of stuff."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." Lu Ziyi paused, "Aren't you going?"
"No, I'll wait for you at the door," Yang Feng said, "and I'll keep watch for you."
Lu Ziyi suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, then you have to stand guard for the last time seriously. When you come out, we will go home."
"Okay," Yang Feng waved at him, "Go quickly."
In fact, there was no place that needed to be guarded, but Yang Feng felt a headache when he saw the noisy and crowded scene in the classroom.
If someone stepped on him or squeezed something out after he entered, Yang Feng couldn't guarantee that he would not start an argument with that person on the spot.
He couldn't cause any more trouble for Xiaobao and Lu Ziyi. Instead of trying so hard to change his expression, it would be better for him to just stay outside.
It turns out that keeping watch with your eyes is not completely useless.
Yang Feng was quite tall, and standing between the front and back doors of the classroom, he could see everything going on inside clearly through the window. Then he saw a boy approaching Xiaobao quickly from behind and bumping into him.
The boy was a little taller and fatter, and he hit Xiaobao with quite a bit of force, causing him to stagger twice and almost fall to the ground. Fortunately, the little guy was still flexible enough to hold onto the table in time to stabilize his body.
At this time, Lu Ziyi was three or four people away from Xiaobao, and he kept his head down to organize the pile of books, so he did not see this brief scene.
But Yang Feng's eyes turned cold and his gaze remained on the boy.
After he came out of the classroom, Yang Feng saw him about to run away, so he raised his hand and grabbed his arm, pulling it towards himself.
"Who are you?" The boy turned his head and looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Yang Feng looked closely and realized that this was the little hooligan who had kissed the girl in the flower bed behind.
He quickly suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and asked with a stern face: "Why didn't you apologize after you hit someone? Do you have any manners?"
Yang Feng never thought that one day he would question whether others were polite or not. It felt pretty good.
He looked indifferent when he had no expression on his face, and now his cold face and icy eyes made people's fear of him increase from three points to eight points.
The boy was obviously a little scared. He swallowed subconsciously and stammered, "I... I didn't hit anyone. You can't spit on me!"
"What? You don't dare to admit it?" Yang Feng's voice was filled with sarcasm. "Weren't you quite brave when you sneaked out to play hooligan with that little girl?"
"How do you know?!"
The boy blurted out words in shock, then suddenly realized something, quickly covered his mouth, and looked around shaking his head.
"What are you looking for?" Yang Feng frowned slightly impatiently. "Did you lose your brain because of a single word I said?"
The boy glared at him angrily: "You, you, you... don't you dare mention that I have a girlfriend again! If my mom hears, I'll never forgive you!"
When Yang Feng heard the word "girlfriend", his eyelids twitched twice.
A little brat this young can be chased by a little girl. Think about it, he has liked Lu Ziyi for so long, and now he doesn’t know how far the progress bar has advanced. It’s not certain when he will be able to win the handsome man.
Yang Feng looked at him and became even angrier.
"Brother Feng, we're done packing." A small figure suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom, and the voice was still cheerful.
Lu Ziyi looked at the situation in front of him and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"He was just running around in the classroom," Yang Feng pointed at the boy, "and almost knocked Xiaobao down. I saw it all."
Why does this sound like a child complaining to his parents? Yang Feng felt very awkward for a moment.
"Song Zhixia?" Xiaobao blinked and looked over. "Hello, that's your name, right?"
"Yeah...right." Song Zhixia was stunned. "Aren't you the new kid in our class? How do you know my name?"
Xiaobao tilted his head and said innocently, "You skipped class. The teacher said she has remembered you and asked you to come to her office tomorrow."
Song Zhixia felt as if struck by lightning, and murmured weakly: "I hid it very well, even when I came back secretly, no one saw me..."
"I saw it," Xiaobao finished off.
"...Then why didn't you remind me!" Song Zhixia wailed.
"It wasn't just me, several classmates saw it," Xiaobao said, "I thought you were performing for yourself."
Song Zhixia: “…………”
"That's amazing, kid," Yang Feng said calmly, "You're so lucky to get an office ticket on the first day of school."
Song Zhixia: Do you want this blessing?
His chubby face was almost wrinkled. He turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Feng grabbed his arm again.
"You haven't apologized yet, where are you going?"
"It's okay, Brother Feng, it was just an accident," Xiao Bao said softly, "I don't feel any pain."
"No," Yang Feng said firmly, "He must apologize."
Song Zhixia bit her lip, glared at him fiercely, then looked at Xiaobao and squeezed out a word from between her teeth: "I'm sorry"
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