"Help." Fan Zhiyi read out every word with extreme seriousness.
Bing Nandong: "...Why?"
Fan Zhiyi had a good reason: "Just in case. If I encounter any danger in the future and need to write these two words to ask for help, it's better to be prepared."
"You can call me."
"Um?"
"If you encounter danger, you can call me."
"I'm not a summoning device that can summon you anytime and anywhere. Besides, once the engagement is cancelled, we will have to go our separate ways. Maybe when I see you on the road in the future, you will pretend not to know me." Fan Zhiyi felt that with Bing Nandong's personality, he might really do this just to get rid of the dark history of marrying him.
Bing Nandong then wrote down the two characters without a word, then put down his pen and walked away. Fan Zhiyi lifted the paper and found that the two characters were so strong that they penetrated the paper, almost piercing it.
He said the wrong thing again, why are you angry again?
The fact is, Fan Zhiyi worked very hard to write. Although he couldn't understand it, he was able to write it quite well after practicing, and he more or less remembered how to draw it.
After receiving food from Bing Nandong, people started arriving at the school. They all pretended not to see Fan Zhiyi and greeted Bing Nandong with a smile. However, after taking their seats, they began to whisper in groups of three or five, glancing at them from time to time.
Fan Zhiyi knew that he was being talked about.
He propped up his head and looked at the scenery outside. The bamboo was beautiful, but he felt a little uncomfortable.
Looking at Bing Nandong again, the boy's aqua-green headband fell neatly behind him. This time he did not have the long sword on his back. He was wearing the disciple's uniform, which made the boy look thinner.
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