Little Bo: "..."
He didn't want to talk to him, didn't even want to look at him, so he turned his head, went straight to wash his hands, and then headed for the classroom.
Murong Li didn't mind at all, just followed tightly behind him, step for step, like some pitiful little wife.
Listening to those tiny quick footsteps behind him, Little Bo turned his head helplessly and looked at Murong Li: "Murong Li, aren't you afraid I'll hit you?"
"Second Brother is a good person..." So he won't hit me...
"I'm not a good person!" Little Bo said, stiffening his neck.
"Second Brother..."
"I'm really fierce!"
"Second Brother, the teacher's about to get to the classroom..." Murong Li's gaze passed over Little Bo and landed on the teacher who was walking toward the classroom.
Little Bo: "!!!"
He gave Murong Li a powerless look, then turned around and strode quickly toward the classroom.
In his heart: I really want to cry... but who would I be crying for to see?
