JIUHAN（Twelve.）Fight

Let's put it this way, Pei Wujiu regards Yaoyao as his sister, so why is he willing to lose his temper with other people's little milk dogs?

Mo Han just watched them quarrel.

Di... The alarm clock rang, and Pei Wujiu turned his head to give the alarm clock a conditioned reflex.

Pei Wujiu argued with Yaoyao to let him lose weight, while Yaoyao looked at Pei Wujiu with a cold expression, obviously taking Pei Wujiu's words as a deaf ear.

Mo Han pushed Yao Yao aside and sat next to Mo Han: "What? What are you thinking about? Hurry up, it's too late."

Mo Han turned his head and said nothing, staring at Pei Wujiu. : "Are you going too? Right?"

Pei Wujiu was a little stunned, as to what to leave: "I only know that if we don't leave now, we will be late."

Pei Wujiu put on his pants and rubbed Mo Han's head.

It's a bit of a surprise, the hair that looks so cold is surprisingly soft.

Pei Wujiu kicked the shaking basin aside, grabbed the dog food and put it in the basin.

With a swoosh, he swooped down from Pei Wujiu's rolled quilt, jumped to the edge of the basin and started to concentrate on cooking.

Mo Han was still sitting there, for some reason, he just didn't want to move. There have been so many things in the past few days, and it was so confusing that Mo Han couldn't tell them apart.

Pei Wujiu wiped his face, brushed his teeth, and packed his schoolbag: "Brother, are you skipping class today?"

"No." Mo said coldly, turned his head and felt that his tone was not right, cleared his throat and said "no." Then he sighed again and walked to the bathroom.

Looking at the hot water and the toothbrush that had been squeezed in front of him, the clutter of yarn in my heart seemed to be unraveled, and my heart was surprisingly warm.

comfortable!

Someone like Pei Wujiu who takes good care of people doesn't look like the bastard who fought every day.

Alas, Mo Han spat out a mouthful of toothpaste, looked up at this familiar person in the mirror, and felt bitter in his heart.

The old me was already dead, swallowed up by the fire. Now this is the surging remnants of the past.

After the bland and unremarkable get out of class, after school, Lao Zhaotou's long speech that he never missed before school began to repeat those big principles over and over again.

Mo Han absent-mindedly listened to a few sentences before realizing... Oh, the mid-term exam is coming soon.

"Faced with the mid-term exam in just over a week, are you already nervous? Yes, that's it. Although we are in a parallel class, we still have to have the backbone to surpass the excellent class. This time! Class! Did you hear it?!" Lao Zhao's rough voice resounded in the classroom.

Mo Han wandered around the door of the classroom twice.

Uh? How about with Wujiu? Didn't you say you came here after school?

Yes, Mo Han's class is always the last class to leave school.

Mo Han waited for a while longer. The birthday was about to leave. Mo Han was a little flustered, so he went upstairs to find the second and seventh class of the junior high school.

Mo Han was lying beside the door and rushed inside to ask a few students on duty, "Dude, has your class, Pei Wujiu, gone back?"

A student on duty glanced at him: "He went to the moral education department."

Mo Han paused for a few seconds: "Why did you go to the Moral Education Office?"

A student on duty next to him snorted in his nasal cavity: "Because of his arrogance, he takes care of everything, beats people, and what else. He hasn't beaten anyone in the past three weeks, and he has broken records, but it's not easy. Woolen cloth."

Mo Han nodded at the door and rushed inside, politely said "thank you" and ran to the moral education office.

Mo Han didn't dare to go in in front of the Moral Education Office, so he pretended to pass by and glanced.