Xiao Ling suddenly lowered his head. He blurted out involuntarily, “Yangyi, you are on good terms with Yan Xingwei. He is not angry when you talk to him that way.”

After he spoke, his eyes darkened again in self-pity and sorrow.

Xu Yangyi paused and looked at Xiao Ling. He felt there was something between between Xiao Ling and Yan Xingwei, but he couldn’t remember from when they started to be like this.

‘Has something happened between the two of them?’

‘The class president’s eyes are red. He must have cried just now. Is it because of Xingwei?’

‘That’s impossible. Although Xingwei says annoying words sometimes, he won’t make people cry. Besides, he doesn’t care about others, let alone make someone cry. He thinks it troublesome.’

‘Why are the class president’s eyes red? It’s impossible that sands got in his eyes. It’s too far fetching. Just now he said weird words. I don’t believe nothing has happened between them.’

‘Forget it. I’ll wait and see. They won’t tell even I ask, because the atmosphere now was extremely dull.’

Xu Yangyi couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to see how the two of them got along.

Yan Xingwei coldly walked up to Xiao Ling. He stopped in front of him and stared at him. Xiao Ling involuntarily hid behind Xu Yangyi, his face turning pale.

The corner of Xu Yangyi’s mouth twitched. Yan Xingwei looked ferocious. What was wrong with him?

Suddenly, he grabbed Yan Xingwei by the collar and pulled him aside, saying, “Are you going to swallow the class president alive? Why do you look so fierce?” After he spoke, he looked back at Xiao Ling and said, “Look. He’s so scared that he turns pale. How wretched.” In the end, he patted Yan Xingwei, asking him to soften his face.

However, Yan Xingwei suddenly flung Xu Yangyi’s hand away and asked him coldly, “What did you just say to him? Why did he smile? Why isn’t he afraid of you?”

Xu Yangyi was taken aback, not knowing what Yan Xingwei was talking about. He looked at him curiously and asked, “Are you out of your mind today?”  ”

‘This is unusual. Yan Xingwei actually asks about other people, and he dares to slap my hand. Is he crazy?’

Xu Yangyi seemed to emphasize on the wrong thing. Perhaps he was annoyed with the distain on Yan Xingwei’s face.

Yan Xingwei glared at Xu Yangyi silently, pushing him to answer his questions.

“I look amiable. How can the class president be afraid of me? I’m not like you. You look intimidating.” Xu Yangyi rolled his eyes and said.

However, Yan Xingwei sneered at him with an expression that they were the same. He looked softened.

Xu Yangyi saw that and got serious. “The class president is naive and sweet. He will laugh if you tell him some jokes. At school, I get along with him like this. He is a boy that I think I can befriend apart from you.”

‘Besides, Xiao Ling is delicate with a melodious voice. It’s fun to tease him.’