The Male God Taught Me How to Raid Him

Chapter 4

In the last two classes in the morning, Jiang Grape was distracted frequently.

    The words "Sleep with the male god with wheat", whether combined or taken apart, made him blush and heartbeat, not to mention that the male god mentioned here was sitting next to him.

    It took Jiang Putao a lot of willpower to draw back his frequently distracted attention, trying to keep up with the teacher's review progress.

    The lecture methods and review progress of the first class are different from those of the second class, and the overall need to be faster. Although Jiang Putao has been promoted from the second class, his grades are at the end of the crane in the first class. It takes a lot of effort. In order not to be thrown out.

    After Feng Yu finished writing a question, he reached into the desk, turned the phone to light it, and glanced at WeChat.

    No new friends have applied.

    If you want to connect Mai, you have to add friends first. Jiang Putao and Feng Yuke are not even WeChat friends.

    Jiang Putao was looking at the blackboard at this time, carefully taking notes with the teacher, without even looking at Feng Yu.

    Feng Yu put down the phone, pinched the pen with his fingertips and turned it around, feeling a little irritable.

    Didn't you say that you like him? You can sit so peacefully if you like him.

    Jiang Grape vaguely felt that someone was looking at him. When he turned his head, he saw Feng Yuzheng lowering his head and writing. He touched his cheek, feeling that he was thinking too much.

    The -99 favorability is there, and Feng Yu won't be okay to watch him play no matter how he thinks.

    Jiang Grape is a little frustrated. Since the Raiders APP is real, his favorability is also real.

    He has also read a lot of novels. He hasn't seen the protagonist of any novel with a -99 favorability rating. With such a low favorability rating, it might be the case for the enemy.

    But he didn't want to be Feng Yu's enemy.

    Jiang Putao's back straightened all morning and slowly slackened down, lying prone on the table, leaning on his arm like boneless.

    He was not a person with a proper sitting posture. He pretended to be tired all morning, and Feng Yu didn't look at him. He simply listened to the class with his arm folded.

    Until school was over at noon, Yang Zhiyi came to him for dinner.

    Yang Zhiyi was afraid that he would be uncomfortable when he first arrived, so he came to look for him specially, stood at the door of the first class, knocked on the door, and called his name.

    "Grape, eat together?"

    Jiang Grape looked at Feng Yu subconsciously.

    As soon as the school bell rang, Feng Yu lay on the table with his back facing him, with his cheeks buried in his arms, as if he didn't intend to go to dinner.

    He pursed his lips, turned out the lunch box, got up and walked towards Yang Zhiyi.

    Jiang Puola didn't want to crowd people in the canteen. He usually brought food to eat, and today is no exception.

    When Jiang Puola got up, Feng Yu turned around and watched Jiang Puola and Yang Zhiyi leave quietly.

    The two returned to Class Two together.