Yang Zimei pushed the door open and went out. When she saw Yang Zixi, she greeted her sweetly. Her eyes lost the fear of yesterday and became more determined.
Yang Zimei touched her head happily, raised her thumb and praised, "Zixi, you are so strong!"
"That's necessary because I'm your sister!"
Yang Zimei raised his head slightly proudly and said, "And I believe that with my sister here, I don't have to be afraid of anything."
"What are you afraid of?" Mom listened to the conversation between them and felt confused.
"Shh!" Zi Xi pointed her fingers at Zi Mei, and the two of them blinked, then stuck out their tongues and said, "It's nothing, this is a secret between us sisters."
"Really, you are my daughters, what's the secret that I can't know?" Huang Xiuli rolled her eyes and didn't pursue it further. She let them have breakfast by themselves, and then hurried out to continue decorating the bunk.
Yang Zimei hurriedly finished his breakfast, sent Zixi to school, and then turned to Nancheng Middle School where he was.
Not long after walking, I met Murong Yan and her follower Lan Zhiqing.
As soon as the two of them saw her, their aura immediately changed.
Murong Yan looked at her coldly, Lan Zhiqing stepped forward and blocked her way, "Yang Zimei, stop here."
Yang Zimei raised his eyes slightly and asked coldly: "Reason?"
"Murong Yan has something to tell you." Being struck by the coldness in her eyes, Lan Zhiqing couldn't help but shrink her neck and looked at Murong Yan.
Murong Yan stepped forward, her expression as arrogant as a peacock's tail, and her beautiful almond eyes stared at Yang Zimei full of jealousy, "You know better, stay away from Min Gang."
"I'm sorry, I never know what it means to know faces." Yang Zimei said lightly, with a hint of mockery raised at the corners of his lips.
"you……"
Murong Yan was so angry that she gritted her silver teeth and threatened, "Yang Zimei, don't force me to take action."
"Then I really want to see how you act." The sarcastic smile on Yang Zimei's face became even stronger.
Murong Yan raised her hand and suddenly caught a glimpse of the white cyclist figure at the corner of the street. She blinked and slapped her own cheek with her backhand, then covered her cheek, looking very aggrieved and tearful.
She looked abused, "You...why did you hit me? Even if you couldn't bear to see me and Min Gang being together, you couldn't hit me like this?"
Lan Zhiqing was worthy of being her follower and best friend. He immediately understood her intention and shouted loudly on purpose, "Ouch, Yang Zimei, you are too much. How can you beat Murong Yan? Min Gang is not you.
Yes, why are you only allowed to like him, but not Murong Yan?"
As soon as she yelled, the classmates passing by came over to watch the fun.
Murong Yan deliberately exposed the slapped cheek.
When everyone saw a bright red fingerprint on her fair and delicate cheek, they all took a breath and looked at Yang Zimei accusingly.
"How can you hit someone? It's too much."
"Ming Gang and Murong Yan have always been a well-recognized couple in our Nanzhong School. It's not like they stepped in as the mistress, but they actually hit someone."
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There are many opinions.
Yang Zimei looked at the scene in front of her with amusement. She really didn't expect that Murong Yan would act in such a clichéd drama.
At this time, Min Gang came over on his bicycle and asked in confusion: "What happened?"