Others were watching the excitement, and the moods of students in Class 1 were completely different from others.

After all, the handsome guy in front who struggled to twist his waist, thrust his hips, swing his arms, and tilt his head, seemed to be possessed by some monkey spirit, was the class monitor of their class!

The so-called squad leader is the leader of the squad, which represents the overall appearance of their class.

As a result, the dance was like an electric shock, and it seemed like it was a group of mentally retarded people.

Just as the students in Class 1 looked at Shi Sang who was swaying with shame, awkward and numb expressions, Xie Yan calmly and indifferently interrupted Shi Sang's spell casting process: "Okay, San'er, don't jump."

"Ah?" Hearing Xie Yan's words, Shi Sang paused temporarily, "What's wrong?"

"Are you dancing? Why do I think you are doing it?" His tone was calm, there was no emotional fluctuation in it, but the insult in his words was not reduced to half.

"Oh, no wonder it rained today." Xie Yan looked up at the distant sky, and then continued to say calmly, "It turns out that it is your credit. Your method is good. If it is a drought, you don't have to worship the Dragon King, just worship you."

Shi Sang: "..."

Because of Shi Sang's big opening and closing movements, most of the people's eyes were focused on him, so the playground was quite quiet.

The music stopped at some point.

Therefore, Xie Yan's complaint seemed particularly clear in this silence.

——Why do I think you are opening the game?

Open, altar, practice, method.

“…”

After half a second of silence, one after another, "puff" sounds quickly swept across the entire melon-eating crowd, and the onlookers laughed in disarray.

The boss started to accurately snipe again.

Thief may be late, but will never be absent.

Ask again, when will he be invited to the stage of the Tucao Conference?

If he is not available in the next Tucao Conference, we will not watch it.

After shaking his hands together, Shi Sang's plan to dance together in groups of demons was also announced to be ruined.

As the school anniversary was approaching, Shi Sang's head became bald with naked eyes. His hair was like a dandelion that had bloomed and sparsely planted. When the breeze blew, a lot of it was about to fall.

In Xie Yan's words, it is - the departure of the hair, it is hard to tell whether it is the pursuit of the wind or the unstoppable scalp.

After several days of baldness, Xie Yan finally couldn't help asking Shi Sang: "San'er, are you the prince of the Qing Dynasty?

"..." Shi Sang raised his hand and touched his head, and said with pain, "What brother?"

Xie Yan looked at his bare head and replied, "It's the princes of the Qing Dynasty. Don't they have to shave their heads?"

"..." Hearing his words, Shi Sang's expression was obviously even more painful, "No, who asked you which prince from the dynasty you have? What I mean is that I have nothing to do to cope with."

Xie Yan pointed at his head, with a puzzled expression: "Then what's wrong with your hair?"

Shi Sang touched his increasingly taller hairline with both hands: "I don't know either, maybe it's because he's extremely smart?"

The first step to being smart is to start from the top.

Hearing him say this, Xie Yan paused for a moment, then looked at him and praised sincerely: "Then you are so powerful. You are not smart, and you dare to imitate others' baldness."

Shi Sang: "..."
Chapter completed!