Everyone raised their heads and focused their attention on the two people.

"You...I,...how..." Hua Rong made a broken voice, his two big eyes were watery and pitiful. He looked back in panic and glanced at Little Fugua involuntarily.

Little Fu Gua didn't write anything, just looked at Hua Rong, a smile appeared on her chubby little face, and Hua Rong shivered. This kid was as smart as a ghost, it was so scary.

"You...you did a good job. You ruined my homework. You must have done it on purpose. Are you looking for death?" Fuliang said.

"No, it was obviously when you passed by my desk..." Hua Rong didn't even finish his words, he just said half of it and left the other half for others to guess.

Most people lowered their heads and wrote by themselves. Not many people saw that scene just now. Little Fugua saw it, but he was not prepared to testify.

Because others may suspect him of being unfair.

Seeing Fuliang furiously, Little Fugua said softly: "Brother Eleven, I have something to say to you."

"What are you talking about?" Fuliang looked at his homework and clothes angrily, panted a few times, and walked over.

Little Fugua thinks that Fuliang can still listen to others' advice under such circumstances. In fact, he has a very good character.

He waved, Fuliang lowered his head, and Little Fugua said in his ear: "I think he might have deliberately angered you so that you could beat him up, and then you would have to stay."

Fuliang was surprised: "Why?"

Why leave him behind?

Little Fugua looked at him without saying anything...

Fuliang suddenly understood.

Hua Rong wants to keep him!

Keep him!

Leave!

His whole body was trembling slightly, trying to control himself and not let himself get excited or shout out in excitement.

Did he turn out to be the male protagonist of this conspiracy?

Amma said that you can be willful in normal times, but when you are angry, the more dangerous you are, the more calm you need to be. On the battlefield, one unnecessary anger may kill countless people.

He stopped scolding Hua Rong.

"I'm going to change clothes and then come back to write. If sir comes, please ask for leave for me."

Little Fugua said: "Okay, Brother Eleven, please ask Fifth to help you get your clothes."

Ordinary people are not allowed to bring their attendants in when they go to school. They can only keep watch in a small courtyard in the outer courtyard where the attendants should stay. Only Little Fugua was too young, so two people were brought in to serve him personally.

But Fuliang knew that Xiao Fugua's meaning was not superficial. He wanted him and Wu Tian to find out who those two people were and whether they were related to Hua Rong.

Hua Rong tidied up a little absentmindedly. He looked at Little Fugua from time to time, but later, his eyes were attracted by the person behind Little Fugua. He shuddered and did not dare to look again.

Little Fugua continued writing as if nothing had happened.

Behind him sits Xiao Linzi like a shadow. He is like a mute in this class. He never speaks and is not annoying. It is as if he does not exist. Usually people don't pay much attention to such a pale and ordinary person.

A ten-year-old boy, but at this time, he stopped writing and watched Hua Rong's every move intently.

The other two people wanted to make trouble, but Furiang didn't say anything. They all finished writing the words eagerly and hurriedly handed it over to the teacher.

Not long after, Fuliang came back after changing his clothes and continued writing as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!