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The big box. The moment I opened the door, deafening singing came, and the vast space was full of lights, and a group of men and women were caring in it.

Yuan Xiaoyang held his small schoolbag tightly and walked inside a little uneasy. The lights in the private room were dim, and only the colorful lights of the colorful ball lights were dazzling. The vision was not good, and Yuan Xiaoyang could not see where 6 Lang was.

"Yuan Xiaoyang!" Someone patted Yuan Xiaoyang on the shoulder from behind, "Are you here?"

Turning back, I saw Tang Jixiang standing behind with a smile. Yuan Xiaoyang finally saw a familiar person and breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Jixiang put his shoulder affectionately and said, "Try to play as much as possible. I'll invite you today."

Yuan Xiaoyang nodded uncomfortably and asked, "Where is the homework?"

"Oh yes, I forgot everything." Tang Jixiang went to get the homework, "You can write it casually, just finish it."

Tang Jixiang threw the homework to Yuan Xiaoyang and left. Yuan Xiaoyang asked him where Liu Lang was, but he didn't know. Yuan Xiaoyang stood there with his homework and was at a loss.

In addition to singing, there were also dancing, playing cards, drinking, and there were also groups of people playing game consoles in the corner. There were people everywhere, but Yuan Xiaoyang could not find 6 Lang.

"Sorry." Yuan Xiaoyang stopped a girl.

He saw the girl with a black shawl. Judging from her back, the hot man seemed to be simpler than other dyed people. But unexpectedly, the other party turned his head and saw that she had exquisite and mature makeup, and she was still holding a cigarette in her mouth. She looked like Yuan Xiaoyang was not from the same world as Yuan Xiaoyang.

"Do you know where...6Lang is?"

"Lang Ge?" The girl looked at Yuan Xiaoyang and pointed at the sand side casually, "It seems that you are there, you can find it yourself."

"Thank you." Yuan Xiaoyang nodded to the other party and walked towards the sand.

The sand in the private room was very large and had a concave shape. Yuan Xiaoyang saw 6 Lang sitting at the corner of the sand.

"Sorry... I borrowed it for a while." Yuan Xiaoyang pulled the strap of his schoolbag and said to the person sitting on the side of the sand.

Someone moved his feet away for Yuan Xiaoyang, and some people looked at Yuan Xiaoyang without any response. Yuan Xiaoyang was sideways and crossed his legs, and passed a pair of men and women who were kissing each other on the sand. They finally squeezed himself to Liu Lang's side.

"6 Long!"

There was no one around 6 Lang, and Yuan Xiaoyang sat down on 6 Lang's left hand. 6 Lang looked stinky. When he saw him coming, he didn't even raise his eyes, but just raised his feet to play with his cell phone.

The lights in the private room were dim, and the light from the phone faintly illuminated Liulang's gloomy face from bottom to top, which made Yuan Xiaoyang tremble.

From the first moment when Yuan Xiaoyang entered the private room, Liu Lang kept looking at Yuan Xiaoyang.

He didn't know if Yuan Xiaoyang was blind or what. He turned on the lights for himself. Yuan Xiaoyang had to ask people to know where he was? Was he deliberately pretending not to see him, or was he just trying to talk to someone else?

6 When you think about it, the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

After thinking about this, he thought of the fact that Yuan Xiaoyang promised to do his homework for Tang Jixiang yesterday.

I promised to help him do his homework in order to repay his kindness. Why did Tang Jixiang write to Tang Jixiang after he said that? Just for that little money?

6Lang has always been accustomed to being willful and can get angry for small things.

For him, the kitten he coaxed to meow at others could make him unhappy, let alone a person as big as Yuan Xiaoyang.

6 Lang didn't even look at Yuan Xiaoyang, and said coldly: "Why are you sitting here? There is no place next to you?"

Yuan Xiaoyang said: "I only know you."

"Don't you still know Tang Jixiang? Go and find him."

"But I still just want to sit with you." Yuan Xiaoyang looked up and smiled at Liu Lang, "You are the best person, sit next to you with peace of mind."

If everyone has nemesis, then Yuan Xiaoyang is the nemesis of 6 Lang.

The previous second, 6 Lang was still angry. When he heard Yuan Xiaoyang say that others were good, his anger was inexplicably relieved, and even the question changed: "Then are you still doing your homework for him? Isn't it enough to write mine?"

After being asked this, Yuan Xiaoyang laughed again.

There was a lot of noise around him. He was afraid that Liu Lang would not be able to hear clearly, so he came to Liu Lang's ear and whispered: "It takes money to buy a tutoring book. You can write the questions given by the teachers in other classes and get the money. Of course I have to write them... I will write them for you because you are nice to me, otherwise why would I do the same questions twice?"

After saying that, he mysteriously made a "shhh" gesture toward 6 Lang, indicating that 6 Lang could not tell others.

"Freak." 6 Lang turned his head away and rubbed his ears with a straight face, feeling his ears hot.

6 Lang's little emotion was solved, and Yuan Xiaoyang began to solve Tang Jixiang's homework on the spot.

The people Tang Jixiang and Zhou Qiang found were either rich second generation or a bunch of gangsters. They were playing around with the table. Yuan Xiaoyang tried to move a free space for himself to do his homework, but he didn't dare to touch other people's things casually. Finally, he simply put his schoolbag on his knees, took a book and started writing.

Singing, laughter, smoke and wine filled the box, and there were things that stimulated the senses everywhere.

On the right hand side of Yuan Xiaoyang is 6 Lang, on the left hand side is the man and woman who are still kissing passionately, and above his head are colorful ball lamps that are constantly changing colors. However, he is unmoved, as if he is sitting in a classroom, and opens the book and enters the world of exercises.

6 Lang glanced at Yuan Xiaoyang secretly and felt admiration for a good student for the first time.

Under such lights, he was confused when he looked at his phone, but Yuan Xiaoyang could still write mathematics, which was not something that ordinary willpower could do.

At this moment, Yuan Xiaoyang in his eyes emitted a slight light.

"Does Lang Ge want to sing?" Several people came over, "I really want to listen to you singing, come on!"

6 Lang moved his gaze away from Yuan Xiaoyang, and returned to the screen of his phone, without even looking at those people. Those people were bored and went to sing themselves.

After a while, a few more people came and called 6 Lang to play cards.

This group of people are familiar with Liu Lang, so Liu Lang has a better attitude and tells them with a blank expression that they are not in the mood today and go play with them.

People came and went, and Yuan Xiaoyang turned the page and continued to write.

6 Lang didn't sing and didn't want to play cards. He felt bored after playing with his mobile phone for a while, so he had to play with Yuan Xiaoyang.

Yuan Xiaoyang is a left-handed person, so he pulled Yuan Xiaoyang's right hand to see if the handwriting on it is still there. The handwriting is no longer there. I don't know what method Yuan Xiaoyang used to wash it off. After pinching it for a long time, I couldn't tell what it was.

After finishing playing with his hands, 6 Lang went to pull Yuan Xiaoyang's head again.

A roll is a very magical thing. You can pick up one piece and touch it. When you touch the bend, you will feel a special touch, which makes you never get tired of touching it, just like pinching bubble paper.

6Lang pulled the wool for the first time yesterday, but he had no experience. Today, after more experience, he began to look for the curly hair that has the best feel.

Yuan Xiaoyang was tilted to the side, but he was still very focused and unaffected.

People came and went, and it was time to close the store soon.

Half of the rolling gate of the milk tea shop was put down. One of the clerks did not have to close the store today and left first. Another clerk started to settle accounts, and Yuan Xiaoyang was responsible for other chores. He had to deal with the unsold tea, wash various cups and pots, wash the floor, and help organize the ingredients.

He packed up the goods delivered this afternoon, and carried a large box of uncooked tea leaves to the rack. However, the person was too short and the rack was too high, so he couldn't put it on tiptoe, so he had to give up and look for a ladder. But before he could take back his hand, he suddenly felt a lighter on his hand.

He looked back and then looked at Liu Lang with expressionless face stuffing the box onto the rack.

"I'll just come here. You can wait for me a while and you'll be able to go home." Yuan Xiaoyang leaned back and said to Liu Lang, his furry head rubbing against Liu Lang's chest.

6 Lang looked down at him with a silly look on his face, and did not respond to what he said, just asked: "All these are put on the rack?"

"Just come!"

"It seems that they are all put on the shelf." 6 Lang easily put a few boxes on the shelf. Others are taller. Putting these things is a matter of raising their hands for him, and it cannot be easier. However, after putting them on, Yuan Xiaoyang looked at him with bright eyes, looking at him with admiration.
Chapter completed!