The next day, Yuan Xiaoyang came to the ktv that Tang Jixiang said yesterday as promised.

This was the first time Yuan Xiaoyang came to KTV. As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned by the magnificent decoration. He had thought about working part-time on KTV, but his uncle stopped him and finally chose to go to the milk tea shop.

Now that he saw the inside of KTV, he couldn't help but think that it was right that he didn't come at the beginning, and that he was too out of place.

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 into the room 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 Lu Lang was.

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

When he turned around, he 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." Tang Jixiang went to get the homework, "You can just write it casually, just finish it."

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

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

"Sorry." Yuan Xiaoyang stopped a girl.

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

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

"Lang Ge?" The girl looked at Yuan Xiaoyang and pointed at the sofa 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 sofa.

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

"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 sofa.

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 lying on the sofa with kisses. He finally squeezed himself to Lu Lang.

"Lu Lang!"

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

The lights in the private room were dim, and the light emitted by the mobile phone illuminated Lu Lang's gloomy face from bottom to top, which made Yuan Xiaoyang tremble.

From the first moment when Yuan Xiaoyang entered the private room, Lu 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?

Lu Lang thought about it all, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

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?

Lu Lang 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.

Lu 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 Lu Lang, "You are the best person, sit next to you with peace of mind."

If everyone has nemesis, then Yuan Xiaoyang is Lu Lang's nemesis.

The previous second Lu Lang was still angry. When he heard Yuan Xiaoyang say that others were good, his anger was inexplicably relieved, and even the questioning 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 Lu Lang would not be able to hear it clearly, so he leaned into Lu 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 at Lu Lang, indicating that Lu Lang could not tell others.

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

Lu Lang's little emotion was resolved, 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 side of Yuan Xiaoyang was Lu Lang, on the left side was the man and woman who were still kissing passionately, and above his head were colorful ball lights that were constantly changing colors. However, he was unmoved, as if he was sitting in a classroom, and opened the book and entered the world of exercises.

Lu 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 a song?" Several people came over, "I really want to listen to you singing, come on!"

Lu Lang moved his gaze away from Yuan Xiaoyang and returned to the screen of his phone. He didn't even look at those people. Those people were bored and went to sing themselves.

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

This group of people is familiar with Lu Lang, so Lu 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.

Lu 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 was still there. The handwriting was no longer there. I don't know what method Yuan Xiaoyang used to wash it off. Lu Lang pinched it for a long time but couldn't tell what it was.

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

Curly hair is a very magical thing. You can just grab one and touch it. When you touch the curve, you will feel a special touch, which makes you never get tired of touching it, just like pinching bubble paper.

Lu Lang pulled the wool for the first time yesterday, but he had no experience. After more experience today, he began to look for the curly hair that felt the best.
Chapter completed!