Chapter 5 (1/2)

Gaojing some wonder, ”far brother, do you think your sister seems a little different.” He drew two strokes, ”it seems that there is no makeup, but it doesn't feel like the light is different.”

Su Yuanzhou was also a little puzzled.

After all, he had seen Su Qiuge lick dogs before. No matter how smelly his face was, she could laugh like a flower.

Su Yuanzhou thought for a while, and finally found the reason - he pulled her black, so she was angry.

Su Yuanzhou want to understand after a cold hum, ”I hope she can always like this.” Then he turned his head and raised his chin to Gao Jing, ”but I'll bet you that she will continue to annoy me in three days.”

Gao Jing thought, ”is it a bad mood? I heard before that she couldn't keep up with the schedule in class one and had no friends. Some people say she's about to be kicked out of class one

Su Yuanzhou after this sentence slightly Leng.

After thinking about it, he opened his mobile phone and looked down at his wechat address book blacklist.

Brother's small cotton padded jacket quietly lying inside, pink head seems a little dim. He opened the upper right corner and hovered his thumb on the ”remove from blacklist”.

Gao Jing, who didn't notice his little action, continued, ”what do her parents think, how do they put her in class one? Think that's good for her? ”

Almost when Gao Jing said ”her parents”, Su Yuanzhou's face showed disgust.

He locked the phone and tucked it into his trouser pocket.

”Who knows.”

and susig, on the other side, did not know that she had met with the old brother who had been make complaints about her.

When she returned to the classroom, she found that Xie Xinglin had not come back. With two packs of bear biscuits in her arms, she slowly returned to her seat.

At noon, I don't know which class representative went to the teacher to get the paper and put it on everyone's desk.

She first looked around like a thief, and when she was sure no one saw her little action, she quickly stuffed a pack of bear biscuits into the stack of papers on her desk.

In order to cover it up, she wrapped it in paper twice.

Although I don't know what it's like for her to pretend to be a good student at school, it doesn't conflict with apologizing to him.

Bear biscuits are so delicious that they should make up for today's terrible ink incident and the Siamese penalty in Chinese class.

I hope the man can forget what he did to him and give up the idea of revenge.

Suqiuge stuffed up and looked at the empty seat of her deskmate. She felt guilty at the thought that when he came back, she would find the mystery hidden under these seemingly simple papers.

What if he took this bag of bear biscuits and asked her, ”which idiot put this on my desk?”

Although he may be too lazy to pay attention to her, she thinks too much, but the longer Su Qiuge sits in the seat, the more he feels unable to sit down, even unable to do the test paper.

She thought to herself that she might as well go to the self-study classroom in other lunch break time for a while, and when the class bell rang in the afternoon, she would come back as if nothing had happened.

Yes, that's it.

So Su Qiuge went out to find the classroom with the test paper and the guidance book.

Not long after she left, Xie Xinglin entered the classroom through the back door.

From a distance, he saw a very strange curve on his desk.

He slightly picked the tip of his brow, approached and pulled the test paper.

A pink package rolled out of the pile of papers and fell directly to the ground.

Xie Xinglin looked down at the strawberry flavor bear biscuit lying on the ground for a while, and an unpredictable emotion flashed in his eyes.

Then he bent down to pick it up. When he looked down, he found a crumpled note lying between two desks.

He took up the crumpled note paper. Then, he patiently unfolded the note ball bit by bit.

I saw on the crumpled paper:

I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll recite the text next time. What compensation do you want? I'll buy you something to eat.

Next to it was a very rough crying face.

Xie Xinglin stared at the crying face for a while and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Su Qiuge found a self-study classroom, first read the recent science knowledge points in the guidance book, and then began to brush today's papers. It was not until the beginning of the first class in the afternoon that Su Qiuge slowly returned to the classroom.

When I went back, Xie Xinglin was writing a question.

Long legs overlapping under the table, the appearance is very regular, but can always see that kind of lazy feeling.

Su Qiuge found that his eyelashes were really long. When he looked down, he would leave a small shadow in his eye socket.

It's really unfair for a man to look so good. He would rather give a man a beautiful face than share it with you.She pulled back her chair and sat down, as if nothing had happened, but she was watching what was on his desk.

The bear biscuit is gone.

I don't know if it is her illusion. I always feel that when she looks at the past, this person seems to glance at himself.

She slightly Leng, and then by the way to see that he had almost finished today's math paper.

Su Qiuge

What kind of perversion is this??

She thought she was fast enough to brush the questions. She even won the disgraceful title of ”fastest woman” in her class before.

How can Xie Xinglin be faster than himself??

Is it really good for a man to be so fast??

Su Qiuge suddenly developed a deep sense of crisis.

She looked down at the paper on her desk and held her new pen.

And sitting on the right side of Su Qiuge, Tang Jie sees that Su Qiuge, who is still sleepy just after entering the door, suddenly starts to write formulas on the draft paper like chicken blood.

Basically every time you write down a formula, there will be one more answer on the test paper. The speed is frightening, but Tang Jie's heart doesn't fluctuate at this time, and he even wants to laugh.

He thinks: this Su Qiuge scribbles the examination paper quite can pretend force, unexpectedly also want to scribble two times in the draft paper.