She admired this famous class leader of the third class very much, and she even felt that it was an infinite honor to say the first half of a sentence with him.

Somehow, she panicked when she saw him, panicked when she didn't see him, and when she got out of class, she always wanted to turn around and say a few words, but she was afraid that he would be upset.

She often picks up a very ordinary object and puts it on his desk, or secretly throws it at him with a paper ball, and pretends not to know.

During class, she likes to lean back hard, her long hair hanging down on his desk.

"Nasty!" she said to him with a smile, "rascal, tug at my hair!"

She thought that Wen Tianhao touched her hair, like touching her heart, and there were ripples in her heart.

Suddenly found that Shuang Xiaodong was smiling maliciously, he understood that it was Shuang Xiaodong who was playing hooligan, so he knocked it hard with a book.

"Tianhao, I bought a few review books, can you read them?"

"This is the fountain pen that my dad brought back in Beijing, do you need it?"

"Can you eat the banana my mother just gave me?"

"I'll eat!" Shuang Xiaodong said with a smile.

"Fart, you're the squad leader!" she quickly turned sunny to cloudy.

"Ming Yuchan, Wen Tianhao called you on the playground!" said Shuang Xiaodong solemnly.

"Really, I don't believe it!"

She quietly walked out and found that there was no one to look for on the playground, so angry that she hit Shuangxiaodong, who ran around the table.

"Tianhao, let's make a bet, shall we?"

"What bet?"

"I'll be able to surpass you!"

"Can't do it?"

"What if it exceeds?"

"You're a puppy!" Ming Yuchan pointed at Wen Tianhao and said.

"Here, Yuchan's love letter to you!" Shuang Xiaodong joked.

"Impossible!" Wen Tianhao read carefully. Looking at Wen Tianhao's shaking of his head, a sad heart surged into Yuchan's heart.

The autumn rain was heavy again, Yang Yuelong opened the window, and the pedestrians outside the hazy window were walking hurriedly, and he saw Ge San running to the doorman at a high speed, and then running back quickly.

He slammed the window shut, picked up a paper ball on the window, and threw it at Ge Shanshan: "Shanshan, you have the same name as Ge San?"

"Who is Ge San?"

"Your future husband!"

"Hu your mother's words!" Ge Shanshan scolded Yang Yuelong, he tugged on her pigtail, was stabbed by her with a pen, and ran out, and the little red dot overflowed red circles in an instant.

"Domestic violence, authentic domestic violence!" Jia Chongwen said to Ge Shanshan, who was smiling at the house, "You pierced the hand of the 'worm'!"

She ran back suspiciously, looked at Yang Yuelong's bloody hand and said, "I didn't mean to!"

"You pay for my hand!"

Looking at Ge Shanshan, who wanted to cry but didn't cry, Yang Yuelong deliberately got angry and said: "Give me your hand, cook for me, wash clothes, or you write me a love letter!"

"Mosquito, make a copy when you write a love letter in the future, and give me a copy of the 'worm'. Ge Shanshan chuckled.

Jia Chongwen misses Mu Nana again, he almost doesn't look down on all teachers, Ye Yu is too tender, calm and too rigid, Ming Jiacheng is too honest, Xia Heyue is too vain, "firewood" is too ruthless, and Wen Ren is doing Fahai in this humane era, dismantling the mandarin ducks and butterflies one by one.

He transferred Nana and Ge Shanshan away, changed the table with Xiangyang, and then touched Nana's hair, it would be difficult to smell her body fragrance.

If his grades drop this semester, it must be the fault of hearing people, and he misses Nana every day, and even reaches a state of obsession.

As long as it's not a laughing class, he can't help but express his feelings.

At this time, he hated himself, hated that his clumsy pen could not express his surging feelings.

He has a lot of thoughts, full of pride, sowing love seeds, and the love tree grows like crazy, lush and lush, and covers the hills.

The cicada sings love songs in the green greenery, the love birds dance in the summer cage, and the flame of love beats from time to time, burning his heart enthusiastically.

He is a little envious of people, his mouth is like a river, gushing endlessly, and the vivid words are like the silk wool of spring silkworms, if he can weave a cocoon of love.

"I'm a mosquito, you're blood, I love you like a mosquito loves blood" Jia Chongwen thought about it for a long time before he came up with such a sentence, and he felt too bloody.

"You are a cloud, I am a ghost, without you, I have no soul" is too cold, "I am a fish, you are water, without you I am homeless" is too exaggerated.

After thinking about it, I wrote this sentence: "Love is a lamp, I am a moth, and it is worth flying fire for you!"

He was very happy and thought that this was the best saying, better than "the days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless", and it is also better than "in heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and in the earth I wish to be a branch".

He folded the strip of paper into a square, supported the rubber band with his thumb and forefinger, grabbed one end, and shot it right on their table.

There are also those who shoot elsewhere, and they will inevitably be scolded twice, which is also willing.

Nana read it carefully and smiled knowingly.

Yang Yuelong was scolding Ge Shanshan again, and when class was over, he ran to her again to make trouble, pulling her braids, patting her head, touching her face, and kicking her ass.

Yuchan also became impetuous, and Wen Tianhao's shadow often flickered in front of her eyes.

She was very scared, worried about her declining grades, and tried to control her thoughts, which wrapped around her like a spider's web, making her unable to escape.

She studied hard to divert the space of thinking, but her grades declined step by step, and the head teacher talked to her several times, but to no avail.

She rarely talked to him anymore, and finally one day, she couldn't control her thoughts, borrowed his language book, stuffed a note and handed it over, her excited heart was pounding, her eyes were looking for it, and she couldn't hide her shyness.

She was as frightened as a rabbit, and wished he could see it, but he slipped the book into his desk pocket, and she burst into tears.

Ye Yu is so beautiful, and her red clothes set off her beauty even more.

The language is so crisp, like the spring water of the bright March dingdong, the little fish happily drilled from the surface of the water to the shallow bottom, it must feel the warmth of the stream.

The stream is clear and transparent, like a blue sky, so that Xia Changping can see Ye Yu's heart at a glance, and he likes her class the most-it is simply a dance, it is the heavenly girl waving her long sleeves and graceful in the clear sky.

He also liked to ask her questions, even the slightest one she did not tire of, she was very close to him, leaning sideways, her beautiful black hair swinging like willow, sometimes brushing his face slightly.

He heard her breathing, warm and wet.

He was intoxicated, it was the first time in his life that he had come into contact with such a beautiful teacher, and it was a blessing to meet her.

His excitement was indescribable, and he wanted to say several times, "Teacher, I like you!" and was afraid that the teacher would ignore him again.

One day he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a note was quickly sent to the teacher's desk: "Teacher, I like your class!"

Soon, he also received a note from the teacher: "The teacher also likes you, I wish you success!"

He was ecstatic, treasured it in his diary, looked at it a few times a day, and his heart was filled with infinite strength, and he felt that his English was much stronger than before.

Wen Ren Xiaoyu went to the hospital to visit Liu Wu several times, and she gradually recovered, and Wen Ren was relieved.

Every time she went to the hospital, she always asked Wen Ren if there were any ghosts in the world, and he firmly told her "no".

She asked for the answer to the story that day, and Wenren told her easily: "There are zongzi leaves stuck under your feet!"

She smiled happily, she had never seen her so happy! Her father never spoke of medical bills, which did make him anxious.

"I want to say to you about my eyes, but I don't open my mouth, a group of stars are laughing in the bright night sky. I want to tell you my heart, but I don't open my mouth, in the morning dew, countless pairs of eyes are jumping. I want to say to you but I don't open my mouth, I'm afraid that the beautiful butterflies will fly away. ”

During the Chinese class, Wen Tianhao thought about it, he saw the note he was holding, the pulse of his heart beat almost more than 200 times per minute, he was flustered and involuntary to read, signed "Ming".

As he looked at her, a curtain of red fell on her cheeks.

Because of his thoughts, the teacher Wenren reprimanded him fiercely and asked him why, but he only said that he was sleepy.

The first time he lied in front of the teacher, and the first time he was reprimanded by the teacher, he was very sad.

Nana began to reply, what a good poem, from the bottom of my heart, and it was written in class again.

This love letter made Jia Chongwen full of emotion, he caressed the letter, tears of excitement were like floodgates, it was drizzling outside, and it was already pouring rain in the classroom.

"Ask what is the situation in the world, only let people promise life and death", what did he hesitate, it was a self-study class, and he was not there, he picked up the pen, stared at the textbook, frowned, and whispered to himself, a few lines were written:

"Na, meeting you is my greatest happiness, I am willing to be your little love dog, and stay by your side for life.

When the pervert comes, I am puffy, give me food and I open my mouth, when you are happy, I wag my tail, when you are sad, I am afraid, I will not talk back to you, I will not let you suffer, I am willing to be your little slave, everything is busy around the master.

You are a sheep and I am a grass, and when it sprouts, it grows for the master; you are a flower and I am a butterfly, and I am panicked when I don't see my heart for one day, I can't spread my wings for two days, and I don't see my soul for three days. Na, I love you!"

Jia Chongwen couldn't help laughing when he wrote this, he suddenly felt that the "firewood" could not talk about composition, and if students were asked to write "love essays", the writing level would definitely be greatly improved.

He laughed, and Yang Yuelong didn't notice it when he dragged him.

He folded the strip of paper into a square, held the rubber band with his thumb and forefinger, tugged at one end, and slowly took aim, finding a wide wall blocking his direction.

Slowly moving upwards along the wall, a head poked out, round, staring wide-eyed.

Seeing that something was wrong, he hurriedly withdrew the rubber band, and a big hand covered his small hand, and when he flipped it up, the note went into Yu Yanmei's pocket.