I don't know if it's Huang Mingxue's illusion, she feels more and more cute at the same table. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info even the boring English texts sounded like honey to her, although it was quiet, but glutinous and soft.

Cheng Weiwei sat at the third table of the last group from the door, which happened to be the window inside.

So when she was distracted, she could just look out the window and look out the back at the playground.

A team of boys wore sweatshirts and exercised outside in the morning. This is the sports student of their school. Unlike cultural students, their focus is on two areas: sports and learning. Therefore, I will spend a lot of time studying to practice.

However, in the eyes of ordinary cultural students, special students like them are much better than ordinary cultural students, and they can go to college. But not many students can withstand the fatigue and hardship of training.

Fu Mings is an excellent representative of sports students, which may come from his natural telekinesis nerves that are better than others, or his active personality and love of telekinesis. He always shines in this group of long-legged, tall, muscular sports students.

Furmings is good at sports and has good grades, these are not his main attractions.

The contrast is cute. An elegant and white face, full of polite temperament, no matter how you look at it, it is not a sportsman. It's like an introverted personality and a national genius who reads poetry and books.

He satisfies the image of first love in the girl's heart, and that day, the sun is just right, the breeze is blowing, and he happens to be wearing a white shirt.

Now active boys are more attractive than studious boys. What's more, this boy still has a good skin.

Maybe Fu Mings didn't know that there were many girls who wanted to soak him, and there were many girls who fantasized about his few abs and mermaid line. Maybe she, too.

Cheng Weiwei found him from a bunch of boys at a glance, he was running on the rubber track, with vigorous steps, the rising sun seemed to be completely shining on him, he was the golden lion leading the run.

Genius is ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent inspiration. You get what you give, and sometimes the effort is not proportional to the gain, or even the gain.

Sitting in the classroom, we looked at them running out the window, there was no shortcut to success, only redoubled sweat and effort.

Fifty minutes of morning reading passed, and Cheng Weiwei had already put down the textbook. But Fourmins' training wasn't over yet.

Cheng Weiwei turned her face sideways, brushed aside the bangs that blocked her vision, and looked at Fu Mingsi quietly.

The distance was a bit far, and she couldn't see it very clearly, just a vague figure. But she was reluctant to look away.

The first class began. In the words of her classmates, the math teacher is an old woman who is in menopause, and her nickname is Extinction Shitai. You'll have to keep her awake in class, and she'll do something to toss you around at some point.

Sure enough, the math teacher helped her black square frame, and she spoke:

"Now, I'll take one of my classmates to come up and write a topic, and check to see if you had any pre-study last night."

The whole class is put on alert. She looked at the roster and her eyes stayed on Cheng Weiwei's name.

"Cheng Weiwei. You come up and answer this question. ”

Huang Mingxue bumped Cheng Weiwei with her elbow. Only then did Cheng Weiwei react, this was the math teacher calling her.

Cheng Weiwei? Ignoring the confusion of the people in the class.

She lowered her head and let her bangs block her expression. Go up to the podium.