In the afternoon self-study class, I hope to see your gentle figure on the court - open the book, a note appears in the gap between the pages, this- who will write this?

Daiyu looked down at the note resting on the page, her mind gradually became trance, when Yuanchun was provincial, she called her brothers and sisters to compose poems to amuse, thinking that she could show her talents, but Yuanchun only let everyone do one, Daiyu had the intention to show off her talents, so she had to write the poems into a note, and smashed Baoyu who was still thinking hard in front of her······ Now I don't know who is playing this trick again, although the protagonist has changed, but the way, the heart is the same, this is a young and willful person, the mind has figured out, and it should be regardless of ancient and modern, Daiyu is secretly funny, she tried her best, and wanted to forget the old man, but always at the moment of unguardedness, instantly evoked a piece of broken words - she really smiled, her smile was subtle and elegant, like the dew and lotus that had just poked out of the water in the early morning, which could arouse the poet Yaxing, and could stir up the feelings of the painter - a pair of eyes not far away, shining with the light of green and jumping, just like joy and shame, Secretly looked at Daiyu's side shadow······ Who could it be?

Daiyu hurriedly turned around, the students all opened their textbooks and were listening to the teacher's lessons, no one looked around, Bai Jian, Guo Siyu - a student who excelled in learning, his face was particularly grim·····"

Leng Daiyu!

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"Smack······

Teacher Wang Wenchao's hand sounded crisply, and he knocked on the podium again and again, "You come to answer - what did the teacher say just now·····?"

"What do you say·····"

Daiyu turned around, raised her eyes, and met the stern and slightly accusatory eyes of her master—Daiyu knew that she was wrong, and quickly stood up, who knew that her clothes were in the wind, and brought the small note in the book to the ground······ The master is really experienced in a hundred battles, his ears and eyes are sick, and the paper is windless, but he seems to feel "sloppy-"

The sound of the wind, and the eyes moved to the table with the wind······ Oh no, Daiyu's nerves tightened, and she was about to pretend that she didn't have it, lifted her right foot, and stepped on the note-"

Leng Daiyu, take the note.

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The master stood in front of Daiyu, his voice was not loud, but it was very shocking······ Take it, it's just a few numbers, you can't make any articles if you think about it, the moment she bent over, Daiyu's face turned red, and she showed a light smile - "I'll see what the hell you guys are doing?"

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The master's tone was stern, and Daiyu was about to secretly use her fingers to stick to the note, but a wind flashed next to her, and the note was already one step ahead of her, and quickly fell into the master's hands, only to see his eyes swept to the note, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth·····" Who wrote this note?

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The master's face was cold, the cold light in his eyes condensed, and he looked at Daiyu coldly, like a sharp blade, not at all like the casual master on weekdays - "I-I don't know-"

Daiyu really didn't know how to answer - "Who wrote it?"

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The old pedant held a note in his hand, walked along the aisle in the classroom, turned around one by one, and glanced at every student in the seat, the classmates looked at each other, and held their breath in fright, "At a young age, I have such thoughts, this-this-it seems that I have to check it carefully and kill this kind of ······ that is just in the bud."

The words of the old pedant, like thorns, pierced in the hearts of the students, everyone you and I said a word, and talked in a whisper······ A pair of eyes are hidden behind a book, secretly observing the movement around them······" Okay, no one admits it, right?,That-every student in the class writes down these words.,Even if you don't go to class today.,Don't get out of class.,Old man ····· today."

"Ahh

The classmates were very dissatisfied and couldn't help but coax loudly - "Master doesn't need to look for it, I wrote it."

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The classmate followed the prestige, only to see Bai Jian's stubborn face and stand up-"You-you-is it really you?"

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The master was heartbroken, and walked quickly to Bai Jian, with a great tendency to hate iron but not steel——"

The Master is wrong, it's just a lyric·····" After saying this, Bai Jian actually started the beat, tore his throat, and sang this sentence······"

What-you-+""

Master, these are the lyrics.

Several students in the class shouted·····