The students who reacted quickly immediately shook their heads, the students with weak hearts drooped their heads, and the sluggish students looked dazed and stared at the teacher. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The teacher was angry, stood on the podium, and directly pointed out four students who were excellent in character and learning on weekdays, including He An'an: "You are in a group, search for desks and schoolbags for me, and report them as long as you see a small book." ”

The class suddenly burst into a ghost crying wolf.

"Give me all peace! Today, I will take care of your unhealthy and evil trend! Anyone who finds a book will find their parents tomorrow! ”

He Anan was in charge of the group next to the window, all of them were classmates in the same class, she didn't read it carefully at all, it meant what it meant, but after a trip, she saw some signs of it, and there were indeed classmates in the class who also read small books, and there were quite a few of them.

Some students will stare nervously at Her movements when He An'an comes over, and when they see He An'an just symbolically reaching into the schoolbag, and then pulling out his hand without taking anything, he will obviously exhale a breath.

As soon as He Anan checked the second table, he heard someone report: "Teacher, he has a small book in his bag." ”

Who, so unlucky, He Anan turned his head curiously and looked at it, dumbfounded.

Fan Xuezhi stood up from his seat, his skin was dark, and he couldn't see that he was blushing, but he was hanging his head, looking like he had done something wrong.

The teacher hates that iron is not steel, and he almost squeezes out this sentence from between his teeth: "Fan Xuezhi!" There's you! You! You're going to call me to school tomorrow! Did you hear me! ”

"I hear you." Fan Xuezhi was like a defeated rooster, his eyebrows were drooping, and the whole person looked like he was covered with a layer of gray shadow.

When he came home from school, He Anan sat in the back seat next to Fan Xuezhi, this person was silent, and he looked deeply shocked.

He Anan glanced at him and didn't speak, it seemed embarrassing to say anything at this time.

When the car arrived, He Anan stretched out his hand to open the door and wanted to get out of the car, but before he could open the door, his hand was pressed.

The hand that held her down was hot, more roasting than the air conditioner in the car.

He Anan turned around and met Fan Xuezhi's dark eyes.

Fan Xuezhi looked at He Anan and muttered aggrievedly: "That book is not mine." ”

He Anan wanted to laugh, but held back: "Whose is that?" ”

Fan Xuezhi hesitated, paused, and then whispered: "Sun Cong'an's." ”

He Anan also whispered: "You didn't see it? ”

Fan Xuezhi nodded, then shook his head immediately, and explained awkwardly: "He borrowed me once before, I watched it, this time he stuffed it to me in the morning, I haven't had time to see it yet?" ”

He An'an couldn't hold back his laughter, whose child is this, so honest, and there are two things to say.

Fan Xuezhi waited for a while, but he didn't see He Anan speak, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that she was silent, squinting and smiling.

A pair of eyes that have been bent into crescent moons, not to mention, they are really good-looking.

Fan Xuezhi raised his eyes to look at people, and the corners of his mouth slowly rolled out a trace of arc, you are small, tease me.

He Anan withdrew his hand from his warm palm, and patted the back of his hand with his backhand, with a little reassurance: "You still have to think about it, how to get past Grandpa Fan and Grandma Fan." ”

He Anan threw down such a sentence before getting out of the car.

Fan Xuezhi was still a little apprehensive before, but he suddenly fell to the ground, feeling that what he had been regarded as a big thing was actually a big fart, and it was nothing at all.

Fan Xuezhi leaned in front of the car window, and saw He Anan's back hidden behind the big iron gate.

Fan Xuezhi went home, Fan Lao sat on the sofa watching TV, and Mrs. Fan was busy helping the guards serve dishes from the kitchen.

Seeing him come back, Mrs. Fan greeted him with a smile: "Are you hungry?" Tonight there is your favorite tomato meat snippet. ”

Fan Xuezhi was weak and couldn't think of how to open this mouth, so he agreed, went back to the house to change clothes, wash his hands and eat.

Mrs. Fan vigorously served him vegetables: "Eat this, aren't you clamoring to eat beef, this is the most nutritious one removed from the top of the chop." ”

Fan Xuezhi took it, didn't eat, his heart was crossed, and he said directly: "The teacher asked the parents to go to school tomorrow." ”

Mrs. Fan also persuaded her: "Eat quickly, you won't be able to bite it when it's cold for a while." Yes? What did you say? ”

Fan Xuezhi repeated it again, feeling that his face was hot.

Before the old lady Fan could react, she just wanted to ask again, so she listened to her old man ask, "Because of what?" ”

"Because I read extracurricular books in class." Fan Xuezhi replied, his voice muffled, with obvious weakness.

"What book are you reading? It's so interesting, I can't bear to let go of class. Fan Lao looked at Fan Xuezhi, he usually looked like a little adult, but now he raised the bowl high to cover half of his face by eating.

Fan Xuezhi was silent, ashamed.

Fan Lao looked at his squirming appearance, and understood in his heart that the taste was coming, and he was not angry, nor angry,

Fan Lao thinks that boys, it's normal to have a little extracurricular hobbies, Fan Xuezhi usually doesn't need adults to worry about studying, he can keep up with his studies, and it is not a big deal to read some extracurricular reading materials in private.

Understanding is understanding, and some things that should be asked still have to be asked clearly.

Fan Lao asked him: "Your books are all on the shelves at home, where do you get the extracurricular books you read?" Who borrowed you? ”

Fan Xuezhi originally didn't talk much, unless he wanted to say it, no one wanted to pry open his mouth to inquire about the news, and there was no door.

Fan Lao couldn't ask who lent him the book from Fan Xuezhi's mouth, Fan Lao could only guess by himself, this book may have been lent to him by his classmates, or Fan Xuezhi himself secretly bought it with money, Fan Xuezhi is rich, and the pocket money given on weekdays is pinched in his hands, and Fan Lao and his wife never ask on weekdays.

Fan Xuezhi has been sensible since he was a child, the child is obedient, studies well, and has no bad habits, so no one needs to worry about it, so Fan Lao is not sure if he has taken the money to go out to buy something that should not be bought.

It is impossible for Fan Lao to ask from his classmates, so he can only start with his own children.

The next day, while Fan Xuezhi went to school, Fan broke into Fan Xuezhi's bedroom without permission for the first time in his life, and searched Fan Xuezhi's bedroom as if he had demined it with the reconnaissance skills he had trained in his military career.

I didn't expect him to find something.

A small book, the size of a palm, with a dark pink cover.

Fan Lao looked at the little book, and inexplicably wanted to laugh, he had seen this thing when he was young, but it was all comic books, and it was also a booklet, and that thing was popular at that time. (To be continued.) )