The "Jingle Bell" bell rings at the end of class, and the class ends quickly.

The students watched Teacher Zeng walk out of the classroom and began to cheer collectively. As soon as the school starts, almost all students have not yet entered the state of learning, and this is the first day of school. No, almost everyone relaxed after class.

But happiness goes quickly, the ten-minute break passed in the blink of an eye, the pain came, the next class is the math class, this is not like the Chinese language class, as long as it is written seriously, you will pass the subject. Everyone has a look on their faces that they are going to go to war, especially girls, after all, mathematics, a very logical subject, has always been a strong point for boys.

At this time, under the comfort of Twilight, Tilt had already regained her spirits and wanted to listen to the math class, after all, Tilt has never been a sentimental Lin Daiyu type of person, and it is not her style to keep a depressed face.

Twilight Yu saw that Tilt was in a good state, and listened carefully to the class with Tilt, and the students of Class 4 finished the math class calmly and muddled under the pressure of the high school math teacher's super fast speech.

According to the schedule, the seventh class in the afternoon should be a daily self-study class, but because today is the beginning of the school year, in order to make the teachers and students more familiar, this class has been changed to a class meeting class.

When he saw the teacher writing the seven big words "believe in the power of struggle" on the podium, he knew that it was time to start pouring chicken soup for the soul, and he had no expectations for the next class.

Turning his head to look around, almost half of the people were sitting seriously, but their eyes were glancing at the table, which showed that everyone also thought that the class would be boring. When I turned my head, I saw Twilight Yu who was closing her eyes and recuperating, and at a glance, she knew that she was wandering outside the world.

"Twilight, are you bored?" Tilt gently tugged at Twilight's sleeve and whispered.

"Hmm!" Twilight felt her sleeve and opened her eyes, looked at the tilt, and whispered a 'hmm'.

"So what are we going to eat tonight Twilight! Or is it still corn delicacy? "I had been in class for an afternoon, and my stomach was already empty, so I naturally thought that I would be able to eat Dui's mother's specialty after going home from class, and I thought about the sweet and crispy corn delicacies, and the delicious drunken chicken, and the drool was going to flow down.

Twilight Yu saw that she looked like a foodie, and the corners of her lips curled up with pleasure, "No, Mom said she was going to make a new dish tonight." ”

"What a dish!" Tilting looked at Twilight with an expectant expression, she felt that Twilight's mother must have told Twilight Yu to cook something at night, because every time he guessed it!

Instead of immediately answering Tilt's question, Twilight asked rhetorically, "Guess?" ”

As soon as she heard Twilight Yu say this, she came to her senses, and she liked to guess the food the most.

"Is it winter melon wine? Or a fish pot! ”

Tilt guessed more than a dozen of her favorite foods in a row, but she didn't guess correctly. Reaching out and rubbing his hair, he said to Twilight a little pitifully, "Okay Twilight, you can sue me!" I'm really not there. ”

Twilight Yu likes to be coquettish when she pours him in something, and she looks very cute! However, he didn't give the answer so easily, but smiled and said, "Then I'll give you some hints!" It's something you haven't eaten, and you mentioned it to your mother a few days ago that you want to eat it, do you have any impressions? ”

Tilting his two white and tender little hands, supporting his chin, he thought about it seriously, and then suddenly realized: "Chestnut chicken!" Definitely! After speaking, he looked at Twilight Yu and said, "Isn't that right?" ”

After he finished speaking, he felt that his voice was not very loud, and suddenly it became loud.

Seeing the somewhat unnatural Twilight, he turned his head to look behind him consciously, and when he was done, he saw that he didn't know when Teacher Zeng had stopped talking, and looked at her and Twilight Yu in a daze.

Originally, the two of them sat at the last table, and the teacher should not have heard their conversation, but because the whole class did not make a sound, the 'chestnut chicken' was very loud. Almost at the same time as hearing the contents of the dumping words, the whole class burst into laughter.

Hearing everyone's inclination, her face turned red instantly, and the whole person was lying on the table, she now wanted to find a hole in the ground to turn into!

"Is chestnut chicken delicious?" Teacher Zeng also said a little angrily, after all, that teacher didn't want someone to desert when he was talking. But because Mr. Zeng himself is a relatively gentle person, even if there is anger in his tone, the students almost can't feel it.

As soon as Twilight Yu saw that everyone's focus was on Tilt again, she stood up anxiously and said flatly, "Yes, teacher, it's delicious!" "He wants to draw everyone's attention to himself so that the pouring dense phobia doesn't flare up.

When Teacher Zeng heard Twilight's answer, he felt like he was gossiping, and when he saw the leaning on the table and didn't stand up, he said in a cold tone: "I know you think these contents are boring, but out of respect for the teacher, you should keep quiet, you are both high school students, you have grown up, and the teacher hopes that you can be more mature." ”

After Mr. Zeng finished speaking, he looked at Du Yu and said, "You sit down!" Isn't it an example? ”

"Don't you take it as an example," Twilight sat down after saying a few words.

"With the rest of the time, the teacher won't be verbose and start running for class office, right? The position teacher will write on the wall, and those who are interested in running for election will come to the stage to speak, and then some students will write their names on the slip of paper and call it. As he spoke, Mr. Zeng handed a wad of blank paper to the students at the first table in front of him and asked him to distribute it to the students.