Facts have once again proved that in the face of sugar-coated cannonballs, Zhang Lan's guy is like a cat touching a fish, without any ability to resist, and there is no ability of our party to eat the sugar-coated cannonballs and return the cannonballs.

Walking into the classroom, Zhang Lan was greeted by the surprised eyes of his classmates, which felt like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. There are more than 70 people in the class, and there is only one thought in their hearts: What kind of nerves does this person have today? Why did you come here without an exam?

Looking at the gaze of her classmates, Zhang Lan sweated profusely: she just rarely comes to school, and she usually sees her classmates on the street and goes up to say hello enthusiastically, as for looking at herself with this kind of eyes?

"Today, what we are going to talk about is ......" At this moment, a guy who should obviously be a geography teacher walked in - Zhang Lan has a good memory, this guy is indeed a geography teacher - lowered his head and put the lecture notes on the desk, opened the textbook, and was about to start the lecture when he inadvertently looked up, and suddenly found that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little wrong, no, not something wrong, but very, very wrong, usually in the classroom where there was always some noise before class, today the students were unusually quiet. \///\\

Well? What's going on? Could it be that the new clothes I wore today make me more handsome? The geography teacher looked down quite narcissistically at the suit he had gritted his teeth and spent hundreds of oceans to buy: Well, according to the little girl in the store, it was the most popular style this year, and it looked like she was indeed much more handsome than before.

These students are still very good, and the aesthetic point of view is good! The geography teacher was in a good mood.

It's just that. Well, wait, no, why aren't these eyes looking at themselves? The poor geography teacher, who was sullen in his heart, suddenly noticed a very serious problem: this, it seemed, as if the eyes of these students were indeed focused on one point. It's just that this point doesn't seem to be me.

Well, I'll see what's going on! The mood was made up, and the geography teacher was quite angry in his heart: Damn, it's hard to get back to yourself. But there are still people who dare to steal their limelight at this time, it's just unbearable for uncles and aunts!

When the poor geography teacher gathered his eyes on the spot where everyone was paying attention to the same as the students below, the little anger that had just ignited in the poor geography teacher's heart was suddenly like a small match that had just been struck and a large basin of water was poured on it: the dead can no longer die. \\

Now the poor geography teacher felt that his blood pressure was starting to rise, his head was starting to dizzy from excessive congestion, and the beating rate of his heart was starting to speed up and speed up again.

His hands hurriedly propped himself up on the lectern at this moment, which avoided the embarrassment of falling from the podium. But this is not what the poor geography teacher wants to know, and his current physical condition is not what he wants to care about. What he desperately wants to know now is: Zhang Lan, a genius who never comes to class and the student who has the most headache for all teachers, came to his class today, why? Thinking of this little ancestor, whom even the principal avoided, the poor geography teacher began to muttered in his heart, could it be that he had inadvertently committed this little evil star? God, why am I so unlucky?

Looking at Zhang Lan's unhappy Lian, the poor geography teacher's heart kept being entangled. How does he know? The reason why Zhang Lan came today was completely dragged by someone. \\/\ Being forced to do something you don't like to do, the expression on your face will naturally not be happy. Even if the face is handsome, the meaning of "I'm in a bad mood" is obvious. But it's almost written on the face!

The poor geography teacher didn't know the reason, so he naturally began to find the reason from himself, and hurriedly recalled what he had done recently: well, he had never physically punished the student, nor had he scolded the student, and he was even more kind to the little girlfriend of the little ancestor's legend and his tablemate, Mo Liyan, and never spoke to her loudly.

Extrapolating it outward, I haven't had a quarrel with anyone recently, and I don't have any opinion even when I divided the house two days ago, and the house on the fourth floor that was supposed to be assigned to me was changed to the sixth floor.

Well, thinking so, the geography teacher finally relieved himself a little: this little ancestor, well, shouldn't be here to find trouble for himself, right?

Zhang Lan was a little depressed, looking at the junior high school geography textbook that she remembered clearly in her mind, she really couldn't figure out what it meant for Mo Liyan to pull herself to class.

Seeing Zhang Lan frowning and reading a book, our poor geography teacher, who was taken aback by Zhang Lan's sudden arrival, finally determined one thing: this little ancestor, this time is really not here to find anyone's trouble, if this little ancestor wants to find his own trouble, there is no need to wait until now and have not acted. \\

Moreover, didn't you see that Mo Liyan next to him was saying something to him? For the small action between Zhang Lan and Mo Liyan, the poor geography teacher had only one reaction: direct ignorance! As long as these two are honest in their own classes, let alone whispering together, even if they are napping directly on the table, they will never touch their moldy heads.

"Isn't it that difficult?" Zhang Lan looked at the textbooks in front of her, feeling depressed that she was dragged to school by Mo Liyan, and hated herself, why couldn't she stick to her principles? Why doesn't this girl listen to the command of her brain when she says two good words? "Such a simple thing, you should be able to understand it at a glance, right? Do you still need me to tell you? ”

"Please," Mo Liyan glanced at Zhang Lan, looked at the classmates around him, and didn't pay attention to himself, so he leaned on the desk and whispered to Zhang Lan to bite his ear, "Do you think everyone is as talented as you?" You can remember something by looking at it once," he said and knocked his little head in distress, "People are very stupid, the distribution of these minerals, the main stream and tributaries, the direction of the mountain range, etc., always need to be watched several times to remember." \///\\”

Do you have a low IQ? Hearing Mo Liyan say this, Zhang Lan was really a little speechless: As an outstanding talent with an IQ of 120, although he is still a little short of the IQ standard of a genius, can your IQ level, such a little bit of something that can hardly be called difficult, can stump you, the second in the class and the whole grade? - Well, unfortunately, the first place in the class and the first place in the whole grade were taken up by Zhang Lan. ,

Looking at Zhang Lan's speechless gaze at her, the little girl wisely surrendered: "Okay, okay, it's okay for people to admit their mistakes to you." ”

As he spoke, his little hand had gently held Zhang Lan's hand under the desk, lying on the desk, the beautiful head was tilted to Zhang Lan's side, a pair of eyes as clear as lake water looked at Zhang Lan without blinking, and something called affection sparkled in his eyes, "I admit it, I miss you, I want to see you every day, I want you to be by my side during class, so that I can really feel your existence; I want to go to dinner with you after school, and let me watch you eat quietly; I want to walk hand in hand with you on the road. In short, I just want to be with you all the time. ”

"Silly girl." Zhang Lan said softly.

Hearing Mo Liyan say this, Zhang Lan understood this girl's mind even if she was a fool, and she didn't care that she was a classmate before and after, and gently pinched Mo Liyan's pink little face, "Then you will grow up quickly, and when you grow up, we can be together every day." ”

"I don't want to grow up," the little girl sighed faintly, picked up the exercise book in front of her, wrote quietly, and handed it to Zhang Lan after writing. I'm so scared to grow up, when I grow up, will you still spoil me, love me, get used to me, and hold me in the palm of your hand like now? ”

"You," at this moment, his heart was filled with a feeling called happiness, and he couldn't hold anything anymore, Zhang Lan looked at Mo Liyan's beautiful eyes as warm as water, although his voice was small, but his tone was unusually firm, "It's my belief in this life." ”

I don't want to say the word "love", love has been used up rottenly, and teenage children are also there to love and love, do they know what love is? Only the word "faith" can express its true meaning.

"I believe in you." The little girl nodded slightly, her voice was not loud, but it was very firm: she understood what Zhang Lan wanted to express to herself, at this moment, Mo Liyan's whole little face seemed to be like the king of flowers that suddenly bloomed, but the beauty of this moment, even if it was a hundred flowers competing for beauty, was overshadowed in front of Mo Liyan's smile. It's like an elf that has fallen from heaven to the mortal world.

I don't know why, at this moment, Mo Liyan's gentle eyes and small but firm and abnormal tone, suddenly a feeling called satisfaction filled his heart: after living for two lifetimes, Zhang Lan knew that this feeling in his heart was happiness and satisfaction. The little girl is still young, maybe he doesn't understand, but he understands; The little girl is still young and very simple, but it is this simplicity and frankness that is so valuable in the materialistic world at the beginning.

Perhaps, this innocent feeling can only be felt in a little girl of this age in this era, right?

Looking at the pure girl in front of her, who seemed to be a quiet blooming little flower in a silent valley, with beautiful big eyes flashing like this, looking at herself so simply, trusting herself, missing herself, and being satisfied as long as she was by her side, Zhang Lan suddenly felt very animal in her heart: How could such a simple little girl who seemed to be a quietly open little white flower in the valley fall in love with herself, a bastard?

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