"Ladies and gentlemen, today's first class is a Chinese class, and the Chinese test papers before the winter vacation have been distributed."

Who's noisy.

Ling Chuyang looked up and saw Ling Mengchu standing in front of the podium, with a round face and a smile, which was more rounded, and then lowered his head, took out the headphones from the drawer, and stuffed them into his ears.

"Friendly reminder, everyone, there are still thirteen minutes to go, please check your Chinese test paper as soon as possible and correct the wrong answers."

"Cut-" Tang Ji rolled his eyes.

Answer in advance, what else do you need the teacher to do? Really, too much.

took the test paper and covered it on his face, and leaned on Ling Chuyang's body.

Composition, how to answer the question?

There are still thirteen minutes, just right, and you can take a little longer.

"Let's review it again, the style of the Chinese teacher's class," Ling Mengchu on the podium looked around the classroom, "When you ask questions, you will-"

"Just say - answer - case."

The classroom was filled with echoes.

"No-what-right-wrong."

"Oh, that's interesting." Tang Ji pulled the test paper off his face and glanced at the people on the podium.

Yo, it's the girl with a round face and round glasses, with a smile on her face, she never felt like she was going to come down, and she was still talking, "No-"

"Just say no—yes." Someone in the classroom responded, and someone laughed.

"Okay, let's get ready for class." The people on the podium walked down with a smile.

That's fine. It's kind of interesting.

Look at the well-behaved appearance of this smile, compared to the loud voice just now, and the little temper tantrum in the corridor, yo, this girl has changed her face quickly.

Tang Ji raised his hand and poked the flat-headed little boy in front of him, "Who is that?" ”

"Which one?" The boy in front of him turned his head and pushed the small black glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"The one who just spoke from the podium, the round-faced girl."

"Oh, she." The little boy with black glasses and a flat head blinked his eyes, paused, and said, "I don't know." ”

Tang Ji, who was waiting intently for his reply, almost choked when he heard this answer.

Damn, can you stop panting so loudly when you speak?!

The corners of Tang Ji's mouth twitched, patted his chest, and glanced at the flat-headed little boy: "What's your name?" Little handsome guy? ”

"Me? My name is Xu Renming, Yanwu Xu, benevolent benevolence, bright Ming. From the second (10th) class of high school. After Xu Renming finished speaking, he blinked his eyes, and then asked Tang Ji, "What's your name, handsome guy?" ”

Tang Ji pointed to the name on the Chinese test paper: Tang Ji.

Handsome, huh? It's okay, it's kind of chatting!

"Oh. That's the name. Xu Renming leaned his head forward, and then put on a smile, "I can't see clearly, what is Tang?" ”

After listening to him, Tang Ji suddenly had an urge to beat people, calm down!

Tang Ji showed his sunny smile: "I am Tang Ji, Tang of the Tang Dynasty, Yu Qiji." ”

"He's he?" Xu Renming pointed to Ling Chuyang, who was sleeping soundly.

"Ling Chuyang." Tang Ji said nonchalantly, it is estimated that Xu Renming doesn't know either, but he heard Xu Renming shout, "Oh! It turned out to be him. ”

"You know?" Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang, and then at Xu Renming.

Okay, Xiao Yangyang is also a celebrity on campus now?

"I don't know." Xu Renming pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and paused, "But, I've heard of it." ”

Okay, you're amazing.

Tang Ji shook his head, this day, there is no way to talk.

Oh, digress again.

"Who's that girl? Ask. ”

"Oh." Xu Renming responded, turned around and poked the classmates in the front row, and then glanced back at Tang Ji, "Ling Mengchu." ”

"What's it called?" Tang Ji didn't hear clearly for a while, and blinked his eyes, "Which words, how to write them?" ”

"Ling-Meng-Chu-" Ling Chuyang, who was beside him, glanced at Tang Ji and said word by word, "Can you be quiet, it's noisy." ”

"You're not asleep, are you? What are you listening to? Tang Ji took the earplugs in Ling Chuyang's ears.

No sound?

Cut! With a wave of his hand, he threw it again!

It turned out to be a fake sleep!

"Tang Ji," Xu Renming handed over a notebook and pointed to the words on it, "These are the words." ”

"Thank you. Let's look at the Chinese test papers, I'm going to have classes in a while. Tang Ji leaned forward and laughed instantly.

Seeing Xu Renming turn his head, Tang Ji couldn't help laughing, and slapped Ling Chuyang while laughing.

"You're noisy today." Ling Chuyang leaned against the wall again.

"Ling-Meng-Chu!! Do you want to go back to your aunt and uncle, is she your long-lost sister? ”

Tang Ji almost burst into tears of laughter, and with such a similar name, it seemed that suddenly, he understood a little bit of what the target in the corridor meant.

Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji, pursed his lips slightly, didn't make a sound, yawned, and continued to make a "fake sleep" pattern.

"Hahaha, Ling Chuyang, Ling Mengchu," Tang Ji repeated, "There is such a similar name in the world, I can be regarded as seeing it today." ”

"Laugh P. It's not over, isn't it. Ling Chuyang picked up a book and threw it at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji smiled, flashed, and dodged.

The book "snapped" and fell to the ground behind Tang Ji.

"Yo, two, you're good." The voice of the soprano with a smile sounded beside her.

Who? So flamboyant.

Ling Chuyang turned his head sideways, only to see a long black trench coat almost sweeping the floor, and a slender hand appeared in front of him, and the target direction, the book he had just thrown away—the newly issued Chinese textbook.

"Classmates, textbooks are weapons of knowledge, not weapons for beating people. You have violated the school motto of unity and fraternity. ”

The "Black Trench Coat" smiled and put the book on the table in front of Ling Chuyang, and before he could see the dignity of the "Black Trench Coat" clearly, the man had already walked towards the front of the classroom.

"Who's that?"

Ling Hechu and Tang Ji looked at each other for a moment, and then, knowing each other, bowed down, lowered their heads, took the book, and buried their heads in front of the desk.

It can't be the Chinese teacher of class 5, right?!

It is said that the Chinese teacher of Class 5 loves long coats the most, long black clothes.