37546 Qiao Feng sat with his chin in his hands, looked at each other with the dozen or so people, and smiled slightly, "What else do you want me to do?" Study, you are a group. ”

The men came back to their senses, embarrassed each other, and went back to their seats.

But a girl tugged at the sleeve of her tablemate and whispered, "Qiao Feng smiled so well just now." ”

Qiao Feng heard it, but he didn't care, and then heard Xia Fei's muttering, "It's still good-looking?" ”

Behind it is a dialect, a word, to describe a fierce and ugly old lady.

Qiao Feng glanced at Xia Fei more, it seemed that the whole class, she was the most hostile to herself, even if she didn't care about anything else, she could spray her face.

Qiao Feng touched her face, looked at the reflection in the window, and felt that the people who could spray her face were ruthless.

Tsk, I can't afford to mess with it.

Xia Fei's heart was still beating wildly here, I don't know why, it was obvious that Qiao Feng didn't look fierce at all, and she wasn't angry, but she was just afraid, even in the short contact just now, Qiao Feng didn't look at her directly.

However, the disgust for Qiao Feng in his heart continued unabated, and he was flustered and scared, and was suppressed by her low scolding again and again.

Qiao Feng was not interested in listening to people scolding him, and took out the book he brought from his bag, seeming.

When the class bell rang, a girl hurriedly ran in.

His hair was scattered, and although it was soft and clean, it covered most of his face, and his school uniform was washed white, and he lowered his head and sat in the back row at a fast speed.

Qiao Feng noticed that in the whole class, except for her, this girl was one person at the same table, and there was no one at the same table.

Qiao Feng glanced up and continued to lower his head.

There are a lot of knowledge points in the book, and Qiao Feng has marked them all, but he has nothing to do, so it's good to take a look at it again.

High school classes were boring for her.

I just watched two lessons.

By the time of the third session, there was a vacant space in the middle of the classroom, Qiao Feng had noticed before, it was a good-looking girl, named Chen Pengpeng, who was said to be the school flower of No. 1 Middle School.

Someone whispered: "It's the third year of high school, Peng Peng is still on the cheerleading team, what do you think of her?" ”

Another person replied: "She is different from us, we don't know what we are going to do after we take the university exam, but she has a monthly income of more than 10,000 now, besides, her grades are not bad." ”

"That's right."

Qiao Feng listened to the gossip and became a little interested, she earned more than 10,000 yuan a month at a young age, even in her original school, there were few people like this.

Most of the students over there have clear goals, what school they want to go to, what they want to do in the future, and what life they want to live.

She thought that most people were like this, but when she got here, she found that most of the students here, regardless of their grades, were muddy, and studying was studying, in order to get into a good school.

But if you ask them what school they want to go to, or what they want to do in the future, most of them are confused and shake their heads.

According to some rumors that Qiao Feng has heard in the past two days, this Chen Pengpeng is a child with a goal.

Not only that, but I'm already working hard for the future.

I don't know how to behave.

After thinking for a while, Qiao Feng didn't think about it, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.

After two hours of hard work, there were many people looking for her in the list, Qiao Feng pondered, pulled these people into a group, and discussed them by herself if they had questions, she helped them answer their questions every day, which was also very tiring. Qiao Feng sat with his chin propped up in his hands, looked at each other with the dozen or so people, and smiled slightly, "What else do you want me to do?" Study, you are a group. ”

The men came back to their senses, embarrassed each other, and went back to their seats.

But a girl tugged at the sleeve of her tablemate and whispered, "Qiao Feng smiled so well just now." ”

Qiao Feng heard it, but he didn't care, and then heard Xia Fei's muttering, "It's still good-looking?" ”

Behind it is a dialect, a word, to describe a fierce and ugly old lady.

Qiao Feng glanced at Xia Fei more, it seemed that the whole class, she was the most hostile to herself, even if she didn't care about anything else, she could spray her face.

Qiao Feng touched her face, looked at the reflection in the window, and felt that the people who could spray her face were ruthless.

Tsk, I can't afford to mess with it.

Xia Fei's heart was still beating wildly here, I don't know why, it was obvious that Qiao Feng didn't look fierce at all, and she wasn't angry, but she was just afraid, even in the short contact just now, Qiao Feng didn't look at her directly.

However, the disgust for Qiao Feng in his heart continued unabated, and he was flustered and scared, and was suppressed by her low scolding again and again.

Qiao Feng was not interested in listening to people scolding him, and took out the book he brought from his bag, seeming.

When the class bell rang, a girl hurriedly ran in.

His hair was scattered, and although it was soft and clean, it covered most of his face, and his school uniform was washed white, and he lowered his head and sat in the back row at a fast speed.

Qiao Feng noticed that in the whole class, except for her, this girl was one person at the same table, and there was no one at the same table.

Qiao Feng glanced up and continued to lower his head.

There are a lot of knowledge points in the book, and Qiao Feng has marked them all, but he has nothing to do, so it's good to take a look at it again.

High school classes were boring for her.

I just watched two lessons.

By the time of the third session, there was a vacant space in the middle of the classroom, Qiao Feng had noticed before, it was a good-looking girl, named Chen Pengpeng, who was said to be the school flower of No. 1 Middle School.

Someone whispered: "It's the third year of high school, Peng Peng is still on the cheerleading team, what do you think of her?" ”

Another person replied: "She is different from us, we don't know what we are going to do after we take the university exam, but she has a monthly income of more than 10,000 now, besides, her grades are not bad." ”

"That's right."

Qiao Feng listened to the gossip and became a little interested, she earned more than 10,000 yuan a month at a young age, even in her original school, there were few people like this.

Most of the students over there have clear goals, what school they want to go to, what they want to do in the future, and what life they want to live.

She thought that most people were like this, but when she got here, she found that most of the students here, regardless of their grades, were muddy, and studying was studying, in order to get into a good school.

But if you ask them what school they want to go to, or what they want to do in the future, most of them are confused and shake their heads.

According to some rumors that Qiao Feng has heard in the past two days, this Chen Pengpeng is a child with a goal.

Not only that, but I'm already working hard for the future.

I don't know how to behave.

After thinking for a while, Qiao Feng didn't think about it, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.

After two hours of hard work, there were many people looking for her in the list, Qiao Feng pondered, pulled these people into a group, and discussed them by herself if they had questions, she helped them answer their questions every day, which was also very tiring. Qiao Feng sat with his chin propped up in his hands, looked at each other with the dozen or so people, and smiled slightly, "What else do you want me to do?" Study, you are a group. ”

The men came back to their senses, embarrassed each other, and went back to their seats.

But a girl tugged at the sleeve of her tablemate and whispered, "Qiao Feng smiled so well just now." ”

Qiao Feng heard it, but he didn't care, and then heard Xia Fei's muttering, "It's still good-looking?" ”

Behind it is a dialect, a word, to describe a fierce and ugly old lady.

Qiao Feng glanced at Xia Fei more, it seemed that the whole class, she was the most hostile to herself, even if she didn't care about anything else, she could spray her face.

Qiao Feng touched her face, looked at the reflection in the window, and felt that the people who could spray her face were ruthless.

Tsk, I can't afford to mess with it.

Xia Fei's heart was still beating wildly here, I don't know why, it was obvious that Qiao Feng didn't look fierce at all, and she wasn't angry, but she was just afraid, even in the short contact just now, Qiao Feng didn't look at her directly.

However, the disgust for Qiao Feng in his heart continued unabated, and he was flustered and scared, and was suppressed by her low scolding again and again.

Qiao Feng was not interested in listening to people scolding him, and took out the book he brought from his bag, seeming.

When the class bell rang, a girl hurriedly ran in.

His hair was scattered, and although it was soft and clean, it covered most of his face, and his school uniform was washed white, and he lowered his head and sat in the back row at a fast speed.

Qiao Feng noticed that in the whole class, except for her, this girl was one person at the same table, and there was no one at the same table.

Qiao Feng glanced up and continued to lower his head.

There are a lot of knowledge points in the book, and Qiao Feng has marked them all, but he has nothing to do, so it's good to take a look at it again.

High school classes were boring for her.

I just watched two lessons.

By the time of the third session, there was a vacant space in the middle of the classroom, Qiao Feng had noticed before, it was a good-looking girl, named Chen Pengpeng, who was said to be the school flower of No. 1 Middle School.

Someone whispered: "It's the third year of high school, Peng Peng is still on the cheerleading team, what do you think of her?" ”

Another person replied: "She is different from us, we don't know what we are going to do after we take the university exam, but she has a monthly income of more than 10,000 now, besides, her grades are not bad." ”

"That's right."

Qiao Feng listened to the gossip and became a little interested, she earned more than 10,000 yuan a month at a young age, even in her original school, there were few people like this.

Most of the students over there have clear goals, what school they want to go to, what they want to do in the future, and what life they want to live.

She thought that most people were like this, but when she got here, she found that most of the students here, regardless of their grades, were muddy, and studying was studying, in order to get into a good school.

But if you ask them what school they want to go to, or what they want to do in the future, most of them are confused and shake their heads.

According to some rumors that Qiao Feng has heard in the past two days, this Chen Pengpeng is a child with a goal.

Not only that, but I'm already working hard for the future.

I don't know how to behave.

After thinking for a while, Qiao Feng didn't think about it, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.

After two hours of hard work, there were many people looking for her in the list, Qiao Feng pondered, pulled these people into a group, and discussed them by herself if they had questions, she helped them answer their questions every day, which was also very tiring. Qiao Feng sat with his chin propped up in his hands, looked at each other with the dozen or so people, and smiled slightly, "What else do you want me to do?" Study, you are a group. ”

The men came back to their senses, embarrassed each other, and went back to their seats.

But a girl tugged at the sleeve of her tablemate and whispered, "Qiao Feng smiled so well just now." ”

Qiao Feng heard it, but he didn't care, and then heard Xia Fei's muttering, "It's still good-looking?" ”

Behind it is a dialect, a word, to describe a fierce and ugly old lady.

Qiao Feng glanced at Xia Fei more, it seemed that the whole class, she was the most hostile to herself, even if she didn't care about anything else, she could spray her face.

Qiao Feng touched her face, looked at the reflection in the window, and felt that the people who could spray her face were ruthless.

Tsk, I can't afford to mess with it.

Xia Fei's heart was still beating wildly here, I don't know why, it was obvious that Qiao Feng didn't look fierce at all, and she wasn't angry, but she was just afraid, even in the short contact just now, Qiao Feng didn't look at her directly.

However, the disgust for Qiao Feng in his heart continued unabated, and he was flustered and scared, and was suppressed by her low scolding again and again.

Qiao Feng was not interested in listening to people scolding him, and took out the book he brought from his bag, seeming.

When the class bell rang, a girl hurriedly ran in.

His hair was scattered, and although it was soft and clean, it covered most of his face, and his school uniform was washed white, and he lowered his head and sat in the back row at a fast speed.

Qiao Feng noticed that in the whole class, except for her, this girl was one person at the same table, and there was no one at the same table.

Qiao Feng glanced up and continued to lower his head.

There are a lot of knowledge points in the book, and Qiao Feng has marked them all, but he has nothing to do, so it's good to take a look at it again.

High school classes were boring for her.

I just watched two lessons.

By the time of the third session, there was a vacant space in the middle of the classroom, Qiao Feng had noticed before, it was a good-looking girl, named Chen Pengpeng, who was said to be the school flower of No. 1 Middle School.

Someone whispered: "It's the third year of high school, Peng Peng is still on the cheerleading team, what do you think of her?" ”

Another person replied: "She is different from us, we don't know what we are going to do after we take the university exam, but she has a monthly income of more than 10,000 now, besides, her grades are not bad." ”

"That's right."

Qiao Feng listened to the gossip and became a little interested, she earned more than 10,000 yuan a month at a young age, even in her original school, there were few people like this.

Most of the students over there have clear goals, what school they want to go to, what they want to do in the future, and what life they want to live.

She thought that most people were like this, but when she got here, she found that most of the students here, regardless of their grades, were muddy, and studying was studying, in order to get into a good school.

But if you ask them what school they want to go to, or what they want to do in the future, most of them are confused and shake their heads.

According to some rumors that Qiao Feng has heard in the past two days, this Chen Pengpeng is a child with a goal.

Not only that, but I'm already working hard for the future.

I don't know how to behave.

After thinking for a while, Qiao Feng didn't think about it, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.

After two hours of hard work, there were many people looking for her in the list, Qiao Feng pondered, pulled these people into a group, and discussed them by herself if they had questions, she helped them answer their questions every day, which was also very tiring.