Chapter Eighty-Nine: Teacher, I have always left no name for my good deeds

He.... How could he be so good to himself?

Qiao Nian met his deep and flowing eyes with some kind of strong emotion, and couldn't help but skip a beat, and he didn't want to look away like this.

But at this moment, the class bell rang.

Qiao Niancai suddenly came back to her senses, she urged Huo Yan, "It's class, you hurry back to your own class, don't be late." โ€

"I used to study and never like to go to class, let alone go to evening self-study, but now that you are here, so..."

Huo Yan's words stopped slightly, and then smiled slightly, "You can keep me." โ€

Only you can make me stay here with joy, and this tiresome place will become much more pleasing to the eye.

"But don't you really think about skipping class with me? Well? โ€

The boy's last voice was low and deep, and when he read the monosyllabic words, he revealed a heart-pounding sexiness.

"Bell bell bellโ€”"

The preparatory bell happened to rise at this time, and the end note of Huo Yan's deliberate temptation of the girl was ruthlessly covered in the past.

Qiao Nian calmly snatched away his hand on the windowsill, then quickly closed the window and locked it.

The whole action is done in one go and is extremely smooth.

Huo Shen watched her manipulation, only smiled indulgently, and then shook the invisible hair of the dog's tail and returned to his class.

Qiao Nian watched him leave, secretly thinking that as long as she was still sitting in this position, she would have to do this series of actions many times a day.

Do I want to apply for a seat adjustment?

Qiao Nian bit the tip of the pen, thought for three seconds, and gave up.

Actually, it's not particularly .... Confused.

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Although Yu Wenying's abuse and almost beating students in Class 1 have not yet spread in the office.

But through the spread among the students, it has almost been known to most of the students in each class.

"I'm going to her lungs! Dare to bully my friend! โ€

In the evening self-study, Sheng Jiuran, who hid in the stairwell to play games, heard about it, and immediately clapped his legs and stood up.

She neatly put away her phone and moved her wrist, "What is the origin of this person called Yu Wenying?" โ€

The companion sneered, "Just one who thinks he's the best teacher." โ€

"Okay, don't you teach well, don't you toss around?"

Sheng Jiuran sneered, "It's just idle and has nothing to do, I want to make her sober up!" โ€

Some companions were a little worried, "But she is also a teacher anyway, will she run to complain?" โ€

"Heh, then let her go."

Sheng Jiuran grinded her nails, "But I'm afraid she'll be disappointed." โ€

Sometimes, bullying should be applied to the wicked.

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"These students wait, I don't teach them, see how they can win my class!"

After school, Yu Wenying went to the bathroom in the office corridor before going home.

She entered with her front foot and closed the door.

They carried the table and the basin full of water and some ink on their heels.

They walked to the toilet next door to Yu Wenying, and then they held on to the table.

Sheng Jiuran stood on the table, took the basin, and then grinned and whistled, "Teacher Yu, raise your head." โ€

What the heck?

Who's next door?

Yu Wenying looked up strangely, and at this moment, there was a "bang", and a basin of water with ink burst down.

"Ahโ€”โ€”!h

The black water drenched Yu Wenying's whole body, leaving one gray geometric mark after another.

Yu Wenying jumped up angrily and screamed, "Who is it!! โ€

"Teacher, doing good deeds has always left no name.".

Sheng Jiuran snapped his fingers and said very coolly, "Let's go." โ€