It's just that Song Xinghe hasn't woken up yet, and it is estimated that he stayed up late to play games last night, yawning and saying,

"Isn't that Wang Anshi? Tang and Song Ba, everyone, I remember it quite clearly. ”

"Such an idle egg hurts, it's not good to put your mind on political affairs, but you don't want to make progress every day, how to play, how to eat, he is not degraded, who is degraded!"

The blue tendons on the forehead of the Chinese teacher are slightly convex,

"You open the textbook for me and see who the author of "Lanting Collection Preface" is!"

Song Xinghe was excited, and he realized who the person he was talking to just now was.

"Song... Teacher Song? ”

Song Xue sneered between her eyebrows,

"See who it is?"

Song Xinghe swallowed his saliva,

"The king... Wang Xizhi. ”

The Chinese teacher is the most annoying student dozing off in class, it's over, although he has the same surname as Song Xue, and there may be several hundreds of generations of two people from the same family, but... But the two really have different personalities.

He is a lively and cute little sweetheart, Song Xue... Probably a venomous and irascible Tyrannosaurus rex!

Sure enough, Song Xue smiled coldly and said coldly,

"Wang Xizhi and Wang Anshi have been separated for more than 700 years, you can make people carry the pot on their backs, Song Xinghe, I really underestimate you."

Song Xinghe wanted to cry without tears, begging for mercy miserably, so he almost knelt down for Song Xue.

"Teacher, I was wrong."

Song Xue snorted,

"It's good to know it's wrong."

Song Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment, Song Xue's cold voice sounded again, knocking him into the ice cellar at once.

"Copy the Preface to the Lanting Collection twenty times, and remember to copy the author's name."

Song Xinghe: "........."

Twenty times?!! His hands are going to be wasted!

Boom, he wants to cry!

The Chinese teacher didn't care if Song Xinghe's hands were wasted or not, anyway, this kid didn't listen to class, so it was better to find something for him to do.

His dog crawled and she was dizzy to see.

"Write the words for me well, and recopy them if they are too messy!"

Dropping this sentence, Song Xue stepped on her high heels and left.

Song Xinghe lay on the table and wailed,

"Oh my God, kill me."

Copy the "Lanting Collection Preface" twenty times, and don't let the words be written out of order, doesn't this cost him his life?

If he wants his life to write, Song Xinghe can only take a notebook and copy it after he is worried.

Yu Huan looked at the "Lanting Collection Preface" in the textbook and was also a little sleepy, yesterday I brushed the questions a little late, and when I got up this morning, I was quite energetic, but at this time I began to feel sleepy again.

.......

In class six, Gu Jingshi took out the clothes in the paper bag, smelled the faint aroma on them, and found that Yu Huan had already washed him.

The little girl seems to be much more ingenious than before.

Carefully putting his clothes away, he took the roll out.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the red outlined on it, revealing a look of consternation.

Immediately, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised.

He got a question wrong, and his little girl corrected it for him.

.........

slept on the table for a while between classes, and when the second class ended, Yu Huan finally felt alive.

Stretching and yawning, he was about to open the lollipop in the hole in the table and put it in his mouth, when he heard a boy outside shouting a word into the room,

"Yu Huan, someone is looking for you."

Yu Huan had a look of doubt in his eyes, stood up and walked out.

She has just come here and doesn't know many people, who is looking for her?

Subconsciously, she thought it was Gu Jingshi.

But when I went out, I found out that it was a girl, it seemed to be, the one who blocked her before, called Zhou Yuan?