That being said, Ji Jiujiu is a fairy who has experienced thunder tribulations, and she is used to being quite squeamish, but she is not the kind of person who is afraid of things.

The next day, Ji Jiujiu continued to be majestic and was sent to work by Fu Qi.

She sat there with a noble face, looking up at her little face, obediently in front of the treasure of the town store.

There's no way, this family can rely on her beauty to support it.

The little one was lying on the side of the window that could get the sun, and his little face was resting on his fluffy little paws, and his eyes were lazily half-squinted.

When she returned that night, she looked much more energetic than she had been on the first day.

As soon as Ji Jiujiu returned to the basement, she clutched the bathroom, and when she came out of the shower, she saw a bowl of noodles suddenly appearing on the shabby dining table.

Obviously, this is what someone just did.

The hot water vapor was thick, and looking at it from the angle of Ji Jiu, Fu Qi, who was slightly bowing, was straight and long, but slightly blurred.

His cooking skills have always been good, even if Ji Jiu is standing two meters away, he can easily be aroused, the little guy tilted his head slightly, stared at Fu Qi's figure, and suddenly felt as if he had discovered something.

All his coldness and indifference come from the lack of security in his heart.

In the bones of the boy lived an angel, sealed by the world.

The little girl blinked her eyes, and suddenly curled her soft crimson lips.

With her wet and soft hair hanging down behind her, the little girl stepped out of her white and clean legs, carrying the hem of the wide white dress on her body, and approached leisurely.

Then, as soon as the tender white little arm was raised, Ji Jiu hugged the young man's waist from behind as if he was coquettish, and his little face was against the other party's thin back.

Fu Qi's body stiffened for a moment.

Ji Jiu lowered her clear deer eyes, still looking quiet and well-behaved, she slowly exhaled a breath, and saw what he was doing through the gap between the young man's arm and waistline.

Fu Qi raised her forearm slightly, and asked her to get out of the way with an expressionless face: "Ji Jiu, I'm going through the sewer." ”

The implication is that you don't bother me.

But Ji Jiu pretended not to understand, and even hugged him tighter, his small body, soft against him, and shook his head slightly.

The soft voice muttered: "You go through the sewer and it doesn't affect me to hold you." ”

Fu Qi: "......"

Come on.

You're going to fucking bullshit.

The feeling of being held by someone is quite wonderful, the young man straightened his waist, trying his best to ignore the soft and soft warmth source on his body, but fortunately, the other party is quite peaceful, the little hands are quiet, and there is no astringent movement.

“……”

Ji Jiujiu didn't think about that aspect at all.

She looked at the young man's familiar posture through the sewer, and her little expression wrinkled a little sadly, while secretly thinking about something.

She had to let Fu Qi get rid of this destined poverty.

At the very least, let him change a house that doesn't have to be drained often.

*

Following.

The first class in the morning is the class teacher's class.

Before the end of the morning self-study class, the representative of the English class will collect the homework.

When the other party knocked all the way to Ji Jiu's desk, Ji Jiujiu, who had been lying silently in front of the desk as a dead fish, slowly got up.

She blinked blankly, her brain crashing slightly.

The representative of the English class is a very sassy young lady, and she belongs to the type of person who doesn't talk much.

She's also not as benevolent as the other class representatives.

Other class representatives had the courage to hold more than 20 homework books, stood in front of the teacher, and insisted that there were 40 books.

The representative of the English class of the seventh class of the second year of high school honestly held more than 20 homework books and stood in front of the teacher, accurately reporting the numbers and saying who had not handed them in.

The representative of the English class knocked on the table mercilessly with a straight face, reminding her rarely: "I'm here to collect my homework." ”

Ji Jiujiu's eyes rolled.

It took two seconds for her to react, then she bent over, and in a panic left a sentence of "you wait for me", as she rummaged through the drawer.

This posture, the representative of the English class has seen a lot, and immediately pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile without emotion.

Cut to the chase.

"Didn't you write it?"

Ji Jiujiu glanced up at her, and before she could say the words "you fart", she was smashed by an English homework thrown down by the class representative.

He lowered his voice: "Hurry up and copy it." ”

Onlookers eating melons: ???

Big brother, you didn't do this to me the last time I didn't do my homework!

They had already silently given Ji Jiu some good wax, but the result was ...... That's it?

The English teacher, as the head teacher of the seventh class of the second year of high school, is very fierce, and is known for being unsmiling and ruthless throughout the grade.

"No, I'm done." Ji Jiu was speechless and opened his book to prove it, "Besides, the book you gave me is Fu Qi's, what is there to copy?" ”

As soon as her words landed, she heard the head teacher enter the class, with a cold face, and put the thermos cup in her hand to the corner of the podium.

The podium was made of wood, and when the cup was put up, the sound was dull, and it was inexplicably a bit like a court.

"How many times have I told you, you are both sophomores in high school, why are you still worried about copying homework," the head teacher's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he chirped unhappily, "Copying other people's homework is equivalent to eating steamed buns that others have chewed." What's the use of copying your homework now? Can I copy the exam? ”

Ji Jiu shook his head cooperatively.

She casually closed her homework, put it on the top of the homework in the arms of the English class representative, and nodded.

The white soft little hand seemed to unintentionally arrange his hair, and while lifting his eyelids, his eyes fell on the head teacher, and he explored thoughtfully.

There was originally a Fu Qi in the class who was always causing trouble, which was already a headache for the head teacher, and now there were two transfer students suddenly.

One was transferred in after the entrance exam, and the other was directly donated by the family.

It was enough to have a crane tail in the class, and now another one?

Could it be that the seventh class of the second year of high school is going to take the first and second place in the second year of high school?

The head teacher's expression was a little mean, but Ji Jiujiu's background was not small, and she wouldn't say anything more.

So she took a deep look at Ji Jiujiu, and in the vastness, she met her gaze.

I felt a sigh in my heart.

The head teacher stabilized his mind, took a sip of tea, turned around indifferently, and spoke:

"Next time I'm caught copying homework, I won't have to stay in our seventh shift."

"Alright, open the book and go to class."

But there are people who are not as good as she wants.

After the representative of the English class put a stack of homework on the podium, a book suddenly flew in from a certain direction in the classroom.

Accurately landed on the podium.

Ye Zhinan rubbed his ears, and his lips made an arc.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I forgot to hand in my English homework."

"-By the way, in our class, who copied the homework?"

——

You guys

really

Changed my mind

only

Is the relationship faded?

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