Now there is no master in class, it is free time to read, so the classmates in the school room are doing their own things, and they are all busy.

No way, there is too much homework to copy books.

In the entire school, only Shen Yanjun slept alone.

"Chirp, chirp—"

The lark stood on the window, tilting its little head, and its voice was like a warbler's cry.

"It's noisy!" A dissatisfied male voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Zi'an felt that he was already too annoyed to copy books, his hand bones were sore, and today there was a broken bird chirping by the window, which made him upset and irritable.

Turning his head to look at the voice, the black-brown stinky bird was calling majestically, and the boy sleeping on his stomach below looked quiet and beautiful.

Seeing Shen Yanjun's lazy appearance, Yang Zi'an instantly became psychologically unbalanced, everyone was copying books, why could he Shen Yanjun fall asleep listening to Bailing singing?

He stood up and walked towards Shen Yanjun's seat.

"What do you want to do?!"

Zhuang Yiniu immediately became a messenger to protect the tree, and he specially changed his seat to the back of Brother Shen, just to protect him in everything.

Yang Zi'an frowned, Zhuang Yiniu is a thorn in the head, and he can't afford to provoke it.

"I'm going to get rid of the stinky birds."

As he spoke, he jumped up and slapped the lark!

The innocent bird dodged for a while, but was still dizzy from being patted, and fell on Shen Yanjun's table with a "bang", waking up the sleeping boy.

Shen Yanjun suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the cluster of maroon red fluff on the lark's head, and the little thing sat motionless on the table, as if he was stupid.

"Have you done your homework?"

The master happened to come over to inspect the class, and saw two students standing at Shen Yanjun's desk, frowning.

Yang Zi'an turned around, showed a touch of joy when he saw his master, and took the opportunity to complain:

"Master, Shen Yanjun has been sleeping and not doing his homework!"

Shen Yanjun: ......

Do you think you're funny?

People who are almost twenty still play this kind of kid's trick of complaining!

She sat up straight, gently pulled her hand, stuffed the stunned lark into the belly of the table, and looked directly at the master with a frank gaze.

The master glanced at the clean table, but there were no books, and a look of displeasure flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Shen Yanjun, did your homework work?"

Shen Yanjun wanted to say: I didn't write, I was too lazy to write.

However, under Yang Zi'an's gloating eyes, how could she allow herself to be embarrassed in public?

Nodding his head of course: "Written." ”

The master breathed a sigh of relief, Shen Yanjun was the dean's disciple, he just asked, he didn't care, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Shen Yanjun, how could you possibly write it? You have been sleeping since the Master went out, and you have no respect for Mr. at all! ”

Yang Zi'an's psychology is unbalanced, so he doesn't want to let go of Shen Yanjun, who is cheating and cheating.

The master frowned and glanced at Yang Zi'an, the steps were all down, don't hurry down, beep like a girl!

In order to show the majesty of the master, he could only tap on Shen Yanjun's desk: "You take out the homework you have written and take a look." ”

Shen Yanjun's eyes were as pure as the blue ocean, and he stretched out his hand to the belly of the table, but his movements were a little rubbing.

Yang Zi'an smiled proudly:

"Shen Yanjun, you didn't write at all!"

See what tricks he can come up with?

Under the eyes of everyone, Shen Yanjun took out a stack of rice paper, which was full of neat handwriting: "Coincidentally, I will only rest for a while after I finish writing." ”

？

How can it be?

So much has been written?!