Susie snorted lightly, her expression a little cheap: "Do you still need to say this?" Is there a better man in this world than Lao Tzu? She wasn't blind. ”

Jiang Lingzhi: "......"

It can be seen that this is the originator of the narcissistic world.

Su Xici coughed lightly and raised her voice: "Does she regret it, embarrassed to apologize to me." Then I'm not ......."

He wasn't done yet.

Jiang Lingzhi directly broke his illusion: "Don't think too much, I haven't finished my words yet." Although I still like you a little bit, I don't feel like much weight anymore, you take it easy, and be careful when she gives up on you. ”

Susie Ci: "......"

Outside the room, Lu Yuping's voice sounded outside the door, calling her to eat.

Jiang Ling responded, ate the last bite of the apple, and waved at him: "Okay, that's the end of today's Q&A, let's continue next time." ”

"I'm going down to eat, I won't tell you, in vain."

Susie laughed, but she was not angry: "White-eyed wolf." ”

Dropping a pertinent comment, he patted the leaves on his shoulder, turned his head and strode away.

Jiang Lingzhi retracted his gaze, threw the apple core in his hand into the trash, picked up his mobile phone and took a look at today's harvest.

I made a little 7,000 today.

The small treasury is enough.

I'll continue next time.

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The high admission rate of No. 1 Middle School is inevitably related to the teaching quality level of No. 1 Middle School teachers.

The pace of learning is fast.

In the second year of high school, you must complete all the content of high school, and in the third year of high school, you will have to review systematically.

In addition, after the shift is divided, the homework has increased exponentially, and the pressure is really a bit big.

Lunch break.

After eating lunch in the cafeteria, Jiang Lingzhi was ready to go back to the classroom to brush up on the exercises.

At this time, there are not many people in the teaching building, and the people who eat have not yet returned from the cafeteria.

Upstairs, she walked into the classroom through the back door.

A couple of girls were about to go out, and when they passed by her, they bumped her on the shoulder.

Jiang Lingzhi didn't look up, but subconsciously said something: "I'm sorry." ”

Then he returned to his seat.

I was about to take a book out of a drawer.

There was a darkness overhead, and the girls just now came over.

"What's going on? Bump into someone and say sorry and it's over? The girl slammed her desk, her tone a little unkind.

Jiang Lingzhi felt a little inexplicable, looked up at the person in front of him for a while, and recognized it.

It was the group of girls who were in the toilet that day, sneering at her behind her back.

Last time, she heard their voices, and they didn't match their faces, but now they matched.

The one in the middle seems to be called Zhuo Yiru.

The one who just knocked on her table was called Wu Qing, and the two were almost inseparable.

Probably the last time she got married in the toilet, the two of them were quite dissatisfied with her.

There are also a few girls who play with them regularly.

Anyway, I have been in the same class for a few days, and Jiang Lingzhi probably knows the names of the people in the class.

Zhuo Yiru stared at her for a while, then said with a smile: "Don't be so fierce, everyone is a classmate, get along well." ”

Although the girls next to her were reluctant, they didn't say anything more.

Zhuo Yiru sat down at the table in front of her, and discussed with her in a tone: "Jiang Lingzhi classmate, right?" I'll discuss something with you. ”

Jiang Lingzhi stared at her without speaking.

Zhuo Yiru didn't care, and said directly: "Can we change positions?" ”