"Teacher, this is about the source of this book, as well as related information, you can go over there and ask, have I bought it, and everything will fall into place." Anyang put the paper on the table and got up to give up his place to the head teacher.

When he was standing, he also covered his warm body.

The head teacher didn't care much about this anymore, he looked at An Yang and looked at it, and finally hesitated: "You two...... Not in a relationship, right? ”

Anyang: "......" hates this kind of person who breaks the casserole and asks the end, can't he just think about it himself?

asked the question, and his family Nuan Nuan must give the answer.

"Nope." Bai Nuan's crisp and neat words made the head teacher relieved, but made An Yang's eyes sink slightly.

Before leaving, the head teacher also received An Yang's resentful gaze, with a little gloom.

The head teacher felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't think of it, so he looked at the words on the paper, wrote them down, and put them on the table casually, planning to wait for the morning class to finish and then go there to ask.

After all, it was a matter of a classmate's reputation, and he had to verify it.

At the end of the third period, the physics teacher came in.

Bai Nuan looked up from his homework, put things in order, and took out the book.

Anyang also has the same example, the two of them sit straight, full of good students.

"Song Zhengyang, you go to the office and bring over the homework book I put on the desk." The physics teacher pushed his glasses and spoke to Song Zhengyang, who was sitting behind Bai Nuan.

Classes continued.

An Yang secretly wrote a note to Bai Nuan and pushed it over.

[Nuan Nuan, the formula of the one hundred and eighth side, can you teach me after class? ] I didn't get it. O(∩_∩)O】That's right, he's a shameless person, and he drew an emoji on the note.

Bai Nuan glanced at it, saw the cute expression, his heart moved slightly, and he drew a tick on it with a pen, which happened to be drawn on the expression he drew.

She just drew it casually, and didn't say she liked it very much, well, no!

When An Yang saw the checkmark, he smiled secretly, and completed the task of occupying the warm time of his house every day.

"Teacher, homework." Song Zhengyang came back, holding his homework, his back was a little rickety, his thick bangs blocked his eyes, and the whole person looked extraordinarily introverted.

The physics teacher just nodded, and then asked the person to return to his place.

When Song Zhengyang passed by Anyang's seat, he glanced at him, and Anyang also glanced at him.

The two men looked at each other, and after only a few seconds, they retracted it.

Then whisper to him to give way to the table.

He was at the same table as a fat boy, and he came out with his eyebrows twisted to let him in, glared at him a little impatiently, and when he sat in, he made a screeching sound of a large chair rubbing on the ground.

Frightened, he immediately shrunk his neck and hid to the side with a cowardly look.

"That's all for today's class, let's get out of class, and send out all the homework." The physics teacher left after saying this, and he didn't look back, even the halfway question.

The students in the audience are used to it, other teachers are dragging the class to the next class, and their teachers are running away as soon as the class is over, for fear of being caught by the classmates and asking questions.

No way, it's too easy to learn this group of children, and more importantly, physics is still difficult, and the baldness of the physics teacher is a testimony left by the young and ignorant.