Wang Qinru thought that she was silent, and rubbed against Zhao Jiayu, who thought that her side was a little crowded, so she leaned to the side again.

Wang Qinru's gaze Tang Guan can naturally perceive it, but he doesn't care much anymore, and he can't say that he hates it, he has been used to it since he was a child, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke him.

It's like......

Forget it, that incident in the first middle school is terrible to think about!

"The soy milk is a little hot." Tang Guan said, and began to distribute the breakfast bought to everyone, one soy milk and buns per person.

When he came out in the morning, Bian Zeyu called, but the two girls didn't answer, so they knew that the two of them chatted last night, so they divided the labor, one went to Zhao Jiayu's house to call someone, and the other went to the door of the community to buy breakfast.

At first, he bought four copies, but later Bian Zeyu called and said that Uncle Zhao drove them and went back to buy one more.

Wang Qinru had already adjusted almost, but this breakfast made her uncomfortable, and even the word "thank you" was a little unfavorable.

Seeing the girl so at a loss, Tang Guan felt funny and a little inexplicable.

In the past, even when those girls confessed, they might not be as nervous as her.

I didn't see her like this two days ago, what's wrong with today?

Could it be that she realized that the reflex arc of her brain is too long, or that her eyes are not very good?

Tang Guan didn't think that Wang Qinru liked him, so he had only met a few times, not to that extent.

He thinks it's simply because the girl is a heavy face control.

When the group arrived at the school gate, it was less than seven and ten minutes away.

The school is not allowed to drive in, but luckily their No. 1 school building is the closest building to the school gate, and it should be about the same time if you run faster.

Several people hurriedly said goodbye to Zhao Jiayu's father and got out of the car.

Bian Zeyu put the food in his pocket while walking, the bun on the left and the soy milk on the right, and the two girls also did the same when they saw this.

Although the teacher often emphasizes that they are not allowed to eat in class, they often turn a blind eye when they see it, for fear that they will be hungry and have no heart to go to class.

What's more, when they go up, they will face Han Aimin, who is already late, and will be seen holding food again......

That's not good!

I don't take the teacher seriously!

"Tang Guan, why don't you kick it in your pocket?" Bian Zeyu asked.

The two girls also looked at him suspiciously.

"Our homeroom teacher doesn't check for being late!" Tang Guan inserted the tube into the soy milk and took a sip, and said, "Why don't you run quickly, I have seen Teacher Han!" ”

Only then did a few people react, Tang Guan didn't need to be anxious with them, he only needed to sit in the classroom before seven and fifteen.

Tang Guan's words made the small group fall apart in an instant, and the three of them were all angry with him, it was really time short, and it was too late to do anything to him, otherwise......

Then I followed his eyes and looked at the fourth floor, and sure enough, I saw a figure by the window.

Han Aimin stood at the door of the classroom, looking serious, not wearing the usual well-fitting suit, but a casual and loose version of the sportswear.

As soon as the three of them ran up the stairs, they saw him, and for the first time they saw him dressed like this, they were stunned for a moment, and then in his frowning brows, they reacted instantly.

At this time, the bell had been ringing stiffly for a while, and they didn't dare to say anything if they wanted to care about his injury, so they said a few words of greeting, and slipped into the classroom with a look in his eyes.

Not long after, Tang Guan also walked up the stairs, and at this time he had already settled the breakfast.

"Hello Mr. Han!" Tang Guan greeted calmly.

"Good!" Han Aimin replied lightly.

Tang Guan took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Teacher Han, how much is a shot of anesthetic?" ”

"Fifty bucks!" Han Aimin was stunned as soon as he spoke, he didn't expect that he would be tricked like this.

He pretended to be nothing last night, and he didn't want these students to feel burdened, but he didn't expect to show his stuffing today.

Answering this question is equivalent to saying that his wound last night required stitches.

"How many stitches?" Tang Guan asked.

"It's not much, just a dozen stitches!" Han Aimin said, since it has been exposed, it is not interesting to be hypocritical.

Still, he instructed, "Don't tell them! ”

"I know, Mr. Han!"

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