A certain girl said, "I'm sending a message to my classmates, you said before that it's still allowed to send messages to your classmates." ”

"Strong words." Fufeng is also helpless to her.

Holding the phone, Nineteen Nian immediately opened QQ and flipped through the friends in the list.

Gu Wen didn't make friends with her.

After thinking about it, Nineteen Nian had no choice but to open the class group and find Gu Wen himself from the group members in the group.

I knew that it wouldn't be so troublesome, and yes, they didn't talk to each other at all, how could she add her as a friend.

To show your passion.

Her first message was not to say something, but to say hello and briefly introduce herself.

Nineteen thoughts hi~ o( ̄▽ ̄), Gu Wen.

Nineteen Nian, I am the secretary of our class, can I add a friend? It is convenient to communicate things to you later.

One-minute, three-minute, five-minute ......

The other party estimated that the mobile phone was not with him and did not reply to messages.

"It's been five minutes, and it's almost time to go to evening self-study after chatting again."

It's really that the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, he is urging her like something.

"Oh, you can't wait any longer, there's no reply. What are you in a hurry? Nineteen Nian said.

"I'm not in a hurry, but I'm just worried about you, I left a bunch of homework, and I'm not in a hurry, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to make up for you when I get to the college entrance examination." Fufeng knocked on the table and continued to urge her.

"Okay, listen to you, make up the lesson." Nineteen Nian immediately put his mobile phone next to the textbook, took a pen, and listened to Fufeng's lecture.

Her attention was not on the textbook, Fufeng told her a question, and she had to spend most of her time looking at her phone.

"Listen attentively." Fufeng also learned her way, and tapped the back of her hand with a pen.

It doesn't hurt and I don't know how to study seriously.

"Oh." Nineteen Nian was ready to bow his head and concentrate on listening to the class, who would have thought that the mobile phone screen would light up.

Ignoring Fufeng's obstruction, she quickly picked up her mobile phone and clicked on QQ, "I'll reply to a message first." ”

Fufeng's face is as black as carbon, "It's too late to reply to the news after listening to the class?" ”

Gu Wen looked indifferent, not only did she not add her friends, but instead made an excuse to say that her QQ list was full.

She asked her what was going on, just say no, add some friends.

"See, no one wants to add you as a friend." Fu Feng leaned in, saw the chat record sent to Nineteen Nian, raised his lips and smiled, "If you want me to say, you might as well give up as soon as possible, anyway, don't add friends, what's the point of chatting again." ”

"I'm not here to talk to her." Nineteen Nian picked up the pen and tapped Fufeng's forehead.

She stood up and sat down next to her.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Nineteen Nian pursed his lips and sat aside, even if he didn't add friends, he could still chat without friends.

It's not about adding friends or not.

Thinking about it, Nineteen Nian sent a message to Gu Wen again.

Nineteen thoughts of Gu Wen, I heard that you are super good at drawing, I want to ask you to help me draw, is it okay?

Does Gu Wen draw and copy newspapers by hand?

Gu Wen saw the scene that happened today.

Yuan Siyu chose Nineteen Thoughts, and the head teacher Ji Qian recommended Nineteen Thoughts, and the two important people in the class pointed to Nineteen Thoughts.

Even if she helped her, the awards and honors did not belong to her. Thinking about it, she didn't want to help her.

Unexpectedly, Nineteen Nian continued to ask her.

Nineteen Nian Yes, draw a hand-copied newspaper, I haven't finished drawing yet, can you help me draw some hand-copied newspapers?

Gu Wen uh (⊙o⊙)... This one...... As you know, the teacher has been giving a lot of homework these days.

Gu Wen should forget it, you can find someone else.

However, I couldn't find anyone else, our class was better at drawing, and they said it was only you.

Fufeng stood behind her, and when he saw her type a line in the dialog box, he reached out and snatched the phone from her hand.

"People don't want to help, they just don't want to help, what's the use of talking bitterly." Fu Feng deleted the content part of her dialog box, typed 'Okay' and sent it to Gu Wen.

"Hey! You give me back your phone. ”

Fufeng deliberately held up his mobile phone, but he didn't give it back to her, and he blatantly threatened to tell her, "I didn't say it just now, no matter how hard you work, people won't agree to you." ”

"You'll give me back your phone." Still on tiptoe, she asked him for her phone.

"I've said it all, people won't help you." Fufeng put the phone in his pocket, pointed to himself and said, "You might as well find me if you look for her, maybe I'm more reliable than her." ”

"You can't draw." Nineteen Nian sat back in front of his seat, unable to speak.

I had to take the pen, put it on the table, and tap the cap.

As soon as she tapped the cap of the pen, Fufeng immediately understood what she meant.

This curse was still a curse he gave her when he was at the same table with her in junior high school.

"Are you cursing me?" Fufu quickly understood what she meant.

He sat next to her, trying to negotiate with her.

"Not really!" Nineteen Nian dragged his head and looked at the window.

He also moved the bench to a clear distance from Fufeng.

"Angry?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thinking about it, you're angry? Not really.

Who knew that she was really in a fuss because of this,

"Who told you to mess with someone's house?" It was like interrogating a prisoner, and Nineteen Nian questioned him with an unhappy face.

"No, I'm helping you." Fufeng explained to her, "Don't you know—"

"I don't know how to give ghosts with good intentions, you big-headed ghosts."

Her shoes were on his feet, and the pain was something that Fufeng will never forget.

"You stepped on my foot, it hurts." Fufeng gritted his teeth and looked at her for a long time.

"Does it hurt?" She winked at him with a smug look, "If it hurts, don't hurry up and give me back the phone." ”

"I'm discussing things with you, now I'll give you back the phone, you just play with the phone, how can you discuss things." If you don't return someone's mobile phone, Fufeng has her own reasons.

"If you don't return my phone, there's no need to discuss." A certain woman pinched her waist and was unforgiving.

"Okay." Fufeng pulled her phone out of her pocket and placed it next to her math book.

Nineteen Nian reached out to get the phone, however, Fufeng didn't put the phone next to the textbook, and didn't seem to have any intention of returning it to her.

"You listen to me first, and then talk about the phone." Again, he gave a bitter explanation.

This time, Nineteen Nian finally didn't bother to mention the mobile phone to him.

"You say." She took the sketchbook, pulled off the cap of the pen and said, "Do you need me to help you take notes?" ”

Fufeng took the things from her hand.

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