Now she just thinks that the music teacher can return the phone to her soon.

That way she can have peace of mind.

Sitting on the podium, he took away the mobile phone of the Literature and Art Committee.

The music teacher looked at her phone with mixed feelings.

He whispered to his classmates, "Seeing that you are so naughty, I really want to give the mobile phone I collected in this class to your homeroom teacher." ”

As long as there is a mobile phone in the class and hand it to the class teacher, nothing good will happen in the future.

Therefore, the students in front of them persuaded the music teacher one after another, "Forget it, our homeroom teacher is so busy in meetings, so don't find something for her." ”

"Forget it?" The music teacher put the phone in his hand on the desk, "When you just sang in the class, forget it?" ”

"Adults have a lot of it, write it off, don't you?" Once again, his classmates pleaded with him.

Glancing at the phone on the lectern again, the music teacher said to them again, "Look at my mood." ”

"Then you'd better be in a better mood." Zhao Chenhuan preached to him.

He smashed a chalk head at Zhao Chenhuan in annoyance, "Shut up and paint!" ”

"Cut, it's not okay to say you're in a good mood."

The class was back to the same quiet as before.

Draw what should be drawn, sleep when you should sleep, do questions that should be done, brush the test papers that should be brushed, and still secretly play with the mobile phone at the bottom.

After watching the excitement, the only thing Huo Wuwu could do was to pass the note and quietly nag a few words with Nineteen Nian.

She wrote on the note that she felt that the classmates in our class were quite active, especially those who were active, and together they could act in a scene.

Originally, he had just been inspired, and Nineteen Nian didn't want to reply to Huo Wuwu's words at all.

But she couldn't stand Huo Wuwu's nonsense, and after writing half of the plot, she still made a little time and borrowed that little time to reply to her.

His own apprentice is still his own apprentice, and as a lion tiger, it is still good to be petted. Nineteen Nian thinks so.

Yes! Have you finished your art homework?

Nineteen Nian is very good at making excuses to reply.

When she wrote this paragraph, she thought that after receiving this reply, Huo Wuwu must have gone to paint.

No matter how thoughtful the reply is, it can't resist Huo Wuwu's laziness.

She wrote a lion and tiger on the note, but she really didn't have the heart to draw it. It's too difficult, either you can help me.

"To help you is to hurt you. Don't help. ”

Nineteen didn't even bother to write, so he refused with her directly.

If you speak quietly, the teacher can't hear you.

"Paint, nerd." Nineteen Nian said to her, "I have to hand in my homework tomorrow, come on and paint." ”

She patted Huo Wuwu's back, which was equivalent to cheering her up.

"Ugh."

She shook her head and sighed, at the end of the day, she still had to paint.

Picking up a pencil and drawing a line on the paper, she said, "It's not easy to learn from kindergarten teachers, and I draw online." ”

"Don't think like that, you have to paint when you go home for your teacher, don't you think it's much easier to paint than to dance?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, you don't understand the amorous taste." Nineteen Nian looked up to the sky and sighed, "For teachers, it's really much simpler than dancing." ”

"Ugh." Looking up, there was another long sigh to the sky.

Finally, bow your head, pick up a pencil, and bury your head in drawing.

Perfunctory Huo Wuwu, Nineteen Nian also continued to do his own writing.

Soon it was time for the end of class.

The music teacher who took away the literary committee didn't care too much about her, and when it was time for class, he returned her mobile phone.

"Walk slowly, don't send." The art committee member who took away his mobile phone warmly welcomed the music teacher to leave.

The music teacher turned to look at her, "Don't have a second time, otherwise, I will definitely report this to your homeroom teacher." ”

“ok。”

The members of the Literature and Art Committee promised to be good, but in fact, no one could figure out what they were thinking in their hearts.

After class, Huo Wuwu, who couldn't draw, also took out his mobile phone.

Originally, she wanted to chat with Nineteen Nian for a while, but seeing that her lion and tiger were so attentive to writing, and she still had headphones on her ears, she didn't want to be disturbed when she saw it.

Forget it, it's better that I can't bear to disturb her.

Bored to brush up the recommended news in the browser.,The recommendations in it are all boring things.,After brushing for a while.,She's too lazy to brush it.。

I simply opened the art book I had just closed, picked up the pencil, and compared it to the drawings on it.

"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

The host dismounted the guest on the boat and raised the wine ......"

Tian Junyi, who checked the recitation, held a thick language book and listened to Gu Zijun's recitation patiently, the first sentence was fine, and the recitation was quite smooth, but when it came to the second sentence, the situation did not seem to be optimistic.

She was dumb when she carried it on her back, and Gu Zijun stopped at the broken sentence, not knowing how to recite it next.

"The master dismounts the guest on the boat, and he wants to drink...... she can't get along after a long time, so she immediately set her eyes on Ren Baifan.

She knew that Ren Baifan would definitely help her.

"Nerd." Tian Junyi rushed to Ren Baifan to help her, put the language book on her desktop, and gave her a small hint, "There is no orchestra when you want to drink." ”

"Oh, it's the one who wants to drink without an orchestra." She scratched her hair and babbled and recited, "If you are drunk, you will say goodbye to the miserable farewell, and when you are immersed in the moon, you suddenly hear——"

"Where's down there?" Reciting this short fall, Tian Junyi thought that she would not be able to come out later.

How did he know that Gu Zijun was deliberately pausing.

She deliberately made this pause in order to create an atmosphere of reciting poems.

How do you know that Tian Junyi still thought that Gu Zijun would not be able to recite.

"Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest." He reluctantly gave Gu Zijun another hint.

"I know I heard the sound of a lute on the water." People gave her a hint, and Gu Zijun still disliked him, "I was interrupted by you like this, I forgot what to say later, and I blame you for interrupting." ”

This excuse is simply appropriate.

"Yo he, you, you can't recite it yourself, it's just that you blame me for interrupting you, you don't have to make some sense." Tian Junyi said to her, "Can you tell me something, I kindly gave you a hint, you can't recite it yourself, and blame me for the hint?" ”

"Whew!" She deeply expressed that she was also very reasonable, "I would have memorized, but you just put the nagging behind my back, just put the nagging behind my back, where do I still have the heart to recite now, listening to your nagging is enough to annoy." ”

"Yo-he!" Tian Junyi said again, "What do you mean, you still carry it with me?" Blame me for everything? ”

"That's not it, I don't blame anyone." Gu Zijun drank a few sips of hot tea, don't look over her head at Ren Baifan, she didn't want to reason with him.

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