After a while, he lowered the curtains, walked barefoot to the bed, past the mess on the ground.

Several game consoles were thrown on the ground haphazardly.

Jiulan went back to the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover her face.

The slender figure of the young man took up most of the bed.

Obviously I was already very tired, but I forced myself to sleep, but I couldn't sleep.

After a while, he tore off the quilt and got up, and cursed "" in a low voice.

After An Xiaoli arrived at school, the school quickly learned that Jiu Lan Crack did not come to class today.

"Did you see it, Young Master Jiulan didn't come today?"

"Doesn't he usually come early?"

"Is he sick today?"

"Ahhhhh......h

Hearing the not-so-small discussion behind her, An Xiaoli's movements paused, and then continued to write.

After a while, the class bell rang, and a teacher walked in with a book in his arms.

The chatter in the class gradually became quieter.

The history teacher put down the lesson plan, looked up and glanced at the class, and saw that the place where the Nine Lan cracks were empty, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Who is that seat?" ”

No one in the class answered.

The history teacher asked again.

“…… Teacher, it's Jiulan Crack. Someone replied weakly.

The history teacher frowned, Rao is he took different grades, and he also remembered the name of Jiulan Crack.

Perennial recorded in his truancy blacklist.

"Why didn't he come?"

“…… The teacher, he probably, was sick. Someone else answered.

"Sick?"

The history teacher snorted.

The history teacher is old-fashioned, unlike other teachers, who must be there in every class.

Seeing that the history teacher was about to open the roster to record his name, An Xiaoli bit her lip and raised her hand.

"Teacher."

The history teacher's pen paused, and he turned his head to look at her: "What's wrong with you?" ”

An Xiaoli spoke: "Jiu Lan cracked that he was sick and didn't come this morning, this is his leave note." ”

Regarding the fact that his young master didn't go to class again, He Xiao didn't dare to tell Jiulan Changqing to death, in order to avoid trouble, he went to the head teacher to get a leave note for her when he sent her to school, and then asked her to give it to the teachers.

The history teacher looked her up and down and smiled, "He's sick?" Who is standing outside the door? ”

As he spoke, he raised his chin and gestured out the door.

An Xiaoli was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look.

She saw a person standing at the door, and she met those familiar eyes.

The whole class looked at it.

Outside the door stood the boy in a school uniform, loose but still handsome, not Jiu Lan Crack or who?

The class was stunned.

Young Master Jiulan...... Didn't get sick, but actually came to class?!

Glancing at An Xiaoli, Jiulan Crack quietly retracted her gaze and said "report" lazily.

The history teacher straightened up, looked at him with interest, and asked, "They said you were sick, so why did you come to class?" ”

Jiu Lan was silent for half a second, and spit out a few words a little stiffly-

"I love learning."

Everyone: "............"

An Xiaoli: "......"

There was a dead silence in the class.

The classmates were trying not to laugh, their cheeks were flushed, and some of them were desperately bowing their heads and their shoulders were shaking.

Even the history teacher, who has always been serious and old-fashioned, was rarely shocked by this teenager.

The scumbag of the university, who has always been eager to scare the sky, actually said the words "love learning" one day, which is simply terrifying.