What the benefactor thinks, Wen Ling does not know.

Because she's started a new round of copy-paste.

"Next time, let's change the identity of not having to write homework, my hand is going to be broken every day, I am still illiterate, and it is estimated that the exam is not as good as the original owner." Wen Ling copied it for a long time, and only then did he finish copying one.

She didn't know a few words in total, and the little ginseng essence that grew naturally and savagely had never been brought by anyone.

can recognize a few words, or because he has a lot of friends, otherwise he doesn't know a single word.

Because I can't read a few words, it's hard to write.

She doesn't know how to do it, so she is drawing gourds in the same way as she is.

Wen Ling felt that he was probably the worst ginseng essence, and there was no one.

"Okay." 233 is also worried, thousands of calculations, not counting the host is illiterate.

This task is really difficult.

Therefore, at this time, as soon as Wen Ling mentioned it, it would immediately respond, and even wanted to take Wen Ling to change the world now.

Don't come to this world, it's going to fail anyway, so don't struggle.

At this time, 233 just wanted to come to a set of Bian Que Triple Link: it can't be cured, take it away, and say goodbye.

At six o'clock in the evening, the school officially began evening self-study.

Wen Ling copied her homework while pulling her hair back.

The original owner's hair rope was broken, and the long hair over the shoulder, because there was no hair rope, ran forward from time to time, and she didn't pick it up, she was going to block the curls.

When Wen Ling was copying and pasting, Wen Heng's gaze unconsciously fell on her back.

Seeing that the little girl reached out and stroked her hair from time to time, Wen Heng's gaze deepened.

Obviously, the little girl was teasing her own hair, but for some reason, Wen Heng actually imagined that hand and gently pressed it to the center of her eyebrows.

Thinking of this, Wen Heng felt a coolness coming from the center of his eyebrows.

This coolness made Wen Heng sober up a little, lowered his head, and continued to read, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, he would be distracted by things other than studying.

It's just that the book hasn't turned a few pages yet, and the wisp of fragrant fragrance in front of it is quietly approaching again.

"Wen Heng, have you written the comprehensive paper?" Wen Ling didn't want to copy it, but if she didn't copy it, she wouldn't understand it when she was in class.

So, in desperation, I was forced to copy and paste.

Wen Heng just calmed down and memorized two articles, but the fragrance that could tempt him to commit a crime came again.

Wen Heng's Adam's apple moved, then raised his head, and glanced deeply at his eyebrows, before today, he was still a little fool in his eyes.

At this time, the little girl's chin rested on the edge of the table, and her little mouth was slightly cocked, as if she was a little unhappy.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes are no longer full of sultry water waves, but are watery, simple and pure.

The little girl seems a little unhappy?

When he realized this, the breath on Wen Heng's body was a little colder.

She's unhappy, what's the matter with herself?

It's just inexplicable thoughts.

The direct manifestation of the colder breath is that Wen Heng's lips are crumbling tightly, and he looks very embarrassed at first glance.

Wen Heng's tablemate was a boy named Gao Yiqiang, and when he saw that Wen Heng's face was not very good-looking, he hurriedly squeezed Wen Ling's eyes and signaled: Go back, little fool, Xueshen is not happy, and if you can't say it, you will get out of the next second.

As a result, Wen Ling also asked very kindly: "Are you uncomfortable with your eyes?" I have eye drops here. ”

Gao Yiqiang: ???

Ha??

I'm kind enough to persuade you, when my eyes cramp?