“…… How dare I care about you? Xia Ningxing laughed, knowing that he didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask much, but she suddenly saw: "Brother Lu, why is your hand broken?" ”

It looks like something has scratched it.

I feel more and more that the literary and artistic committee was beaten by him.

Lu Tingli subconsciously retracted his injured hand, and Jun's face did not change: "I should have accidentally touched something." ”

"Why are you so careless, I have a band-aid here, you wait a minute, I'll put it on you!" Xia Ningxing frowned suddenly, and tried her best to show that Lao Tzu was very distressed.

Then he looked down and rummaged through the band-aids in his bag.

"Hand out." After finding the band-aid, Xia Ningxing gently pulled his finger over and wrapped the band-aid around him.

His fingers were slender, without a trace of blemishes or variegation, like high-grade white jade.

It looked a little more beautiful than her little girl's hands.

"Isn't it going to hurt, why don't I help you again?" Xia Ningxing winked at him, and then without waiting for him to answer, he put his band-aided fingers to his lips, his long eyelashes drooped, and he puffed out his cheeks.

The warm breath is like a spring breeze, itchy, numb.

Lu Ting stared at her sharply, his thin lips were shallowly hooked, and his ink eyes were filled with a few wisps of tenderness.

However, after whirring, he withdrew his fingers, as if embarrassed, with fierce contempt: "Childish, only children will believe in deception." ”

Xia Ningxing's eyes widened, and a group of grass and mud horses ran wildly in his heart in an instant!

No, if you feel naïve and think that this is a lie to a child, then why do you wait for Lao Tzu to finish your call before you withdraw your hand!

If it weren't for the fact that you are a big guy and you have a lot of money, Lao Tzu will blow your head and believe it or not!

Hum! Believe it or not!

"The teacher is here." Lu Tingli didn't pay attention to her angry snort at all, glanced at the figure at the front door, and reminded her lightly.

This is a math class.

It is worth mentioning that the math teacher in their class is a very fierce and short-tempered old man.

I don't know who provoked him, but as soon as his short and fat body moved to the classroom, he angrily threw the homework book in his hand on the podium.

The students were taken aback.

Even Xia Ningxing secretly swallowed his saliva.

I remember one time, she just wrote a symbol wrong, and only one point was deducted, good guy, this old man directly called her out for half an hour to train, and that day, a fearless scumbag like her began to doubt life.

It is estimated that if you have poor psychological tolerance, you may have to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

Now, I don't know who offended this explosive barrel?

The math teacher stared at a pair of angry eyes and looked around at the classmates below: "Xia Jiaojiao, stand up for me, why didn't you hand in your math homework, do you look down on your math teacher and me!" ”

He slapped the podium violently, his face gloomy, as if he could eat people alive.

"Old, teacher, I handed over ......" Xia Jiaojiao didn't expect that she would be named by this old man, she looked confused, and stood up from her position tremblingly.

Judging from Xia Ningxing's direction, you can still see that her two thin legs are trembling.

It's a coward......

Xia Ningxing propped her chin and watched the play leisurely.

If only there were melon seeds.

"Handed over?" Seeing that she still denied it, the math teacher suddenly sneered: "Then how can I find death and I can't find your homework!" Tell me where you've taught? ”