Chapter 73: Do you think about sending your handsome table back to the bedroom?
Under the bright lights, anything can be seen, Quan Ying pulled his hand and still didn't tear it off, this time he didn't care about it anymore, he directly used his fingertips to poke Fang He's slightly long nails-
Earlier, the English teacher's lecture was not finished
"What? I don't talk anymore, do you think you're very good, very powerful? Too little homework, huh? Okay, I'll leave you some more homework now! β
With that, she stepped up to the podium.
Fugui was the closest, and hurriedly walked forward and blocked the English teacher: "Don't don't don't be a teacher!" Teacher!! We were wrong and didn't feel less!!! β
"Do you dare next time?"
"Don't dare, don't dareβ"
The whole class spoke up.
I really didn't worry about these bear children, for fear that they would make some trouble, and the English teacher stood in the class for a while before turning around and leaving.
As soon as the English teacher left, the second later, the whole class of the first (3rd) senior high school breathed a sigh of relief.
Romeo clenched his chest, "Oh my mom, it scares me." β
Zhong Xiaoxiao hugged Tian Sisi's arm tightly: "Regain your wealth!" What's that gossip on you? Who said English teachers don't like to move around!? β
Fugui hurriedly raised his hands and explained: "No, I really don't know, who would have thought that this English teacher would love to move around today!" β
Tian Sisi's head hurts: "Okay, okay, hurry back to your seat, I haven't finished memorizing the book yet." β
Therefore, the world is impermanent, Fu Gui sighed in his heart, his mouth responded, he made a long sound, dragged the chair down, and the other students in the class also began to move the somewhat crooked tables and chairs.
The classroom was a mess, and all the classmates had gone through the wave of frightens just now, and they didn't even care about themselves, they were all looking down at their feet, and there was only Fu Gui, looking at the classmates below while walking down, and the result was such a casual glance, and his expression instantly seemed like seeing a ghost.
And so on and so forth... Wait!
They are in the first (3rd) class of high school, in the last row in the back, and their big guy He is at his table, what are they doing?
Strong, strong!?
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Quan Ying's strength just now was really great, and the sharp pain in his palm made Fang He let go suddenly, but probably because his own strength was too strong, so that the whole person's center of gravity was unstable and he was about to fall backwards with the chair, Quan Ying saw that he was about to fall, and hurriedly pulled his arm to his side in an emergency-
Okay, he directly dragged Fang He's whole person to himself.
Fang He was half-hanging on Quan Ying's neck with one hand, and the other was grabbing the edge of the table next to him, and half of his body leaned forward against Quan Ying's body, his face was just misplaced, but in fact, it was only half of Fang He's face that hit Quan Ying's shoulder.
This one wailed in a low voice: "Damn, it hurts...... It's over? β
Quan Ying took advantage of no one's attention and quickly pulled the person's arm down: "The lights are on, what do you think?" β
"Who just came?"
"English teacher."
"Oh......" Fang He sat upright, rubbing his chin that had been knocked lightly, and gasped.
Fugui's mood was extremely complicated for a while, and for a while, he was not going forward or retreating, and he was completely stunned.
At half past eight, the evening self-study class ended.
The students in the class all walked around, packed up their homework, put their chairs and put their chairs, and began to walk out of the classroom together.
Big Guy He, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, looked at the dark sky outside, slowly put away the homework book spread on the table, and slowly turned his head to look at the little tablemate who was putting the headphones on his ears, hesitated for a long time, and opened his mouth: "At the same table, let's discuss?" β
"Don't fight." Kwon Ying is extremely indifferent.
"Don't have it," Fang He hurriedly coaxed, and whispered while coaxing: "What, look at how dark it is outside, you think about it at the same table, send your handsome and weak tablemate, and go back to the bedroom?" β