The pitch-black pen, held on the young man's fingertips, made his fingers more white and slender.

Shen Jiu sighed slightly, took the pen, and asked in a low voice while writing his name in the record book, "Will I be notified for criticism?" ”

The boy lowered his eyebrows and watched her put pen to paper: "No." ”

His voice was cool and light, like a clear spring in the mountains, and it was like a jade collision: "This list will be submitted to the head teacher of each class, it will affect the evaluation of excellent classes, but it will not affect you personally." ”

Shen Jiu had already finished writing his message, and the young man took the notebook and pen, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and reminded her: "There are still five minutes of self-study in the morning." ”

Shen Jiu was excited, grabbed the schoolbag belt when he landed, turned his head and ran towards the teaching building.

The boy looked at her back for a moment, then lowered his head again, smoothing the pages of the register.

"Yo, who is that?" Another member of the student council walked over, put his arm on his shoulder, and whistled: "You can even move our President Yan to personally stop and write down his name?" ”

Yan Xiu pushed away the man's arm and put away the pen and paper: "What does it have to do with you." ”

He tore off the page of Shen Jiu's registration information, folded it and put it in his pocket, raised his hand again, and threw the registration book into the boy's arms: "I'm going to class." ”

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Shen Jiu almost stepped on the class bell to enter the classroom.

She rushed to her seat in one go, pulled out her chair in a hurry, and sat down on the chair.

She hurriedly took the book out of her bag and laid it out in front of herself, before she breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned over to look at her at the table: "Why are you so late today?" ”

Shen Jiu waved his hand: "I was stopped by someone from the student union at the school gate." She touched her chest and motioned to her tablemate, "I didn't bring a card." ”

Her eyes lit up at the same table, and she grabbed her arm all of a sudden: "Then did you see Yan Xiu?" ”

Shen Jiu was stunned for a moment: "Yan Xiu? ”

She searched for the name in her head, and then asked uncertainly, "The first in the third year of high school?" What you say is the flower of Kaolin, the one who is handsome and unparalleled, and the one with the best appearance? ”

She nodded desperately at the same table: "Have you spoken to him?" ”

Shen Jiu lowered his head: "It was he who stopped me." ”

She flipped through the language book cursoryly, and then opened it to the ancient text that had been assigned to be memorized yesterday.

She never imagined that one day she would dream of going back to high school and learning the subjects that had tormented her all those years.

Shen Jiu lowered her head and was about to recite it, when she was already at the same table and said in disbelief: "He stopped you?" ”

She shook her head like a rattle: "Although Senior Yan said that he is the president of the student union, he has always cared about these things. ”

Shen Jiu was not very interested in this matter.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked perfunctorily not too concerned: "Maybe I'm mistaken." ”

It doesn't matter who stopped her, the important thing is that she was named down, which affected the class evaluation.

Although it has nothing to do with her personally, but this delays the class evaluation, how can the head teacher not trouble her.

Shen Jiu sighed, looked at the "Red Cliff Fu" in front of him, lowered his head and recited it.

She memorized a whole morning self-study, and when she was about to end class, she saw the head teacher hanging around her, and then as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, the head teacher lowered her head and knocked her desk with her fingers: "Come out with me." ”