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Song Qing'an's test paper score was very high.

Shen Jiu thought about it for a long time, but still took the scroll and went to find Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song thought about it for a night, and then the next morning, with dark circles under her eyes, she talked to Shen Jiu: "I will do a good job of school registration for you, and tell the principal and teacher about Xiao An's situation with her expression." When the time comes, Xiao An sits next to you, and you ......"

She paused slightly, glanced at Song Qing'an, who was quietly following behind Shen Jiu, with some unease, and sighed slowly: "You take care of Xiao An." ”

Shen Jiu gave Mrs. Song a reassuring smile.

……

Mrs. Song's movements were very fast, and between the first class, the head teacher appeared in the classroom with Song Qingan.

The head teacher briefly introduced Song Qing'an, and then arranged Song Qing'an to sit next to Shen Jiu.

Song Qing'an stuffed his schoolbag into the belly of the table, and then looked sideways at Shen Jiu.

The math teacher has come in.

Shen Jiu sighed, helped him take out the books he needed for class, put them on the table, took out the stationery box, put it away for him, and then whispered to him: "It's class time, Xiao An can't stare at Ah Jiu." ”

Song Qingan looked at her and blinked slowly.

Shen Jiu secretly raised his hand and pointed to the math teacher in front of the podium table: "That's the teacher, you have to stare at her." ”

Song Qing'an looked in the direction of her finger, then tilted his head and thought about it, grabbed Shen Jiu's fingers, clenched them tightly, pulled her hand under the desk, and then turned his head and continued to stare at Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu pursed his lips slightly, looking at the teacher at the podium table who had repeatedly looked at them many times, then bowed his head slightly, and whispered to threaten him: "If Xiao An doesn't look at the teacher, the teacher will be very angry, the teacher will be fierce Ah Jiu, and will Xiao An not be allowed to sit next to Ah Jiu-"

Song Qing'an looked at her in a daze for a long time, and finally reacted slowly, he suddenly clenched Shen Jiu's hand, lowered his head as if thinking for a moment, and then finally turned his head to look at the teacher.

The hand still didn't let go.

barely finished a math class, and as soon as the class ended, all the students in a classroom crowded over to see Song Qing'an.

"Eh, you look so small, how old are you?" A girl came over to see her.

"You're so good-looking!" The other girl was already about to reach out and poke him in the cheek.

As soon as Shen Jiu was about to stop her, the girl's hand was already held by another boy.

The boy said in a weird way: "It's a good fart, it's like a doll, and a boy should be like me." ”

He was also more pitiful than the muscles in his own arms.

The girl took a bite of him, and continued to reach out persistently, wanting to touch Song Qing'an.

Song Qingan has always been disgusted with people, especially when he is surrounded by so many people to discuss. He was a little scared, and subconsciously leaned towards Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu protected him with one hand, and smiled at the students around him: "I'm sorry, my brother is a little shy." She raised her hand and rubbed Song Qing'an's head to show comfort, and then continued: "Please bear with me." ”

Song Qingan had already buried his head in her arms.

The girl who spoke first was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and laughed: "Ah Jiu, you and Xiao An are sisters and brothers, no wonder they are both good-looking." It's okay, it's okay, we're sure we'll be—"

The boy interrupted her words and pointed at Song Qingan: "Still hiding in my sister's arms." He sneered and sneered, "I'm afraid I'm still breastfeeding!" ”