Chapter 119: Autistic Tablemate Dressed as a School Bully (23)

The third lesson is mathematics.

Fuyue felt that her life was almost coming to an end.

Because of the math taught by the teacher, she couldn't understand any of it!

Isn't math about numbers?

Why throw so many questions for her to solve? The most important thing is that hard! It was even more puzzling to her than those heavenly words in the divine realm!

Fuyue: Doubt life, human beings are too terrible, I want to go back to the corpse cave to sleep!

She glanced faintly at the napping system Jiujiu on the table, and slapped it with one palm.

It screamed in pain.

Unfortunately, no one else could hear its screams.

"Dog thief, just tell me how much you can hold the function concept?" She looked at it with a sneer.

System Jiujiu was trembling by her thin body.

Glancing at the dense fonts on the blackboard, it dizzy.

[Woo woo, adults can't blame me, I don't know. 怑

Fuyue wanted to shoot him to death, and after listening to the second half of the class with her scalp, she was completely shut up.

Very good, and math homework to be handed in at noon, smile.

The fourth class is English, and after English, it's time for lunch.

When the school bell rang and the students were gone, only her and Pei Yijiao were left in the entire classroom.

She threw the notebook full of math notes in her hand on the table, extremely aggrieved.

"I don't want to read anymore!"

Break the system, and when you go back, find a pig for it to stuff in!

After thinking about it for a long time, she slowly took out the two lunch boxes from the table.

In addition to the lunch box, there are also two boiled eggs in the bag.

Looking at Pei Yijiao, who had not woken up beside him, Fuyue bit her lip and thought about whether to wake him up.

As a result, she just stared for a while, and the sleeping man next to her moved.

He turned his head, squinting slightly at her wrinkled little face, and paused slightly.

The voice was hoarse and lazy.

"Who bullied you?" He sat up and yawned.

Fuyue blinked and pointed to the math textbook.

"It's, that's it."

Pei Yijiao was stunned, looking at the little girl's distressed appearance, he felt interesting.

He picked up the notes on the table, flipped through them casually, and said disapprerovingly: "It bullied you, just burn it." ā€

This time Fuyue was wronged.

"But if you burn it, I won't do these questions."

Pei Yijiao's brain was down for a few seconds, and he looked at her with a small colorful leather band.

"What's that?"

Fuyue was originally quite sad, but after her eyes touched the top of his head, she couldn't help but smile.

She tilted her head and forced a smile.

"I—I'm not going to do it."

Pei Yijiao's eyes narrowed dangerously, looking at her convulsive with a smile, he smiled coldly, and pinched her tender face by breaking her head.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fuyue's face was pinched and deformed by him, she blinked and shook her head, her big moist eyes were exceptionally innocent.

"Let go of the big cauldron, your face is ugly."

Pei Yijiao let go of her face and said disgustedly: "It's already ugly." ā€

Fuyue frowned, dissatisfied.

"Jiaojiao, if you speak behind your conscience, you will be struck by lightning." She touched her face, took out a small mirror and looked at it, except for the red marks that he pinched, everything else was good.

Pei Yijiao looked at her stinky and beautiful appearance, and rolled her eyes until her eyes touched the two lunch boxes in front of her.

He reached out and unceremoniously took one, opened it, and the rich smell of rice reached the tip of his nose, and his eyes narrowed.

said: "I'm telling the truth, no one likes to look so ugly." ā€

Fuyue glared at him, almost pasting the mirror on his face.