Chapter Ninety-One: The Smoke of Gunpowder Fills the Ages
"Hello classmates, I'm Fan Chenbo, I'm very happy to be classmates with you, and I hope we can become good friends. Thank you. "Fan Chenbo
"Okay, everyone be quiet, class in a while, Fan Chenbo, you sit next to Ruan Ruan, Zhao Nan, you sit in the back, Liu Tong has dropped out." Teacher
Fan Chenbo walked over to Ruan Ruan with a smile. Ruan Ruan looked up at him.
In this class, Fan Chenbo has been asking Ruan Ruan.
"Ruan Ruan, there is a second solution to this problem, why don't you talk about it?"
"Ruan Ruan, you look at this, I think it can be explained in this way."
"Ruan Ruan, the history teacher is so funny, how can you usually hold back not laughing."
"Nguyen Nguyen ......"
At the end of the morning, Ruan Ruan's ears were calloused.
"Ruan, how did you sleep, you never slept." Zhang Yimeng
"I, I'm really going crazy by Fan Chenbo, help me." Nguyen Nguyen
"Just in the morning, how can he torture you, I don't see much interaction between the two of you." Zhang Yimeng
"Interaction, we don't have interaction, it's all him who speaks. My ears felt like they were about to become calloused. "Nguyen Nguyen
Zhang Yimeng couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at, I'm so annoyed." Nguyen Nguyen
"Okay, okay, our Ruan Ruan is very annoying now, but Ruan Ruan, are you still annoyed by this classmate?" Zhang Yimeng
Ruan Ruan looked up at the person behind Zhang Yimeng.
"Ah Ning, you're back." Ruan Ruan stood up excitedly. Hug Fu Ning.
"Yes, I'm back, haha......" Fu Ning
The three of them laughed.
At ten o'clock, Ruan Ruan and Fan Chenbo got on the bus to City A.
"Why did you go separately this time?" Ruan Ruan asked Fan Chenbo.
"Because there are only four programs left in our school. The number of people is not fixed, and it is according to the name of the association, so there is no exact number of people, so you can only go by yourself. "Fan Chenbo
"Go by yourself? What if someone sneaks out and doesn't go back? "Nguyen Nguyen
"Didn't we sign when we came out?" Fan Chenbo
"Oh~ I see." Nguyen Nguyen
"Hmm." Fan Chenbo
The two of them arrived at City A while talking.
"Ruan Ruan, here." Liao Shukang was pulled by Jiang Yi early to wait.
"Shukang, Fan Chenbo, let me introduce you to my junior high school classmates." Nguyen Nguyen
"Shukang, Jiang Yi, this is Fan Chenbo, the vice president of our school's student union, Fan Chenbo, this is Liao Shukang, this is Jiang Yi, they are all my junior high school classmates." Nguyen Nguyen
"Hello." Fan Chenbo stretched out his hand to Jiang Yi.
"Hello." Jiang Yi held it, and the two looked at each other for a while. before letting go.
"Hello." Fan Chenbo shook hands with Liao Shukang again.
"Hello." Liao Shukang
By the time the four of them entered the lecture hall, there were already a lot of people.
"Let's sit here." Liao Shukang
"Okay." Nguyen Nguyen
Liao Shukang sat in the innermost, followed by Jiang Yi, Ruan Ruan, and Fan Chenbo.
When Nguyen Nguyen went to wait for the scene. Only Liao Shukang, Jiang Yi and Fan Chenbo were left on the table.
"Why are you two here?" Jiang Yi
"Are you asking why Zhang Yimeng and Fu Ning didn't come along?" Fan Chenbo
"......" Jiang Yi
"Their club's program has been brushed up." Fan Chenbo
"Then it's not your turn to come with her." Jiang Yi
"You forget, I'm the vice president of the student union." Fan Chenbo
The eyes of the two men were about to fight.
"Oh, Fan Chenbo, right?" Liao Shukang hurried out to make peace.
"Well, my name is Fan Chenbo." Fan Chenbo
"You are in the same class as Ruan Ruan?" Liao Shukang
"Not before, but now it is." Fan Chenbo
"Didn't it before?" Liao Shukang
"I just changed to Ruan Ruan's class recently." Fan Chenbo deliberately looked at Jiang Yi when he spoke.
"Oh~ Are you familiar with it?" Liao Shukang
"We are in the same position, do you know each other?" Fan Chenbo.
"This, yes, is quite familiar." Liao Shukang peeked at Jiang Yi when he replied. The atmosphere suddenly became even stranger. When Nguyen Nguyen came back from the performance, she didn't notice anything discordant.