"Well, my note is poisonous?"

Seeing that Zhang Shang continued to stare at her, but did not answer the note, Yang Zhiyuan's small hand in front of the table knocked on the back of Zhang's stool.

But at this moment, He Tingting made a very energetic "hate" and smashed Zhang Shang's waist with a fist.

"What are you two doing? Nowadays, I am in class, whispering, and I want to speak out. The tip of the chalk was thrown precisely into the back of the head, leaving a white dot.

Mr. Diyu didn't know when, he had turned around, and at a glance he saw his fellow student Zhang with his head facing back, and the chalk head flew in his hand, Mr. I have practiced.

"There is another you, a girl, what equipment is in your hand, hand it over!" His eyes fell on the note in Yang Zhiyuan's hand.

"Huh?" I didn't expect that the uncle, who has always "cherished the fragrance and cherishes the jade", would break the fast today.

The lady pouted, glanced at it slightly, and blamed you.

With his head drooping, his hands hanging in front of him and holding the note, he walked out of his seat, knowing that he couldn't resist.

I had to walk a few steps, put the strip in my hand on the lectern, and walked back again, a really angry little wife.

"The first lecture at the bottom is to listen to the truth, and you will graduate in more than two months, so you are determined not to desert when you are in life."

Mr. Diyu is not happy with children's notes, but he is just a good example to run the lecture hall first.

Yang Zhiyuan, who returned to her seat, lowered her head, buried in her small universe, and never showed her head again.

Zhang Shang sat upright, because the afterglow of Mr. Diyu always paused with him, and it was admonishing.

The meaning is very prominent: "Child, you are still tender, it is forbidden to hook up with other little ladies." I usually can't see it, forget it, in my field of vision, sir I forbid! ”

Half a lesson passed in the blink of an eye.

It is really easy for the adult mind to study junior high school knowledge.

is more liberal arts, dealing with a thirteen big brother bookworm, metropolis, science fiction, sweat green, online games, only a little famous novel, almost all of them have been read. Later, he turned into a writer, and this bit of common sense is really a piece of cake.

6,000 words a day, blowing the law snail forcefully, how can it be done without a bit of civilization connotation?

Until someone stabbed him in the back.

Turned.

Li Jianjun said, "Look at your feet."

A crumpled mass of stationery.

Pick it up, open it, and spread it on your desk.

"I blame you for ......" has beautiful handwriting, but there is a faint resentment.

It's really too much to write, it's messy, it's repeated, and it's too many words to count on the whole paper.

sighed, turned his head to look, and saw the lady's silky hair and the back of her head, which were even more vague.

This letter paper was clearly smashed by Yang Zhiyuan, and the words were stuffed between the lines, begging for comfort.

But you have made tools with others, and you come to tease my brother again, is it possible that the lady has a big heart and wants to open a female harem, one woman and two dragons?

Zhang Shang's classmates like the lady who is committed to the same heart, since you are good with others, you should work together to treat him, and don't have the rest of the years.

Probably whoever you like, just put your heart together.

More than a decade ago, I thought it was the same today.

Therefore, crumpled the letter again, placed it in the corner of the table, and did not respond.

Before the time passed very quickly, Yang Zhiyuan waited left and right, why didn't she come to comfort me?

"No." The more the lady thought about it, the more bitter her heart became.

Then.

The bell rang for the end of class, the class was restless, but Mr. Diyu was endless, and there was no point in leaving school at all.

Drag the hall.

The protégé's very, very hateful work, not that he didn't understand, not that he was criticized, but that he rang the class bell, but it was endless.

You want to play, you want to rush home, you want to be in a hurry, your heart sinks, and you can't wait to cry your father and call your mother.

But Mr. spoke rightly, so he had to hate and hate.

dragged on for five minutes, and a pair of eyes that looked quiet, but looked sideways in the depths of their pupils, let Mr. Diyu know that no one would listen to it again.

"Class." Without waiting for the protégé to respond, he picked up the textbook and flew out of the lecture hall in the lead.

"Smack." After his death, there was the sound of books slamming on his desk.

Hearing the sound and turning her head, Yang Zhiyuan cried so much that she couldn't even look at Zhang Shang, and walked to the door of the lecture hall without looking at her.

Zhao Wen is Yang Zhiyuan's very, very good best friend, and their friendship has not changed after more than ten years.

It's also a fellow classmate.

"Yang Zhiyuan, what's wrong? You oppressed her, and you cried so much. Zhao Wen came over and asked, without waiting for a reply: "Are you brain-thickened, don't you know how to catch up and comfort others?" ”

"......" couldn't answer.

There are students on duty every day, and they have to stay after school at noon and night to clean the lecture hall, sweep and mop the floor, and liquidate the hygiene.

"You emotional intelligence, I am optimistic about you, a lifelong liar." Hanging the strap of the schoolbag on her shoulder, Zhao Wen went to chase Yang Zhiyuan, and said in a voice: "Help me sweep the ground, I'll coax her for you." ”

Zhang Shang stood in place.

I'll coax her for you?

"Coax me?" Stunned, he said to himself: "I'm not who you are." Brother is not a second stunned person in the past, since he knows the consequences of the coming day, it is better to break this thought as soon as possible. ”

"Shanghua'er, are you possessed by the ghost king, why are you in a daze?" Yang Hao seems to have entered the drama of Zhu Xian, and when he opens his mouth, he is the ghost king.

Zhi Shengxiang also came over and prepared all the way.

"You guys go first, I'm on duty today." With that, he got out of his seat and went to the corner behind him to find a broomstick.

"Then let's go first, the dove at the door of the house in the next day, let's go to the Internet café to join the red police." After finishing speaking, hooking up with Zhi Shengxiang, you punched me and left in a fuss.

The classmates in the lecture hall are also almost gone, and the cautious classmates Zhang cleaned up from the back to the front.

Until the podium, the list of notes confiscated by Mr. Jiyu is present.

"Fan Zijie confessed to me."

Seven simple words can express a lot of meaning.

There is groping, there is beware, there is dragging mud and water, there is forcing people to express their attitudes, there are constant opportunities, there is the meaning of wanting to respond to confessions, and there are beware of girls during the simple period.

There are many selected times in life, and when Zhang Shang saw these seven words, he would definitely ask: "You agreed?" ”

Then.

Generous, probably a good one.

sour, probably ending alone.

But again, with the mind of an adult, Zhang Shang will not let me face this difficult choice.

Some popularity, some work, even if it is played ten times, it is the same endgame.

Only more than ten years ago, Yang Zhiyuan was really indifferent to herself, and Fan Zijie was a tool, no matter what the reason, just by this point, her mind was no longer chaste.

Crumple the paper into a ball, throw it in the waste bin, sweep the pile of waste in the dustpan, aim at the mouth of the barrel, and make them taste like chewing wax and flow down, just like the state of mind when the clouds are in the clouds.

If you can't hold the sand, it's better to raise it.

Bury the note.

This matter is over.

"Really, I don't have any spicy preferences, who has a beautiful beauty, there are girls who are in love, but they are only admired."