"That's right, that's what Jiang Youlan said anyway." Wu Yueyao shrugged, "Her information has always been accurate. ”

Bu Yanxi was noncommittal, and frowned again, "Wait, Lu Jingqing...... Isn't that Song Qingshan's good friend? ”

"Yes." Wu Yueyao snorted lightly, "It's the good friend of the little bitch who robbed Jiang Youlan of the boy he liked, the class flower of the third class." ”

Bu Yanxi said "oh", and wanted to ask something, and the class bell rang.

So the topic was abandoned, and it was another long and boring forty-five minutes.

Because this semester's history is going to be examined, the fourth period of history class is held as usual, and when the history teacher walked into the classroom, the students who had already taken three main classes in a row were all languishing on their desks.

It was close to noon, and the classroom was as hot as a steamer, and the fan overhead was whirring hot air.

The history teacher of their class, an old man who was about to retire, was talking about the crimes of foreign powers in China during the Second Opium War on the podium.

Click.

A ball of paper suddenly fell from the sky and landed on her unfolded book.

At the same time, a low call came from the rear.

Turning his head inexplicably, his gaze crossed over to a boy who happened to be looking, and finally landed on his back table, where Liang Sheng was pouting at her, motioning for her to pass the paper ball to her front table.

She was slightly stunned, a little strange in her heart, but she didn't delay, glanced at the teacher on the podium, and threw the paper ball to the boy at the front table.

"Liang Sheng gave it to you." She whispered to him as she pulled her chair forward.

The boy at the front table didn't look back, nodded his head to indicate that he understood, and after a while, he re-kneaded the paper ball and threw it directly to Liang Sheng.

However, probably misestimating the force, the paper ball crossed an arc in the air, and finally landed on Ming Yuyan's table.

At this time, the history teacher just looked up and glanced at the audience, and happened to see this scene.

"That classmate, you get up and answer my question." He immediately put down the textbook and pointed the finger at Ming Yuyan.

The boy paused and stood up slowly.

"We just mentioned that the Second Opium War was a war of aggression against China jointly launched by Britain and France, what kind of decision did the Qing government make at that time?"

"One word, withdraw." The boy replied without thinking.

For a moment, there was a sullen laugh in the classroom.

"Laughing at what? What's so funny? The history teacher was so angry that he knocked on the podium with a board, and while signaling for silence below, he asked angrily, "Withdraw?" How to withdraw? Where to retreat? You don't listen well in class, and you still pass notes under my nose, I ask you, do you take me seriously? ”

"I didn't pass the note." Ming Yuyan spread his hands innocently.

"And quibble, where did that mess on your desk come from? You, and you, don't want to listen to the lecture and go to the back and stand! ”

Hearing this, the boy pursed his lips, didn't explain, and turned around and walked towards the blackboard newspaper straightforwardly, but when he passed Liang Sheng, he glanced at him coldly.

Liang Sheng drooped his head, and his heart was weak and embarrassed at him, with his hands folded, as if he was repentant and begging for forgiveness, his mouth was still open and closed, and his voice was so small that ants couldn't hear it, "Brother Ming...... I was wrong......"

And the boy sitting in front of Buyanxi also touched his nose and stood up thinking he was unlucky.

"Look at what! Who else wants to accompany them to the penalty station? The history teacher blew his beard and glared at the tumultuous classroom, and gave a majestic shout.

At this time, the students who were curious and looked back one after another.

And Bu Yanxi put up the textbook, buried her head slightly, and glanced back a little uncontrollably.

He leaned on the wall next to the blackboard, his head leaned casually, his gaze at the ceiling seemed to be very focused, but it was as if he hadn't seen anything, perhaps because the weather was too hot, his white and beautiful face was slightly flushed, his forehead hung down obediently between his ears, and the bright and beautiful side face lines were particularly intoxicating at this angle, and the good-looking red lips were gently pursed, revealing two shallow dimples.

He...... Do you like that Lu Jingqing?

Remembering the gossip she had said before at the same table, she pursed her lips slightly and turned her head awkwardly.