"Tell me, what's going on?"

In the office, Li Wen still had a cold face, but her tone softened a lot.

"Mr. Li, that bag of potato chips is not my ......"

The first time she was called to the office by the teacher to lecture, Bu Yanxi only felt panicked on her face, and her hands were cramped behind her back.

"Whose is that?"

She "uh" for a moment, and quietly glanced at the boy next to her.

At this time, if you tell the truth, will the teacher feel that there is really something between them?

Li Wen saw her small movements in her eyes, and said earnestly, "Bu Yanxi, you are a smart child, you should know what to do at what time is right, you are now students, and the first task of students is to study, not some troubled things." ”

"But I was just handing out my math homework." Bu Yanxi felt very aggrieved.

"Teacher, did you misunderstand?" Ming Yuyan couldn't help but open her mouth, "I'm nothing to do with her." ”

The head teacher looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter with your poem?" ”

"Teacher, that's not a poem, it's a passage from Lolita written by Vladimir Nabokov."

Hearing the boy's helpless explanation, Bu Yanxi paused slightly, and glanced at him in surprise.

He has also read this novel?

"I just happened to talk to Liang Sheng about this book." He said to himself, thought about it, and added, "It has nothing to do with Bu Yanxi." ”

"Really?" Li Wen smiled faintly, "The teacher knows that you are all children with good family backgrounds, and you don't care about any exams, but sometimes you should pay attention to your words and deeds, men and women should not be too close, and next time, I will invite your parents." ”

The head teacher lectured them for a while before putting them back.

Walking out of the office, the boy suddenly stopped her.

"Buyanxi."

She turned her head.

"Your 'love poem'."

He handed her the paper he had folded in a hurry.

Love poems?

Bu Yanxi said angrily, "You can throw it yourself." ”

She didn't want anything he had touched!

"Okay."

The boy shrugged his shoulders and gestured to crumple the paper in his hand.

At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Lu Jingqing coming out of the bathroom not far away.

- The eldest young master of our class likes the class flowers of the third class.

- Lu Jingqing is good-looking and good at studying, who doesn't like this kind of girl?

- I don't like it, she's a good friend of Song Qingshan.

Suddenly, my thoughts turned a thousand times, but only for a moment.

"Hey, wait." Bu Yanxi subconsciously called him, "You still give it to me." ”

Noticing the girl walking over, she deliberately spread out her hand and smiled shallowly at the boy in front of her.

A faint light sprinkled on her face, slightly warm.

Ming Yuyan pursed her lips and put the slightly wrinkled paper in her hand.

"Thank you."

She thanked her politely, and when she caught a glimpse of Lu Jingqing walking away, she quickly turned around and entered the classroom, looking unwilling to stay longer.

"Brother Ming."

Liang Sheng, who had been probing his brain at the back door, saw the girl return to her seat, so he walked out, but he glanced at her back with some doubt, and asked the boy, "Are you okay?" ”

Ming Yuyan didn't answer, but turned his head sideways and asked, "Liang Sheng, did you say yesterday that Lu Jingqing and Jiang Youlan had a holiday?" ”