In mid-October, the autumn season has begun, but the city is still scorching with the sun showing no signs of cooling down.

The second grade (seventh) class on the fourth floor of the high school of Jiaoyang Middle School.

Chen Jialiang stood on the podium, with his back to his classmates holding Chinese preparation materials on the blackboard, his gray T-shirt soaked with sweat.

In the steamer-like classroom, only four large green ceiling fans hung from the ceiling, babbling sound.

The students below looked drowsy, but they all tried hard to hold up their eyelids, holding pens in their hands and constantly copying the analysis of classical Chinese in the textbook.

Only Sang Ji, who was sitting by the window in the fourth row on the right-hand side, dozed off with his head propped up.

"This classical Chinese is a key compulsory question, and you have memorized it for me." Chen Jialiang, who put down the chalk, knocked on the blackboard.

When the classmates are all immersed in taking notes, Sang Ji's shaky head is particularly obvious.

Noticing her desertion, Chen Jialiang frowned slightly, and the voice of the lecture increased, "The gentleman said: You can't learn." Green, taken from blue, and green from blue; Ice, water for it, and cold for water. ”

Sitting in the back row of Kushiki, the classmate who was holding the pen suddenly looked up at the blackboard, trying to keep his eyes open and forcing himself to listen carefully.

The sleeping girl didn't seem to hear it, and her crumbling head fell directly on the table, making a soft noise in a quiet atmosphere.

This unintentional move made Chen Jialiang's brows furrow deeper, but it did not interrupt the class, "The gentleman said that learning cannot be stopped......"

But after the translation of the classical Chinese was finished, and Sang Ji had not yet woken up, Chen Jialiang was suddenly full of anger, as if he had endured her for a long time, and slapped the textbook heavily on the wooden podium.

The edge of the thick textbook collided with the table with a loud sound, which shook the students in the class to wake up instantly, and then looked at Sanji in unison.

This week is the second time that Mr. Chen has lost his temper.

The girl was still sleeping on her desk, completely unaware that Chen Jialiang's anger was burning at her.

"Sangi!"

Teacher Xiao Chen roared angrily, and the classmates sitting at Sang Ji's back table cooperated and poked her back with a pen.

Sang Ji, who was named, looked up sleepily, looked at Chen Jialiang for two seconds, brushed away the hair that stuck to his face because of the heat, and stood up consciously.

swept away his sleepy face and stared at Chen Jialiang with big bright eyes. She has a beautiful face, a straight waist, and a gentle temperament, and looks both well-behaved and obedient.

"What did I just say?"

Sang Ji looked at the title written on the top of the blackboard, and his expression was calm: "Persuasion." ”

Chen Jialiang, who had been repeatedly provoked, couldn't hold back his temper, and continued to ask in an aggravated tone: "What is the persuasion about?" ”

Sang Ji was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the blackboard when Chen Jialiang thought she didn't know, "Didn't you write it all?" ”

Looking at her harmless face, Chen Jialiang had a feeling of hitting his fist on the cotton, "Do you think I called you up to say this?" ”

Sangi: "That's?" ”

Chen Jialiang: "......"

Sang Ji thought for a few seconds, "Are you asking me to read it?" ”

Chen Jialiang: "? ”

"I see." Sang Ji nodded knowingly and looked at the blackboard: "The gentleman said: You can't stop learning." Indigo is extracted from bluegrass, but its color is ...... than bluegrass"

Chen Jialiang couldn't bear it: "Did I let you read it?" ”