The first session is an English lesson.

As soon as the English teacher stood on the podium, he shouted two words "self-study", and then asked the class representative to collect the test papers sent out yesterday and correct them on the spot.

Sang Ji couldn't hand it over, so he had to panic: "I lost my test paper." ”

"It's not that it's lost, it's that you can't lose it!" Wang Chen, who was sitting in the front, heard the conversation between Sang Ji and the class representative, and coaxed loudly.

People who were familiar with Wang Chen knew that the two didn't deal with each other, and they also quarreled, and the class was instantly noisy, all sneering at Sang Ji.

The English teacher who had just sat down quickly stood up, slapped his face on the podium with a frown, and made a heavy sound, "Quiet! ”

She glared at Wang Chen, who was taking the lead, "You need to take care of other people's affairs?" ”

English teachers are notoriously hot, and they are particularly disgusted by the unfriendly atmosphere between classmates.

Wang Chen didn't dare to say anything, and the classmates around him also shrank.

The English teacher took out a blank test paper from the book, walked down and put it on Sang Ji's desk, "This class is about to be written." ”

Then he took the papers collected by the representative of the English class and walked back to the podium and began to correct them.

Li Jiaen could only look worriedly, and wanted to ask about Sang Ji's condition, but he opened his lips and remembered that the hot face and cold ass before didn't ask, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

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In the afternoon, after school, Sang Ji received a message from Xu Jiamu, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

He said, "Is school out?"

After Sang Ji put the books he wanted to bring back into his school bag, he clicked on the text message and flexibly typed in the input box with his fingers: put it.

Just a minute after the message was sent, a call rang on the mobile phone, and the remarks of Brother Jiamu were beating on the screen.

Sang Ji crossed the answer button and called obediently: "Brother Jiamu." ”

"Well, come out, I'm at the gate of your school." His gentle voice came from the receiver of the phone.

Sang Ji's brows moved, and he asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?" ”

Although he was puzzled, he immediately put on his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

He chuckled, "Pick you up." ”

“……”

Sang Ji didn't pursue the answer anymore, hung up the phone and went downstairs with the flow of people, anyway, he would know when he met next.

Walking to the first floor, Fang Hanlei stuck up, "Sang Ji, let's go to dinner together, okay?" ”

Sang Ji let her follow her: "Next time, I have an appointment tonight." ”

"Okay, then we'll make a date next time." Fang Hanlei didn't pester Sang Ji, and said goodbye when she left the school.

Sang Ji stood in place and turned around before finding Xu Jiamu's location.

He leaned against Hao Station on the side of the road, attracting a large circle of female classmates to stop and become nymphomaniac, and there were those who dared to run up to ask for WeChat, and Xu Jiamu did not refuse.

Sang Ji helped his forehead, lowered his head and squeezed a path to Xu Jiamu's side, was watched by so many people, and he didn't care whether he was calling or not, so he directly pulled the car door and sat in the car.

Seeing this, Xu Jiamu smiled even more, and sat in the co-pilot and teased: "I don't know what to call someone? ”

“……”

Sang Ji pouted and glanced at him, pulled down the seat belt buckle, and said bluntly: "If you continue like this, you will be single for the rest of your life." ”

Xu Jiamu inserted the car key into the front of the car, and didn't care, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "Isn't it okay to have you?" ”

Sang Ji was shocked, "Don't make me single too." ”

Xu Jiamu hooked his lips: "Xiao Sangji wants to fall in love?" ”

His soft voice fell on Sang Ji's heart, and he inexplicably thought of Xu Jiamu, and his face was dyed crimson.

Nervously avoiding his gaze, he turned his head to look out the window: "No." ”