No one listened to him, everyone cheered and dragged the tables, chairs and benches downstairs, but rushed out of the classroom and came to a sudden brake.

The corridor has been blocked, and Class 8 is at the end, and at a glance, the black pressure can't see the edge,

Tang Qiao stood at the door for a while with a schoolbag like a hill on his back, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, put the schoolbag on the table in front of him, and sat on his chair.

Wu Boyu carried the table, his wrist sank coldly, and he hurriedly stabilized, "I'll go, Ah Qiao, do you have stones in this bag?" ”

Yang Zhigang used both hands together and carried the other end of the table, "You are too empty,"

Wu Boyu snorted coldly, turned his head and ignored him,

Yang Zhigang was already a violent temper, and the fire came up at once, and he put down the table with a "poof", "Wu Boyu, don't go too far, didn't you just help you wear the number bib, are you so careful?" I've already taken the initiative to help you move the table, what else are you going to do?! ”

Wu Boyu also put down the table suddenly, "Am I because of the number bib?!" His face turned red with anger, "You don't care at all about the sports meeting in the class, you don't help you with what you are asked to do, you just care about studying your math problems, you are too selfish, you have no sense of collective responsibility at all, I don't want to be at the same table with you at all!" ”

He was so excited that his eyes were already red when the words fell, and he stared at Yang Zhigang without speaking.

Yang Zhigang was stunned, he had never seen the little fat man who had always had no heart, no lungs, no skin and no face show this expression, he was silent for a long time, let go of his hand, turned around and left from the crowd,

Wu Bo turned his head angrily and slapped it on the table, shaking Tang Qiao's big schoolbag and moving.

Tang Qiao came back to her senses, reached out and pressed her schoolbag, and glanced at Yu Yingying, the two of them did not dare to speak tacitly.

Zhou Moruo went upstairs and saw the people in Class 8 leaning crookedly on the chairs, playing with their mobile phones and chattering, she walked over, "You guys are really leisurely, do you want to carry a bed for you to lie down?" ”

Everyone was stunned, "Squad leader, where did you come from?" ”

Zhou Moruo shook the key in his hand, "I opened the door of the safe passage, everyone lined up and secretly went down from here,"

Everyone immediately gave a thumbs up, "The squad leader is awesome!" ”

So a group of people quietly walked down the stairs on the other side, Wu Boyu and another boy walked at the end with a table, their faces were cold, and they walked straight past Zhou Moruo, not even their usual bright smile, very indifferent,

Zhou Moruo felt that something was wrong, she leaned over to Tang Qiao's side, "What's wrong with Chubby?" ”

Tang Qiao was carrying a schoolbag, and his waist couldn't stand up, "I quarreled with his relatives at the same table,"

Zhou Moruo frowned and glanced at her, reached out and lifted her schoolbag up, "It's so heavy, what are you carrying here?" ”

Tang Qiao took off the schoolbag belt neatly, "It's all the snacks I brought to Brother Jin, don't thank you if you take it,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at her, and walked to the front with the bag.

Yu Yingying sighed, "The squad leader has such a good temper, he is so good to you,"

Tang Qiao directly filtered out the first half of the sentence, "That's, don't look at whose friend it is,"

A group of people sneaked downstairs smoothly and ran to the playground with chairs, but the playground was still empty.

Zhou Moruo asked people to line up chairs and put a sign in front, "Chinese Class 8,"

When the other classes came to the playground out of breath, they saw the people of Class 8 sitting there eating melon seeds and chatting, so uncomfortable.

The people of Class 7 sat down next to Class 8, and the last row was full of thorn teams from two classes.

The thorn in the world is a family, Cao Jialiang was sleeping with his schoolbag on his pillow, and the gray boy of the first grandmother of the seventh class patted him, "Brother Liang, why did your class come down so quickly?" ”