The drip has been hung up, and Fu Monian is ready to return to the classroom.

It was nap time, and every floor was quiet, and he slowed down the aisle, carefully pushing open the classroom door and returning to his seat.

In the morning, after the history exam, and the devastation of 'Spicy Plum', plus the math and English test results also came out, many people were exhausted and snored from sleep.

Only a handful of people are still reviewing during naps.

Yu Huanxi took a moment, subconsciously looked sideways at Fu Monian, raised his hand and pulled a post-it note, quickly wrote a line of words on it, and then pinched it into a ball and threw it on his desk.

"I'm sorry, I'll never give you soy milk again."

Fu Monian smoothed the crumpled post-it note and wrote two words on it.

Yu Huanxi looked back and found that he was holding a post-it note with both hands, two big words - it's okay, one stroke is more chic and handsome, and it is really like a person.

Two years ago, he was the most special one among the scumbags, because every word he wrote was so pleasing to the eye that every time the teacher corrected his homework, he would seriously doubt that he had someone write it for him?

As a result, the fact is: Fu Monian is indeed a scumbag, but he has written a good word for a scholar.

Just because of his writing, Fu Monian was asked by teachers of various subjects to talk to the office, hoping that he could change his ways and study hard.

After all, he still has a lot of potential to be a top student.

When I saw him again two years later, he had really become a top student, and if the junior high school teacher knew, he would definitely be very pleased.

"Am I good-looking? The eyeballs are motionless. ”

I don't know when, the post-it note in Fu Monian's hand has more of these words.

Yu Huanxi hurriedly came back to his senses, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he hurriedly continued to brush the questions.

At this time, another paper ball was thrown on Fu Monian's desk, and he opened it and looked: I'm afraid that others don't know that you two are ambiguous, right? [With a fierce expression]

Fu Monian raised his eyes indifferently and stared at Zhao Peng, and said with his mouth: I think you want the whole class to know that you like He Yu.

Maybe it was because he was always thinking of that person in his heart, Zhao Peng read his lips at once, the temperature of his whole face was rising, and he wanted to rush over and cover Fu Monian's mouth.

The corners of Fu Monian's lips are slightly curved: tacitly.

Zhao Peng smacked his lips, and although he rolled his eyes at the air unhappily, he still nodded.

…… When the nap is over, the surroundings start to be noisy......

Song Chengyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Are you better?" Why don't you rest more in the infirmary? ”

Fu Monian rubbed his slightly aching head and straightened up from the desk, "It's much better." ”

At a glance, a bottle of blueberry-flavored yogurt lay on the desk.

"You will be less reckless in the future, and don't touch things you don't like, so as not to make yourself uncomfortable." Song Chengyu yawned.

Fu Mo Nian is the most bizarre of all the people he knows, he can't drink soy milk, he regards soy milk as a natural enemy, but if Yu Huan is happy to give it to Fu Mo Nian, Fu Mo Nian will definitely swallow it.

I have to say that the power brought by my sweetheart is still very strong.

"This is what I bought before and didn't drink, I'll give it to you, it should be more comfortable to drink what you like." Song Chengyu slapped on top of the blueberry-flavored yogurt.

Fu Mo Nian's eyes froze, and his expression was indifferent, "If you don't want to drink it, take it back." ”

Song Chengyu suddenly chuckled, "You didn't think Yu Huanxi secretly put it on your table just now, right?" Don't think about it, I put it, only I will be so kind to you. ”

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