There are only eleven or twelve classes in one grade of Zhenxi Junior High School, and the second class is on the third floor, Jiang Xiuqi walked to the back door, the bell just rang, and saw Zhang Fei standing on the edge of the podium with his hands behind his back, so he immediately put away his smile and sped up his pace to sit in his position in the last row.

It is said that the ironclad people who sat in the last two rows of the classroom when they were students must be scumbags, this sentence is too right, the last two rows of the second and second classes of junior high school are like this, except for Jiang Manman and her tablemate Ding Xiaojing, everyone else's grades are miserable.

Speaking of which, Jiang Manman can sit in the happy area of the back two rows of the classroom, or the sticky Jiang Xiuqi's "light", when he was in the junior high school entrance examination, Jiang Xiuqi took the third in the class, and almost didn't faint Yu Juan, so Lin Wanxiu proposed to let her school's daughter sit with Jiang Xiuqi to drive the drive.

Jiang Xiuqi has been one of the best in the class since he was a child, Zhang Fei had to wronged Jiang Manman, and arranged the two of them in the penultimate one, two, and two rows, and it has been more than a year since he was in a flash, otherwise with Jiang Manman's size, how could he sit here?

Today Wednesday, the Chinese morning reading class, but Tao Yeming is old after all, and his waist hurts badly, and he couldn't come to see the morning reading today, as the head teacher Zhang Fei, this task naturally fell on his head.

The situation of early reading is like this in Zhang Fei's words - he walked from the front to the back, the sound in his ears became smaller and smaller, and the back rows were like a plague, each looking like he had no strength, and he didn't know what he was reading when he held his voice in his mouth.

Jiang Xiuqi is an outstanding contributor to the achievements of the back row, and so is his tablemate Wu Zhijie.

But today Jiang Xiuqi is different, maybe because he is in a good mood, when he reads the text, he reads a word that is called a correct tone, Wu Zhijie glanced at him strangely, lowered his head and continued to doze off.

Jiang Xiuqi was in a light mood, reading the text was getting up, Jiang Manman at the front table actually threw a paper ball to himself, but Jiang Xiuqi died strangely, Jiang Xiuqi unfolded it, and a line of words was written on it.

[Bring your review.] ]

Jiang Xiuqi saw Zhang Fei chatting with other teachers in the corridor, and directly reached out and knocked on Jiang Manman's shoulder.

"So happy?! I thought you were going to torture me until the afternoon. ”

Jiang Manman tilted his head slightly and said.

"Do you want to sign it? Don't sign pull down. Zhang Fei wants to ask you in advance, don't cry with me. ”

"Yes, of course!"

Jiang Xiuqi hurriedly took out the review book from the schoolbag on the ground and handed it over, and after a few seconds, Jiang Manman handed over the signed review book, [Yu Juan] The two words are quite beautiful, exactly the same as what his mother wrote, I guess I pulled my mother to see it, and his mother felt that he wrote it himself.

"Hey, hey. Thanks! ”

Jiang Xiuqi put the things back in his schoolbag and suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, yes, there's not this for you."

Jiang Xiuqi took out a carton of pure milk from his schoolbag and handed it over.

"Didn't you know I don't drink plain milk?"

Jiang Manman didn't stretch out his hand to take it, just listening to it from his voice, he could hear that he was full of dislike.

Anyway, the words were signed, Jiang Xiuqi was not afraid, and said without hesitation.

"Give you a tall one. Look at your little man, it's a shame to sit in front of me. ”

Due to the situation, Jiang Manman couldn't clean up Jiang Xiuqi immediately, and pulled Jiang Xiuqi, who was about to lie down to sleep, as soon as he got out of class.

Jiang Manman and Jiang Xiuqi stood facing each other, Jiang Manman straightened his back, and measured his hand from the top of his head.

Jiang Xiuqi wore a short-sleeved shirt today, and Jiang Xiuqi's full size was just as big as Jiang Xiuqi's second button.

"Haha! That wasn't the case last time! ”

Jiang was full of angry teeth, and sat back in his seat with hatred.

"You're also long, don't count!"

"It's nothing, it's not counted, how do you look at you, you're short!"

Jiang Xiu Qile's sleepiness was gone.