With a "creak", the back door of the second and second classes of junior high school was opened, and Jiang Xiuqi slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

It is now the last class of the afternoon, and the Chinese teacher of the second and second classes of junior high school is in class-Tao Yeming, a bad old man in his fifties, his eyes and ears are not good, and the content of the class is too "profound" for Jiang Xiuqi to listen to. Not only Jiang Xiuqi, but most of the people in the class couldn't listen to it, sleeping and sleeping, and engaging in small movements.

Jiang Xiuqi's return to work was not small, and many people turned around, including He Jian.

"How? Is Zhang Fei embarrassed you? ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense? It came up to my leg three times, and it still hurts hotly. ”

Jiang Xiuqi stretched out his leg towards the table and gave He Jian a look.

"Ouch hey! Hit so hard, you have such a thick skin, all of them hurt you? ”

"How do you speak!"

Jiang Xiuqi picked up the pencil case without hesitation and threw it at He Jian, who was diagonally in front of him.

After Jiang Xiuqi took out the language book, he glanced at the "big guy" at the table in front of him, and the "big guy" was really listening attentively to the bad old man's lecture.

Jiang Xiuqi thought about it, took out a crumpled piece of scratch paper from the hole in the table, wrote Braille and threw it to He Jian.

He Jian unfolded it and looked at it, and Jiang Xiuqi wrote on it, [Is it really provided by the class committee?] ]

He Jian immediately went back.

[Isn't that it!] Have you forgotten that Zhang Fei asked the class committee to stay in physical education class yesterday? Even the group leader didn't have to run. Blame you and Wang Xiaohua for being too high-profile! It's just been a short time since school started, and almost the whole grade knows about it, so it's time to take a break, right? ]

Jiang Xiuqi didn't reply to He Jian again, but stared at the front table for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and tore up the chat record with He Jian, wrote another sentence on the paper, rubbed it, and threw it on the table at the front table.

For a person like Jiang Manman, she will not know most of the situation in the hole where the note is thrown on the table, and even if she knows, she will never take it out and read it before class, only if she throws it on the table, she will sell your face and open it to see.

Sure enough.

The paper ball stayed on Jiang Manman's desktop for a while, and when Jiang Manman took notes, he was picked up.

Jiang Xiuqi bent his hands on the table, his back straightened, leaned forward, and looked at Jiang Manman, in fact, he couldn't see Jiang Manman's expression at all, he could only see the movements of her hands.

Since it is the whole class committee, Jiang Manman, as the class leader, must also be asked to write a letter, and the person in the whole school who knows the progress of his relationship with Wang Yuyan is Jiang Manman, who happened to quarrel with her a few days ago, maybe she took this opportunity to take revenge on herself.

In fact, Jiang Xiuqi was not sure if Jiang Manman would read it before Jiang Manman picked up the note, after all, the two of them had not communicated at all since they quarreled, and they threw it on the table to see it, this was before the quarrel.

Jiang Xiuqi didn't write long, but asked Jiang Manman if he had written about him and Wang Yuyan to Zhang Fei.

Jiang Xiuqi was speculating about Jiang Manman's answer in her heart, she wrote what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to do if she didn't write, but Jiang Manman picked it up, just unfolded it and looked at it, and after reading it, she kneaded it and threw it into the black table hole.

Jiang Xiu slammed the table with both hands in unison, and there was a "pop" sound, and the whole class except Jiang Manman at the front table looked over, and Tao Yeming pushed his glasses.

"Is there anything wrong with this classmate?"

There was a burst of laughter in the class.