Chapter 34: Childhood sweethearts

With this impact, Nanyi's ribs almost broke.

"Qu, Bo, Yang!"

She broke his hand, looked at the big boy who was smiling like Erha, and frowned in disgust: "Why are you still like a stupid white sweet." ”

Qu Boyang is her smallest, and she is also the opposite sex she has the most contact with except for Mr. Nan Yaoye.

"Nannan~" The boy pulled her arm and shook it as if no one was around, and the basketball was still under the armpit of the other arm: "We haven't seen each other for a month." Are you okay here? Is learning still the penultimate one? ”

What the I-

Nanyi pulled out the basketball and smashed it into his arms accurately: "Shut up, you." ”

Then he strode in the direction of the teaching building.

In fact, she has always suspected that she was at the bottom of the exam because she had been with such a childhood sweetheart for too long.

"Nannan, I'll go to you after training." The boy held the ball and shouted at the girl's back.

shouted so that Zimao was terrified.

He, a pig teammate, is openly provoking Xu Ye.

It wasn't until the girl's back disappeared that Qu Boyang withdrew his gaze and stared at Ning Zhixu instead: "You are our Nannan's tablemate?" Then you need to take care of her a little more. ”

"Damn!"

The purple hair exploded: "Qu Boyang, that's Xu Ye." ”

Nan Nan Nan Nan, he is too difficult.

"Who is Master Xu?" Qu Erha's face was simple.

He didn't say anything, and when the young man who quietly watched the recognition of his relatives pass by him, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nannan's boss." ”

Qu Boyang was stupid.

South-South still needs a boss?

There are only people left in the third middle school, and Zimao has nothing to say when he looks at Qu Boyang's really simple appearance.

At the end, emphasized: "Don't mess with Ning Zhixu." Don't mess with the people around him. ”

No one can afford to mess with such a person.

*

When Ning Zhixu returned to the classroom, Nanyi was trying to listen to the class.

Mathematics is a subject that you can no longer understand if you bow your head and tie your shoelaces in class.

The third class is a key class, the students have a good foundation, and the teacher's teaching speed is naturally fast. Nanyi is half of the punctuation marks I can't understand, and my head is full of formulas.

She supported her cheek with one hand and poked Ning Zhixu's arm with a pen: "Boss, I don't understand." ”

Ning Zhixu took out the math book from the hole in the table, casually turned a page and turned the pen to play: "Then don't listen to it." ”

The man who choked on this was speechless.

The first grade said this to the penultimate grade first, except for scolding her for being a spicy chicken, Nan Yi couldn't think of any other explanation.

Biting the pen and trying to endure the sleepiness, Nanyi is so tired of pretending to be a baby.

The math teacher was holding a piece of chalk and talking with high spirits, and when he looked up, he saw the transfer student who never listened to the class looking at the blackboard with curiosity on his face.

Suddenly, the old man in his sixties smiled.

"The one in the last row."

Hmmm-

Attention salute as a class.

"Ning Zhixu's tablemate, Nan ...... Nan ...... "He couldn't remember the girl's name for a while.

Ning Zhixu sneered: "I know that your name is Nannan." ”

Nanyi wondered what he was connotating, but he didn't understand it, and his head was full of impatience to be dominated by the teacher.

"Nanyi." Someone reminded the teacher.

"Yes. Southern Italy. The math teacher ruthlessly called the name: "Come up and solve this problem." ”

It's too hard to get south of it.

This feeling is that as soon as the novice Xiaobai saw the car, the coach said to her: come! Take a lap.

Seeing parallel vectors all over the blackboard, she didn't recognize anything except the horizontal lines. Subconsciously set his eyes on the god of learning for help.

"Boss ......"

This is the highlight of the first time she has been on the podium since transferring to another school, and she doesn't want to bury her youth there.