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Novel: The cold school grass actually sent milk to the transfer students, and as soon as the news came out, the whole school was shocked

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Novel: The cold school grass actually sent milk to the transfer students, and as soon as the news came out, the whole school was shocked

"Kid, are you afraid of me?"

The cold and pleasant voice deliberately slowed down the beat to speak, sounding a little careless, inexplicably a little more intriguing.

Nguyen Nam Wan's eyelashes trembled like crow feathers.

Scared of him?

Although this is a fact, it certainly cannot be said, is this not to increase his arrogance!

Reading this, Ruan Nanwan plucked up his courage and glared at Bo Yiyan fiercely in the eyes.

Bo Yiyan was stunned.

Ruan Nanwan saw his reaction and smiled triumphantly, it seemed that he had successfully shocked him!

She took advantage of the fact that he did not react, and pulled his leg out with all his strength to suckle and run.

Bo Yiyan looked at the figure running slowly on his legs not far away and touched his chin and wondered, why did she just throw a flattering eye at herself?

Bo Yiyan walked out of the grove and stepped on something under his feet.

It seems to be a new tablemate... medicine?

The plastic bag had been stained with a lot of dirt, and the paper box was half flattened—half of what they had inadvertently stepped on when he pulled her to escape.

He leaned over and picked it up and saw the words on it.

Omer frustrated.

When Ruan Nan returned to the classroom in the evening, most of the students in the class returned, and many students had already opened the learning materials to write and draw, and the learning atmosphere could be described as strong.

"Eh, late at night, the class teacher just came to find you, and you are not there." She told you to go to her office and get your uniform. ”

Just in case, the school will order dozens of sets of each size every time it orders a uniform, so Ruan Nan does not have to go to the logistics department to report at night, and directly to the class teacher to collect it.

When Ruan Nan entered the office late, she found that Bo Yiyan was also there, and she went in nervously.

The class teacher was making a long and bitter remark about him: "... Why didn't you turn in your English homework this time... Or do you want to listen to the lessons..."

The class teacher saw that some classmates had come in, and specially lowered the volume, so Ruan Nanwan could only hear these words.

Sleeping in class, climbing over walls, and not turning in homework.

What a person who doesn't like to learn, Ruan Nanwan was stunned.

"Classmate Ruan is here?" The class teacher softened her tone to him a little, and handed him the new blue and white school uniform that had been prepared long ago.

Don't forget to care about whether a few new students are suitable for the new environment, whether they can keep up with the teacher's learning progress and so on.

"Whoops." Bo Yiyan, who was standing aside, let out a laugh of unclear significance: "What's not to keep up with, the textbook hasn't arrived yet, isn't the teacher casually talking about it today?" ”

The class teacher's motherly smile suddenly stopped, "Bo Yiyan, you get me out——! ”

Bo Yi couldn't ask for anything and walked away from the good.

Ruan Nanwan and Bo Yiyan returned to the classroom almost side by side.

Zhou Jinxing pulled on the window and opened his mind: "You see them coming out of the office, and this look is like early love being arrested." ”

Song Susu glanced at him: "Can you put your mind on studying?" How is it possible to fall in love with the school grass in the evening? ”

Before the words could be heard, they, including the whole class, saw the school grass hand a bag to the transfer students.

Nguyen Nam took it in the evening, and in the bag was the box of stomach medicine that had been squashed, and a box of milk with hot air.

She looked up at Bo Yiyan doubtfully, who looked away somewhat unnaturally.

"Hot."

The curiosity of the surrounding classmates was hooked.

"Why does Bo Yiyan buy milk for transfer students?" Still hot!!! ”

"Sleeper, it won't be love, right?" When did Bo Yiyan ever become so considerate? ”

"How is it possible that they have only seen each other in half a day?"

Stomach problems drink hot milk is good.

Bo Yiyan inexplicably thought of this when he was buying water at the commissary, and then looked at the pill box in his hand that he had squashed.

"Another carton of milk, can you heat it up for me?"

The commissary aunt had a "little boy is still warm" expression and threw the milk carton into the boiling hot water.

"Thank you." Nguyen Nam muttered in the evening.

The school bully's table is so warm? It seems that I have misunderstood him a little.

In the afternoon, I took a nap and just got up, and the class teacher came to wake them up - this kind of thing, if you don't fully wake up, you have to doze off in the afternoon, and the study tasks of the second year of high school are also heavy, and it is certainly not okay to spend an afternoon groggy.

So their intimate homeroom teacher thought of a way, every time he came over and personally woke them up, oh no, got up the table, and played a hi-up song with her Bluetooth speaker.

Ruan Nanwan was buzzed by the loud rap in the stereo, and instantly woke up.

Most of the boys were called down to move their books, so the girls and the few emaciated boys who stayed in the classroom were the girls.

Zhou Jinxing's one-meter-eight tall stunned was an excuse that he was weak and forced to stay in the classroom to make up for homework, only to see that he was writing like a god, brushing and writing quickly.

"Oh my God, why am I suffering from my homework here?" After filling in the multiple choice questions two or three times and turning to the answers to the short answer questions, he saw a big "omitted" word.

"It's nice to transfer schools, you don't have to turn in your homework." He glanced enviously at Ruan Nanwan, who was chatting with Song Susu.

Ruan Nanwan was well aware of his character as a living treasure, so he said solemnly: "It is still too late for you to transfer to the attached middle school now." ”

Zhou Jinxing was speechless and choked, and he could only bury his head and continue to write a book, Song Susu laughed loudly.

Soon the books were moved up, hills were piled up at the podium, and the girls very consciously got up and began to distribute new books.

When she reached another corner, the girl was wearing glasses with thick glasses at the bottom of a beer bottle, with thick bangs that almost covered half of her eyes.

She saw that the girl was intently endorsing the book, and did not bother, but just put the book on the table.

The thick books and desktops made a small noise, and the girl with thick bangs looked up at her like a bird of fright.

The latter thought he had scared her, and quickly smiled at her: "I'm sorry." ”

The girl with thick bangs did not speak and quickly moved her eyes away.

Nguyen Nam Wan, only when she was introverted and did not like to talk, sent a book and left.

Afterwards, she asked Song Susu the girl's name.

"She, it seems to be called Wang Xiaojuan, transferred from the first semester of high school, does not like to talk, sits in her seat all day and reads, her grades are very good, and she is in the top fifteen in our class!"

The second (1st) class of high school is an experimental class, and the top fifteen in the class must be in the top one hundred.

Ruan Nan came to be interested in the evening, and found the area where the class posted the report card, which also had a broken report card on it, which was a monthly examination in the first year of high school.

At the top of the class was the learning committee, a thin, weak, highly myopic boy.

Ruan Nanwan looked down and saw the name of the fierce tablemate in the last column of the results, this report card was torn up, and it was cut off from behind Bo Yiyan's three words.

You can vaguely see that the score at the same table starts with 3.

Nguyen Nam Wan: Her table mates are certainly not ordinary people.

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