Before Lu Xingci stood in the penalty ring, most of the people in Class 10 had seen it. There are times when Lu Xing's speech, who has never made mistakes, has been punished, and everyone finds it very fresh.
Just after Lu Xingci sat down, the boy in the front row turned around and asked, "Brother Lu, is it fun to run? I heard that Director Jiang will give you time. Does he think this is for the Olympics?"
"Hahahahaha, Director Jiang is so nasty?"
"Brother Lu is steady today." The boy who was fined for running together took over: "He broke the record, and Director Jiang was dumbfounded. Is this a level that a fined student can run?"
"That's so? The long-distance running for this year's sports meeting should be arranged." Chen Yue laughed. He suddenly saw the fruit tea on Lu Xing's resignation table, and got a little curiously closer: "What is this? Fruit tea? Don’t you like to drink these?"
Lu Xing said with a smile, "I like it today."
He didn't speak loudly, but he had been paying attention to Song Yi over there, but he could hear clearly. When Duan Jiayan opened the chair and sat down, Song Yi next to him seemed to have received the imperial decree, typing quickly with both hands.
At the next moment, a message from Song Yi came from the sky.
[Sisters send water and fruit tea in the future! The squad leader just said that he started to like to drink today! fruit! Tea! Up! ]
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Duan Jiayan murmured: "Narcissism."
He grew up so much, and it was the first time he met someone who liked his pheromone so much.
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