Since receiving Ruan Huihui's "Pink Potato", Qianmai has no good mood.
Now she was staring at the motionless letter lying in the drawer, secretly distressed. Seeing that this letter is light and fluttering, it is less than a gram of weight, but now in her eyes it is simply overwhelming.
If it were for the carefree Shen Zhou, Qian Mai felt it easy to handle. I took the letter and said jokingly: "Congratulations, there is another admirer. For the sake of writing so hard, please give me back a few words." Maybe, "Talking" Shen Zhou Xingzhi came up. , And write several lines eloquently.
Even Zhu Shoubin, who is very unfamiliar, Qianmai still has three points of certainty: "Thank you, please count, as 1/500 of junior high school girls, you are not biased. Write a letter to you, 1/1200 boys of junior high school. What's the probability?" Then he asked in a victory pursuit: "Such a rare ape dung, isn't it worth leaving a few words to commemorate it?"
Of course, if the target was Liu Feipeng, that would be great. I don't dare to say that I can be sure, but if he doesn't follow it, Qian Mai will definitely dare to try the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty on him, and then unceremoniously grabbed his thumb and forced his handprints.
But for Mao, it is Peng Chen for Mao
In this way, it is not how difficult Peng Chen is to get along with. On the contrary, he has always been gentle and polite, and advancing and retreating properly. Because of this, the words came to my lips several times, and Latent Wheat swallowed again. Sure enough, his conscience is still greatly lost. Sure enough, it would be easier to fight or kill to use or wicked people to toss.
Regardless of the two sitting close together, they are actually not familiar with each other. I don’t have the same life background, no common hobbies, and I haven’t accumulated any friendship in half a semester. Especially after returning from the Huayang exam, the two seemed to have not spoken directly. Latent Wheat does not deny, he somewhat deliberately avoids it. Who can naturally laugh in front of a boy who has repeatedly encountered his embarrassment? At the very least, his skill is far from enough. So when Ruan Huihui jumped out the word "Peng Chen", she hoped that the person was Shen Zhou. Even if he would take the opportunity to ridicule a few words, it is certain that the scene will never be the same as when facing Peng Chen. awkward.
Latent Wheat really regretted taking over this "pink potato". In half a day, the wasted brain cells were several times more than what she spent on schoolwork. Unfortunately, this world has no regrets about buying medicine. Therefore, the things that should be done still have to be done honestly. With the old action, closing his eyes and biting his teeth, he turned around abruptly and spread the thick English homework book on Peng Chen's table. Undoubtedly, I directly used an imperative sentence: "Teach me a question!"
Is it finally going to be shot? Peng Chen raised his eyebrows almost invisibly, looking at Qianmai who spoke sharply on the opposite side of the desk, but his eyes flickered slightly, his eyes were as clear as a deep pool, but he didn't speak but seemed to be smiling.
The little white rabbit in front must have thought that he was very successful in covering up.
As everyone knows, as early as the first class in the afternoon, she was alert when she leaned over, picked up a pen and took the first glance. Then, when sorting out textbooks, answering questions, borrowing an eraser from Liu Feipeng, etc., the glances that glanced at me, deliberately or unintentionally, confirmed my conjectures one by one.
After the first English class was over, Gu Yawei asked herself to go to the office to get the self-test papers, and the moment she walked out of the classroom door and looked back, she really caught the unbiased sight of her.
So, after the second get out of class, he immediately called Shen Zhou, Zhu Shoubin and Liu Feipeng to play basketball on the playground downstairs. When I looked back at the door again, it was no accident that there was a trace of sadness in the misty eyes of the little white rabbit. In ten minutes between classes, he was in a good mood, drove the ball to the basket, and smashed several shots in a row.
The third period was a self-study class. I thought she would attack immediately if she took the opportunity. I didn't expect her concentration to be so good, staring at her drawer for 13 minutes and 8 seconds in deep thought. Moments before turning around, he clearly saw her holding a pink envelope in the English homework. Is this for yourself? Although after entering junior high school, I never accept letters from girls anymore. But if it was given by this cunning little white rabbit, I could barely accept it, but I could accept her and appreciate her writing skills.
Therefore, Peng Chen did not give in. He rolled his right hand into a tube and put it to his mouth, and feintly coughed, and asked faintly: "Which question?"
Qianmai followed his finger with a slightly difficult question: "That's it.'make up','make from' and'make up of' all have the meaning of'make'. Can they be replaced with each other?"
Peng Chen leaned over to see that he had chosen to fill in the blanks, and he had done it right. Sure enough, the drunkard's intention is not to drink. But since the little white rabbit hadn't made any move yet, he was too happy to break it, but he was really curious about what she was going to do this time.
Although Peng Chen's thoughts are continuous, he did not delay his efforts: "Although these words have similar meanings, there are still subtle differences, so you can't replace them at will. If you use make from to describe the action of'making' , The raw materials are usually not seen in the finished products. Such as glass, paper, etc... ”
Sure enough, the restless people started to move. She took out a piece of white paper and quickly wrote words on it. Peng Chen didn't feel anxious when he saw it, but Gu Zi spoke in a hurry, waiting for the trick to pick up the little white rabbit.
Soon, the white paper with the written words was pushed in front of Peng Chen: "Someone asked me to send you a letter, you sign for it."
Peng Chen glanced at the white paper, his clear eyes slowly dimmed. Suddenly, there was no joking mood, and I picked up a pen to write a few words on it: "How do you want to fix me this time?"
But he was not vigilant, the teeth of the little white rabbit in the front seat were sharp. Although she knew when she was in tears on the streets of Huayang, the sharp teeth were the fake tiger appearance that the rabbit didn't want to let people see her true face. But the telephone poles in Huayang and the toilets in No.1 Middle School are too "unforgettable".
In the same way, she casually said a book in Huayang last time, which made Shen Zhou drag him and Zhu Shoubin to go through the bookstores, libraries, and reference rooms in Jintian County, but didn’t even find Mao. With. At that time, I suspected that this was nothing but a futility, but there was no evidence for it.
After the mid-term exam, the class KTV party, when Shen Zhou asked her about the book, he watched steadily. The corner of her mouth was squeezed and her eyes blinked. Before she could say anything, she immediately understood like a mirror in her heart, and she was taken a lot of mistakes one after another. Therefore, for the "Local History" she said, he didn't believe it even though he was beaten to death. Shen Zhou disapproved, and Xing hurried to the library and picked up the "Local Records" from nine counties in Huayang. After turning over more than 20 thick, solid and uninteresting books, the answers to the questions were all, but in those few days Shen Zhou's eyes have also completely turned into panda eyes. Although they saw Shen Zhou deflated, he and Zhu Shoubin couldn't help laughing. But this white rabbit has a lot of history, but he has to be vigilant.
With regard to Peng Chen's conditioned reflexes, there were black lines all over the latent wheat. Wrongly, how can I punish them? Didn't they all hit them on their own? For a while, he couldn't find a rebuttal. The offense could not be the offense, the defense could not be the defense, and he was immediately stuck there in embarrassment.
The two men confronted each other in turbulent silence, which soon aroused the attention of Liu Feipeng next to them.
When Peng Chen saw this, he continued with the analysis of the topic just now: "...The use of make of is the opposite, such as: tables, chairs, etc. If it is made of, the finished product is usually made of a mixture of many materials..."
Hearing Peng Chen's topic continued to sound, Qianmai finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the proud son of heaven is the proud son of heaven. The eyes in the previous moment were clearly smiling, and the next moment he was so cold that people almost became ice. Sure enough, I didn't provoke me, and I was bumping up headlessly this time, and my mind was really twisted by the door. But now that he continues to talk about the topic, he must have deliberately set a cover for himself. Except for the first time Peng Chen said that the leak caused the class girls to ridicule him in isolation, the last two embarrassments made by himself did not leak any noise at all. So far, from the bottom of my heart, I have a good evaluation of Peng Chen's character.
Therefore, Qianmai got up the courage, pushed the pink envelope from the English homework, grabbed the white paper and quickly wrote a few words: "I'm sorry, only this time. You sign for it."
Peng Chen erected the textbook, reached out and weighed the envelope, and grabbed the white paper and wrote a line: "An exchange of conditions." Of course, his mouth was still slowly talking about the subject: "... Sometimes , Its usage is also equivalent to compose or consist..."
Seeing this situation, Qian Mai was stunned. Master! So many actions are carried out at the same time, and the real heart and mouth are used together! If it weren't for experiencing it personally, chances are that Er would have been deceived just like Liu Feipeng next to him.
For Peng Chen's request for "a conditional exchange", Qianmai only wanted a quick fight and nodded in response. Anyway, under Huayang's telegraph pole, he still owes himself a condition. When the time comes, the two phases are even, and he is not at a loss.
Finally, Peng Chen's topic analysis is finished. At the same time, the receipt was written and pushed over. An energetic and powerful regular script: "Study hard. If there is a second letter, hand it in directly to the class teacher." Below is the signature and time.
Holding this note that I had to work hard, and finally got it, Latent Wheat wanted to cry without tears, and a dry cry in my heart: "Ruan Huihui, don't say you know me anymore." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please log in www.qidian.com, more chapters, support authors, support genuine reading!)