Monday morning class, the second grade (10) class is loud, accompanied by the morning breeze and the sun, it is not too bad.
But it does not mean that all students are like this. In the inner corner, Qian Mai listened to the English radio, and the old god was leaning on the back of his chair and closing his eyes to rest. Nan Weiwei was very jealous for her leisurely ease, pursed her dry lips, drank her saliva, and couldn't help reaching out to harass her tablemate.
The earplugs were suddenly unplugged, Latent Wheat slowly opened his eyes, and some lack of sleep indifferently. Seeing the purpose is Nan Weiwei with a successful smile on her face, and then lazily asked: "Why don't you read early? It's going to take the midterm exam."
Nan Wei flattened her mouth slightly: "You are embarrassed to say me. After all, I read half a class, but you didn't say a word in the morning."
"I didn't sleep well last night, and I don't want to read it now." Qianmai said truely. When she returned to school yesterday afternoon, she went to the interest group activity center to paint and didn't return to her bedroom until the access time.
Seeing the tablemate closing her eyes and putting earplugs in her ears, Nan Weiwei rushed to stop her: "Don't worry, don't worry, I have something to ask you."
"what's up?"
"Hey," Nan Weiwei smiled mysteriously: "I was fine yesterday, so I stayed at home and watched TV. I turned to Huayang local station to watch the special replay. Guess who I saw?"
Seeing that my deskmates ignored me and seemed uninterested, I had to sing the clarinet alone: "Tsk tusk tusk, I didn’t expect you to cry so pitifully, pear blossoms bring rain in spring..."
Hearing that, Qianmai put down her earplugs and hurriedly rushed to cover her mouth, her eyes staring fiercely: "Don't say any more, and I will tell your dad all your'good things'."
Frightened by her lust, Nan Weiwei had to nod her head. But as soon as Qian Mai's hand released, she muttered dissatisfiedly: "What kind of delicate and graceful young woman? Obviously a strong old Jianghu. It is completely two people."
This time, Qianmai didn’t cover it again, instead he leaned in suspiciously and asked: "Can you really see the cry?" Obviously only a few tears were shed. Why is it so undead that I was photographed? The sharpness of this camera is inevitable. It's too high.
"Yeah. A close-up." Nan Weiwei nodded, shaking her shoulders and smiled: "My dad also saw it. He also said that Mai will not worry about getting married in the future. As long as we cry, we can attract someone. Blockbuster boys..."
ORZ, Qianmai is sadly reminded. Didn't the embarrassment of tearing own Peng Chen's eyes? It seemed that the most secret thing in the heart was naked and placed in broad daylight for people to watch. Latent wheat was hot all over, and it felt very awkward. Fortunately, he didn't have much friendship with Peng Chen, and there was not much overlap. Both of them were silent when they left the craft square that day. When I arrived at Huayang University, the school bus had stopped there early, and then I boarded the bus and returned to the school to act separately. The welcoming back to the knowledge contest seems to be just an intersection. Once the intersection is over, everyone will move on their own tracks. As the mid-term exam approached, everyone was very busy. I heard from Liu Feipeng that F3 has been participating in a model aeronautical competition training recently, except for the class. Although they are in front and back seats, they rarely meet each other, let alone talk. This made Qian Mai a deep breath.
Nan Weiwei was still there with her innocent eyes and asked her tablemate: "Is the scene really so touching?"
Qian Mai lightly replied to her: "The first time I was interviewed, I was flashed by the camera." Princess, how can you realize that I met the same kind and I had a close relationship.
"Isn't it? Not that kind of old-fashioned camera?" Nan Weiwei was still whispering quietly from the side.
In order to plug her mouth in time, Qianmai quickly took out a beautiful small paper bag from the drawer, handed it over and said: "Hey, the wild tea before tomorrow this year, honor your dad."
Sure enough, Nan Weiwei was distracted. He picked up the paper bag and weighed the weight, leaned in to smell it, and said with a smile: "If you don't send it, I will ask for it. My dad has been talking about it several times. Ever since I ate your tea, Longjing and Maojian He said it was tasteless."
Qian Mai smiled lightly and tugged his chin up: "That's your dad who knows the goods."
Nan Weiwei couldn't help rolling her eyes: "As soon as you said that you were fat, you panted."
"What are you talking about?" A fluffy head suddenly jumped from behind, shocking Nan and Qian who were whispering.
Nan Weiwei patted her undecided heart, and said dissatisfiedly: "Liu Feipeng, you still don't care about your hair. You think that a long-haired orangutan has emerged in the classroom."
Liu Feipeng chuckled a few times: "Isn't that, people want to be art. What are you talking about? It's been a long time since I'm talking about it?"
Nan Weiwei gently shook the paper bag in her hand: "I'm talking about Mai's tea."
"Really? Let me eat and see." Liu Feipeng couldn't hide his ears, grabbed the paper bag in Nan Weiwei's hand, grabbed a handful of wild tea, and chewed it in his mouth without knowing it.
Seeing Nan and Qian were dumbfounded, and sighed again and again: "The cow chews the peony, the cow chews the peony."
Sure enough, cows are still more accustomed to eating grass. Within two minutes of his death, Liu Feipeng wrinkled a bitter melon face, and his probe spouted a mouthful of residue out of the window, causing Peng and Qian by the window to dodge in a hurry, shouting at the same time: "It's disgusting."
Liu Feipeng frequently cried out: "It's not my fault, but your tea is too bitter, it's really too bitter and too bitter."
Peng Chen was so close that he couldn't hide, and was sprayed on. The snow-white sweatshirt was stained with tea powder, and he was gently wiping with his head.
Qianmai laughed, "Liu Feipeng, you are very talented as an actor. But you can act more realistically. Listen, I will teach you.... The first step: hold your heart."
"Yes." Liu Feipeng immediately made a heart-warming gesture.
"Step 2: Beat the chest."
"It's an order." Liu Feipeng beat his chest, and ridiculed himself by the way: "Does it look like a dancing frog?"
"Step 3: Call the slogan. Very simple six words" Qianmai said, breaking his fingers: "'I-of-fate-good-bitter-ah!'"
Liu Feipeng was stunned when he heard it, but he immediately realized that he continued his frog limb movement, not forgetting the cried and tangled voice of rural women: "God, my life is so bitter~~ even wheat Bully me~~~"
The funny gestures made Nan, and the two of them covered their mouths and laughed sullenly. Peng Chen next to him listened, as if thinking of something, flushed immediately, lowered his head and searched for a while, picked up the mineral water and poured it into his mouth violently.
After laughing enough, Nan Weiwei was about to take back the bag. Unexpectedly, Peng Chen stretched out his hand, gently squeezed a bud of dry tea with two fingers, put it in his mouth, and whispered gently. All the movements are as smooth as the clouds and flowing water, and elegant as if they have been trained. In particular, those white and slender hands turned slightly pink under the shining of the sun. Seeing Potential Wheat, I couldn't help but feel jealous. Damn, God is really eccentric. If you have a good thing, you will keep stuffing the son and princess, even the beautiful hands are not leaked to the poor.
After a long while, Peng Chen slightly opened his lips and said, "Good tea. It is firm and firm, with a mellow taste."
Hearing Liu Feipeng looked suspicious: "Could it be from two trees?" Then, there was a way to pinch the entrance of the bud. After chewing for a long time, he finally shook his head and said strangely, "It's still the same."
Seeing Nan and Qian were sighing, and sure enough, the bull is still a bull when it comes to Beijing.