Song Yaoyao, who ran into the teaching building in one breath, slowed down, holding her heavy schoolbag, and suddenly smiled.
He muttered in a low tone that no one else could hear, "Then it depends on your performance..."
"Brother, are you a thief? What are you talking about here? Tell me?"
"who?!"
Song Yaoyao's little heart almost stopped beating in fright, she turned her head suddenly, and met a pair of smiling eyes.
The boy put his hands in his pockets and smiled at her casually.
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and raised her hand.
"Say it first, don't slap your face!"
Who would have thought that Shen Xun immediately took two steps back and squinted his eyes to warn.
Song Yaoyao put her hands on her hair, straightened her hair that was messed up by Song Wenchuan, and muttered speechlessly, "Student Shen, are you awake?"
Doesn't her hand hurt? Why hit him
Do all of these people have persecution delusions? Shen Xun is one, and Huo Ningxi is another.
She walked towards the classroom with her schoolbag in her arms, and Shen Xun followed behind her step by step, with a band-aid on her face, which was funny and funny.
But he acted as if nothing had happened, and he didn't even care about the scrutiny of others.
"Don't follow me." Song Yaoyao bulged her cheeks.
"It's agreed that you win and I'll be your follower, why don't you count your words?" Shen Xun complained.
Song Yaoyao: "..."
This man is probably sick!
She walked into the classroom with a sullen head, but Tang Xinrou hadn't arrived yet.
When the self-study starts early, the teacher will not stare at this point, it all depends on self-consciousness.
And self-awareness doesn't exist in Class 3 at all.
Song Yaoyao took out the red game console from her schoolbag and turned it on, lying on the table to play airplane wars.
The highest score was still scored by Mr. Huo, which made Song Yaoyao hold his breath, always thinking about breaking the record.
"Student Song, I didn't expect you to play games in class?" Shen Xun lay on the table giggling, as if he had discovered a new continent.
Song Yaoyao ignored him and concentrated on playing games.
Shen Xun took out his latest handheld game console and played a couple of times, but found it boring. Hearing the sound of the broken game console in Song Yaoyao's hand at the front desk, his heart was itchy.
Enduring it but not being able to, he poked her on the back.
"Student, can you play for me?"
Han Jun rolled his eyes suddenly, thinking to himself, brother Xun, is he bewitched? It's getting more and more wrong.
"No."
As expected, she was ruthlessly rejected by Song Yaoyao.
"Hey, don't be so heartless~"
Song Yaoyao shook her hand, and the plane hit the wall.
A string of English popped out.
fail!
With a sullen face, she turned around quietly, "Shen Xun, do you want to die?"
"Well-"
Shen Xun lay on the table, drooping his eyes.
"I don't really want to die, but I don't really want to live either."
"Snapped-"
Han Jun's eyelids twitched as he watched the book that was stuck on Brother Xun's face slide down a little bit.
I'm done thinking.
Song Yaoyao challenged Brother Xun's patience again and again. I'm afraid his patience will bottom out now, right? I'm going to start a fire-
"Wow classmate, you are so irritable!"
Han Jun: "..."
Shen Xun rubbed his face, "Call me your game console once, okay?"
Song Yaoyao: "???"
"I can give you money, one hundred and one rounds."
Song Yaoyao slapped the game console in front of him with a sweet smile.
"make a deal."
Han Jun couldn't bear to look directly at Shen Xun, who took out a handful of tickets and stuffed them to Song Yaoyao, and took the game console happily, with a question mark on his face.
Is the latest game console not fun, or is the money too hot