Can't do it, or don't want to
The two entered the classroom in silence, one in front of the other. Somewhere, the relationship is not as close as it used to be.
As soon as Song Yaoyao entered the classroom, she met a few pairs of eyes like light bulbs.
"Hurry up, hurry up, present!"
Tang Xinrou patted the table to urge her, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.
"you-"
Song Yaoyao's eyes wandered, sliding from Tang Xinrou's body to Han Jun's body, and finally to Shen Xun.
The boy's hair was messed up, his face was still bruised, and he raised his head sleepily.
bluntly—
Stare at her.
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes, "So you are looking forward to it so much? Well then..."
She walked to her seat and sat down, slowly opening her backpack.
"What is it? For eating? For playing? Could it be a game console?" Tang Xinrou poked her head and asked curiously. When she saw clearly what was in Song Yaoyao's schoolbag, her expression slowly froze. Stopped, "You..."
Too cruel! !
I saw Song Yaoyao took out a few of the latest version of the tutoring book from her schoolbag: 5-year college entrance examination and 3-year simulation.
Then he gave each of them two copies.
The little hand patted on the book, and said sweetly: "Look! I bought it specially this morning, it's the same style as mine~ After class is over, you can study the questions with me!"
There was a smile on her small face, she was full of vigor, and she didn't mean to force her at all.
Obviously, saying this is super serious.
"Boom—"
Shen Xun threw his head on the desk, pretending to be dead.
Tang Xinrou had a bitter face, "Yaoyao, can I refuse?"
"Why refuse? Come on! Do the quiz together! Only by doing the quiz will you not waste time."
Han Jun's eyes were dark, and he waved his hands again and again, "I'll forget it, I don't want the gift! It just so happens that I still have two copies here, so you can give them to Brother Xun and Tang Xinrou, one copy for each is fine!" He sincerely suggested.
As a scumbag, he just wants to eat and wait to die. Can he be a little follower
If he wants to work hard, it would be great for him to go to class one!
"Huh? What did you say?"
Shen Xun turned his head with a smile, he was still lying on the table, and reached out to touch Han Jun's dog's head, "Jun'er, can you say it again?"
The voice of the boy in the voice-changing period was slightly hoarse, full of sleepiness, and it sounded extremely gentle.
But Han Jun wanted to cry but had no tears, "Brother Xun, kill me!"
I don't even want to brush the questions to death!
"Why should I hit you? Come on, I'll give you these two books too, study hard and make progress every day."
Han Jun: "..."
He would rather die.
Song Yaoyao didn't understand, is it so difficult to study
She glanced at the half-written paper by herself, thought for a long time, and suddenly understood.
"Oh—so you don't know how to do it?"
Shen Xun drooped his eyelids, "Yes, we are all trash."
Tang Xinrou, who was forced to become a waste: "..."
All right, as long as you don't brush the questions, it's trash.
"It doesn't matter. For the sake of the 300,000 yuan, you should not go out after class except to go to the toilet. I will seriously tutor you in your studies."
The little girl had a pink face, patting her small breasts, and her eyes were shining.
There is enthusiasm all over the body.
Shen Xun: "I'm dead..."
Han Jun: "I'm dead too."
Tang Xinrou: "Then I—"
Song Yaoyao turned her head quietly, met Tang Xinrou's eyes, aggrieved, "Rourou..."
Seeing how she was about to cry and was about to cry, Tang Xinrou was overwhelmed and hugged her to comfort her.
"Okay, okay, learn, learn! Be good, baby, don't be sad~~"