The military training journey ended in such a grand way!
Since both Cheng Qianzi and Qiao Mengtian were under the age of eighteen, what happened during this wild survival training was only a serious warning.
After all, there were no casualties, and there was no certification or physical evidence.
The most they can do is lie, and there is no other way to convict them.
Bei Xiaoshi was very dissatisfied with this ruling, but since the school suppressed the matter, there was nothing she could do!
Luo Qingchen said it didn't matter, after all, it really couldn't accuse them of any crime.
However, some of the rumors in Huaimeng No. 1 have undergone great changes.
"Have you heard? Mr. Gu's deskmate is Mr. Ye's childhood sweetheart!"
"Really or not, how did you hear that? Isn't Ye Jinzhi's CP Qiao Mengtian?"
"Who knows, don't these CPs come from Qiao Mengtian? Ye Xiaocao has never admitted anything!"
"Then that means Cheng Qianzi is also a fake!"
“Haha—it’s possible, it’s possible!”
…
At this moment, the two gossiping girls didn't know that the so-called topical figure was standing not far behind them.
Cheng Qianzi clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and murmured: "Luo Qingchen—"
the other side-
"yawn-"
!
Who is scolding her
Luo Qingchen sniffed subconsciously, and then touched her ears habitually.
The next second the person next to her handed her a note.
Because it was a make-up lesson after school, the English teacher was already in a very anxious mood. While writing on the blackboard, he did not forget to explain: "Some students think they are making small moves while I am writing. Don't think I can't see it!"
When I was young, I always thought that I could quietly do other small things while the teacher was turning the blackboard.
But I don’t know why, but I always get discovered.
Just because one day you really stand on the podium and look at the classmates below. Only then did he sigh in realization, it turned out that everything was really clear at a glance.
Luo Qingchen's hand shook and the note almost fell to the ground.
Opening the note, it was Gu Qingnuo's beautiful handwriting -
(Are you still recovering from your cold?—Gu Qingnuo)
Luo Qingchen shook her head gently and put the note into the drawer.
"I think you've all reviewed, right? You've got full marks on the first month of school, right?" The English teacher threw the test paper in his hand to the students in the first row and said, "Tonight's homework, two The test papers are all very introductory questions and won’t take you much time.”
"Hey -" there was a wailing sound.
On the high school campus, every teacher feels that they do not assign much homework, but they never think that when all the last nights are added up, they will be able to do it at twelve o'clock every night.
Then the next day, I woke up at six o'clock and walked into the campus with big dark circles under my eyes.
As soon as I sat down, I saw cold medicine and breakfast in the drawer.
"Good morning -" Gu Qingnuo next to her looked at the cold spirit in her eyes and smiled cheerfully at her, "You will feel better soon after taking the medicine."
"Thank you." Luo Qingchen nodded lightly, picked up the breakfast and took two bites, with an imperceptible smile on her lips.
Because this kind of breakfast proved what she was thinking.
Sometimes, what you see and hear on the surface may not be true.
Maybe now you have been looking at someone in front of you, constantly following his footsteps, thinking that all the beauty around you is related to him.
But if you stop, you will find that the person looking at you is always behind you.
Silently using the most distant gaze, I have a deep love for you. (To be continued)