After Zhong Shengwan returned to the classroom of Class 3, he planned to leave after taking his schoolbag.

But the moment she picked up her schoolbag, she sat back again, this time she sat directly on Xu Jingzheng's table.

She knew that he had been doing math competition test papers recently, so she flipped through his textbook, pulled out several math competition test papers, and then picked up her pen.

Pei Zhengyan sat beside her and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"draw."

"But, he is going to hand over the competition paper to the teacher."

"What do you care about him? What does his business have to do with me? I just want to draw."

"Oh, then you draw."

......

Although there is no provision for evening self-study in ‘Nanhua’, there is a time for morning reading.

It is the morning reading time from 6:30 to 7:00 every day. You can go to have breakfast at the end of the morning reading. Prepare for the first class in the morning at 8:00.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Morning reading requires discipline. Every morning at 6:00, the head teachers of each class stand in the corridors of each class. Of course, there is nothing to say about those who come early, but if you are late, it will be miserable.

Xu Jingzheng's regular schedule, going to bed on time before 10 o'clock every night and awake at 5:30 o'clock in the morning.

He has never been late.

But today I was unexpectedly late.

Still late with Jiang Yiming.

The little old man held the stick in one hand and the other behind him, looked at Xu Jingzheng, then looked at Jiang Yiming, and finally raised his hand and tugged Jiang Yiming on the butt with the stick.

Jiang Yiming grinned in pain, "Why are you just hitting me or not?"

"Hmph, Xu Jingzheng has always performed well, but you are late for four days five days a week. Is it wrong for me to beat you?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Jiang Yiming immediately shut up and had nothing to say.

"I dare to be late next time," the old man lit Jiang Yiming with a stick, "I will ask you to clean the toilet."

Jiang Yiming panicked as soon as he heard this, "Teacher, I will definitely not be late again. Don't let me clean the toilet."

"Hmph, it depends on your performance."

After Jiang Yiming was trained, the old man let him into the classroom.

After he entered the classroom, the old man looked at Xu Jingzheng, "What does the message you gave me last night mean?"

“Not enough energy.”

"Don't have enough energy?" The old man looked at him with a suspicion, "Is it affecting your studies by giving Zhongsheng an evening lesson?"

"almost."

"You bastard," the old man looked at him with a depressed look on his face, "Why do you ask me to explain to the head teacher of Class 2 when you suddenly give up on me?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"casual."

The old man was so angry that he bared his teeth. He had no choice but to face a proud student like Xu Jingzheng.

What's more, this weekend is a math competition. In the old man's mind, math competition is always more important than learning later than the bell.

So, he did not force Xu Jingzheng anymore.

Just asked him, "Have you finished the test paper yesterday?"

"It's over."

"Show me."

Xu Jingzheng raised his foot into the classroom, and soon he walked out with the test paper.

The test paper was folded, and he handed it to the old man without even looking at it. The old man reached out to take it and didn't read it immediately. Instead, he said to him, "You go in, don't be late again in the future."

"good."

Xu Jingzheng turned around and entered the classroom, while the old man went to the office with the test paper.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The old man returned to the office and prepared the lesson first. After preparing the lesson, he opened Xu Jingzheng's test paper. As soon as he opened it, he was stunned for a moment.

The test paper was finished, but where did the above painting come from?

Painted by Xu Jingzheng?

impossible!

Although he doesn't respect him as a teacher very much, he will never be able to do such a naive thing on the test paper.

The little old man looked at the painting carefully, and the more he looked, the more he became more and more happy.

Not to mention, the drawing is quite vivid.

On the test paper, a little girl and a puppy were drawn. The puppy followed the little girl, with her eyes painted very vividly, like a puppy who made a mistake was waving his tail and begging for mercy, hoping to get the forgiveness and favor of his little master.

The little girl pouted, seemed very angry, and didn't want to pay attention to the puppy behind her.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

For fear that others wouldn't understand, there was a narrator next to me, "I will never want to see you again!"

The old man looked at the sentence and thought for a while, suddenly he seemed to figure out the meaning of the sentence and also understood who drew the painting.

He put away the test papers and left the office.

The morning reading was about to end, and he entered the classroom through the back door.

Xu Jingzheng's table was closest to the back door. He walked over, placed the test paper on his desk, and then sat down at the seat next to him.

Xu Jingzheng looked at him and was about to put away the test paper, but the old man stopped him, "Hey, don't be too busy putting it away, you can take a look first."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"There is no wrong question, but there must be something unexpected in it."

Xu Jingzheng looked at the little old man who smiled meaningfully, and then opened the test paper in his hand.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

As soon as the test paper was opened, he saw the painting.

With a flash of eyes, he put away the test paper.

The old man kept observing the expression on his face. Seeing that he was no longer cold and cold, there were other expressions on the face that was slightly paralyzed, and he couldn't help laughing, "Who drew it?"

Xu Jingzheng stuffed the test paper into the drawer, gritted his teeth and threw it to him three words, "I don't know."

"I really don't know?"

Xu Jingzheng didn't say anything.

The old man continued to ask with a smile, "It must not be your drawing. First, you will not ruin the test paper, and secondly, you will definitely not draw it."

Xu Jingzheng's face became even worse.

The little old man continued to anger him, "Did you mess with someone yesterday?"

Xu Jingzheng pursed the corners of his lips and still ignored him.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Oh, I guessed it," the old man looked excited, "Can it be a female classmate in the next class..."

At this time, the bell ringing for the end of morning reading rang, and Xu Jingzheng stood up from his seat without saying a word, raised his foot and left.

The little old man, “…”

This little bastard doesn’t have the slightest bit of respect for teachers and education?

When he was angry, he felt that the painting of the bell was beautiful!

......

From childhood to adulthood, the bells rarely cry at night.

Even if I cry, I won’t be sad because of my sadness. Maybe I’m hitting the sick and acting cute and coquettish.

Everyone in her family said that she was heartless and lived the way she wanted every day according to her own ideas.

The family also spoiled her. As long as she was happy and did not break the law, she would do whatever she could.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

After living for fifteen years, the world where the bell sounds late is only happiness and happiness, only laughter and no tears.

But yesterday, she was so angry that she was crying by a boy who had known him for less than a month.

At this moment, sitting in the classroom, Zhong Shengwan felt that he was in a mess?

Why would she cry?

She stayed for half an hour of morning reading.

Until the morning reading ended, she had not come back to her senses.

Ji Qiushui poked her with her arm, "What should I eat for breakfast?"

Zhong Shengwan came to his senses, looked up at her, and said depressedly, "Whatever."

As she said that, she gave Ji Qiushui the meal card, "Please bring me one if you eat, and I'll go to the dormitory first."

"good."
To be continued...