I sing in the back after I have nothing to do. I still remember yesterday, that summer, the moment the breeze blew, Zhang Yanni followed her and seemed to blow everything up, leaving only loneliness and willingness to settle down.

Then we laughed, making Ding Yilin and Sun Wentong in front of us blush.

The head teacher was so funny. He sat together and was embarrassed to speak. If he went in and out, neither of them would have any voices, and it would be fun to watch. The two of them didn't call each other's names, and they were collectively called Hey.

Ding Yilin was a man, and he turned around and said angrily: "Brother, can you stop singing? I beg you."

"Yes, haha." I thought to myself that I can do nothing, why don't I sing for a day?

"Just not sing, don't be anxious about me." Ding Yilin really made me popular.

"Okay, okay, I won't sing." I was so happy.

Zhang Yanni kept stinging me: "Stop singing, it's so frustrating to sing."

I whispered, "What can I do if I'm anxious? Can he still fuck me?"

"You are so bad, but I like it haha." Zhang Yanni, the top three students in her studies, has a few points better than Qin Ziqing's academic performance. The little girl looks like a quieter one, but when she gets fuss and becomes crazy, she is definitely not inferior to Chi Xiaoya.

Of course, this girl is much quieter than Chi Xiaoya, at least she won’t speak up and scold people, which is quite fun.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"I'm a damn!" Ding Yilin ran away and turned around and slapped me. Fortunately, I avoided it cautiously.

"Ah hahaha." This made Zhang Yanni funny, she leaned forward and turned backward, and she was so happy.

"Zhang Yanni!!" The teacher on the stage was dissatisfied and shouted at her and asked, "What are you happy about?"

"No." She wanted to be happy but didn't dare to be happy, so she lowered her head and bit her lip, glanced at me from time to time, and gave it to me after the joy.

This is the first time Zhang Yanni was punished by the teacher in class. The culprit was your brother Yang. It would be embarrassing to let the teacher stand as a good student of this level. If I hadn't said I would invite her to have something delicious in the end, she would never have forgiven me.

As a girl, I am favored. Is it because I am wrong? The responsibility has to be attributed to me.

Zhang Yanni is also my master, and I am her apprentice. I can’t remember what exactly happened because of this. So far, I have to have not seen her for at least fifteen years. I can’t remember many things. Anyway, since I adjusted my seat, she has become my master and I have become her apprentice. At that time, many people wanted to join our organization, but she refused. Her only criterion for taking apprentices was that she had to be able to brag and be happy for her.

During evening self-study, I took out a bag of Weilong from my schoolbag and handed it to her, and asked, "Can you eat?"

Zhang Yanni looked up and glanced at the Chinese teacher: "Can it work?"

I stood up and opened the window: "I'm afraid of anything, just eat it, I'll take care of it if something happens."

"Give me my apprentice back, so kick me."

"Mumok."

We piled up the books, lowered our heads and ate them down. After a while, the class began to get restless. What's the smell?

So they looked at us one after another, and I waved my hands at them with a mouth full of oil and let them disperse: "Look at it, let's go up."

The Chinese teacher who kept bowing his head to judge his homework also smelled this unusual smell. She swept around the class and then landed it accurately on me. We looked at her and then I laughed at her.

"Come here!" The Chinese teacher hooked at me and ordered.

I stuffed Wei Long back into the table, wiped my mouth and walked forward: "What are you doing, teacher."

The Chinese teacher pinched your nose: "You don't know why you are doing so much?"

"Hehe, I was wrong." I smiled and scratched my head and quickly admitted my mistake.

The Chinese teacher was not polite, so he grabbed my big neck and pinched me. I kept jumping around on it, making all the classmates in the class laugh.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's so violent. I'm a little flower of my motherland, be gentle."

"Not to be an example."

"I understand." I rubbed my big neck and grinned back in pain, and Zhang Yanni was just laughing secretly.

"Does the apprentice hurt?"

"It hurts so I'll see if purple is purple?"

She stumbled on my big neck and looked at me, and rubbed me: "Nothing big is going to happen."

In the following time, she said she had no intention of playing Goji with me. I was very curious: "Don't you learn?"

"What are you learning after you finish writing?"

Well, what do I say about this? When I was with Qin Ziqing and I, I seemed to see her studying all the time, but when I was with Zhang Yanni, she was either playing with me or chatting with the front. From time to time, I had to read a novel from the drawer. What is the name of an angel that loves you for me? In short, I rarely see her studying, but she is better than Qin Ziqing. You said that smart things are not born with this thing.

"Come on."

She took the chessboard she drew on the notebook into the middle, she drew the circle, and I drew the fork and started fighting fiercely.

Inadvertently, I thought my master was pretty, for just a moment.

"Don't just look at me, it's your turn." Zhang Yanni pulled me back from her thoughts, and let us get through it while playing with her evening self-study.

Zhang Yanni said: "Do you go to the supermarket?"

I shook my head: "If you don't go, go to the bathroom to smoke, what's wrong?"

She smiled slightly: "I think you can bring me a bottle of water back to the supermarket, no need."

Then she patted Ding Yilin in front of her: "Mr. Lin, please buy me a bottle of drinks."

"Are you begging me at this time? Are you still singing the summer blown by the wind with that turtle boy in Yaoyang?"

"I won't sing anymore, hehe."

"What are you drinking?"

"activation."

When I saw that there was a show, I hurriedly shouted, "Brother Lin, help me bring a bottle of Coke back."

"No matter!" Ding Yilin left proudly, damn it? No matter me, okay, the next evening self-study session is still a music solo by Brother Yang, a 60-minute summer blown by the wind, a single loop!!

Ding Yilin really didn't buy me a drink, so Brother Yang did what he said. After that, he regretted it, so he almost knelt down and promised to buy it tomorrow! Brother Yang let her go.

Two hours of night passed in a flash. When we came to school, we were packing our schoolbags. I borrowed Zhang Yanni's English notes and prepared to go home and work hard. After breaking up with Qin Ziqing, no one cares about English anymore, but I didn't want to lose my studies. Not loving to study is one thing, and having to study is another thing.
Chapter completed!