Qin Ziqing imitated my dad's notes several times, and then began to try to imitate the signature. The sun shone on her side face, and her long eyelashes looked particularly charming, so I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Here, Zhang Yaoyang is fine, hey, why don't you talk?" Qin Ziqing put the signed paper back into my arms and shook it in front of my eyes with her hands. Then I came to my senses.

"Uh, okay, thank you, how can I repay you?" He stuffed the paper into his bag randomly, and walked side by side with her and walked towards the class with a smile.

"There's one thing really."

"Say, as long as I can do it, go up to the mountain of swords, go down to the sea of ​​fire, and jump into the oil pan, anything is fine." He patted his chest and said exaggeratedly.

"Well, are you good at fighting?"

"Ha, is it amazing? Please remove the last three words, it's amazing." His thumb shaved his nose, stepped on the stairs, and said in Bruce Lee's tone: "I am the leader in kindergarten!"

"Is Chen Hui of our class powerful?" Chen Hui is a sports student. He is half a head taller than us at the age of the first year of junior high school. He runs very fast. I don't know if he is powerful in fighting, but he knows a lot of people, and there is a vague sense of the leader of our class who is driving his feet.

Usually I don’t mess with him, and he doesn’t mess with me, so we have no interaction.

"Hit with one hand."

Qin Ziqing smiled inexplicably.

"What if you don't believe it?"

"I believe it." Qin Ziqing stopped, put away her smile, and said to me seriously: "My aunt has a younger brother who is always bullied. She will rob a whole pencil case. You can help me scare those children. Just scare them, don't hit them."

Looking at Qin Ziqing looking at me condescendingly, I was depressed. How did girls develop so early? Qin Ziqing had to be half a head taller than me. Made, I was really depressed: "How many classes are you from? How old are you?"

"Class 3, fourth grade."

Fourth grade...I'll do it.

Is it too disgrace to bully a fourth-grade child? I decided to let Zhong Buchuan do this.

"Okay, we'll run away from the last class after Saturday."

"Ah? Skip classes." Qin Ziqing obviously hesitated. Skip classes seemed too far away for a good girl like her.

"We are the same as when we get off school. We don't skip classes. When we pass, everyone will be exposed." I was speechless.

"Can you go by yourself? I'll wait for your good news. Hehe." Qin Ziqing smiled embarrassedly.

Damn, then what else can I say?

In our class, the seats I sit according to the study rankings, and there are often changes. If you have good learning, sit in the front and learn in the middle. If you are learning, sit in the middle. If you are like Zhong Buchuan, you will naturally sit in the back. Logically speaking, I should have sit in the front, but I am too slow in English, so I sit in the back.

I have been very resistant to English since I was a child, and it depends on my father. He said that if you don’t learn English well, you will be able to clean your plates and sweep the floor in the future when you go abroad.

I was not convinced and told him that after several years, I would not say a word of sorry and would still be able to live well.

Classes are always boring. This class is a political class. I think the ten major policies of the Party Central Committee have nothing to do with me. The things are rote things, so I didn't care much. I held a compass in my hand and engraved the three big words Qin Ziqing on the first academy of the table. Then I was happy to see these three big words.

"Hehehe, what's the matter?" Zhong Buchuan curiously put his face over. I quickly covered it with my hands, and then pressed it with a thick pile of books.

My actions made him even more curious. I slapped me and didn't show it to him. Instead, I quickly changed the topic and said, "I'll be with me in the last class on Saturday."

"Just, play basketball?"

"No, I'll go to elementary school and I can't handle it myself. I have to do this kind of thing, Brother Zhong."

"Don't call me Brother Zhong, I have a shadow in my heart. Usually, if the clock doesn't send me, it's definitely not a good thing to call me Brother Zhong." I remember the last time I called him Brother Zhong, it was two months ago, and I asked him to wipe the blackboard with me for a week.

"Brother Zhong, this time it must be a good thing."

"Then can you tell me Zhong Buchuan to say this again?"

I:"……"

This man is just a slut. I usually call him Zhong Buchuan, but this guy is just trying to fight with me. Now I call him Brother Zhong, and I'm not happy anymore. It's really, oh.

Forget it, I won’t tell him anymore. When the get out of class was over, I glanced at Qin Ziqing’s back, thought for a while, and walked over with the table. As for me, what I hope most in my life is to sit behind Qin Ziqing, fiddle with her hair every day, and I feel that it’s very fast.

I don't want to sit next to her. If the two of them are too close, they will feel bored, too far away, and too unfamiliar. This feeling of being close and sometimes far away is the best.

So, I came behind her and said to Tang Wen, abbreviated as Stinky Steam, also known as Stinky Steam.

"Smell, go to my place." I shook my head with a domineering look and pointed behind.

He was unhappy to go, and said in a rushing tone: "I'm myopia, I can't go."

I frowned and I clenched my ears: "I didn't hear clearly, what did you say."

That means I'm going to fuck him. My dad kicked me this time last night and was worried that there was no place to be angry.

"What do you mean?" The smelly fart stood up and rubbed.

"Zhang Yaoyang, don't cause trouble, go back quickly." Seeing that I took a step forward and was about to take action, Qin Ziqing immediately stood up and retreated. It was strange that a girl could actually stop me.

When I was young, boys liked to pretend to be a pussy, and I was no exception. I pointed at Tang Wen and said, "Smell, you're waiting for school."

"I'm afraid of you." I didn't shake me. I sat back in my seat and was obviously very angry. Students like him like to brag about a slut and make girls smile, especially when they always flirt with Qin Ziqing. I would have been disliked by him for a long time. If it weren't for his poor family conditions, I would have kicked him long ago.

I returned to my seat angrily, and Zhong Buchuan grinned and said, "I'm not angry anymore. We'll just slap him after school."

"Okay." At this time, Xiaoba Wen turned his head and looked at me. I raised a middle finger at him. He didn't say anything. Instead, he ran to Chen Hui and didn't know what he was saying. Chen Hui also looked at me, but I didn't implement him. Didn't Qin Ziqing ask who was cruel to us? I have to let my goddess know who was cruel to us.

Being competitive is a style that young people always have. Although I don’t like fighting, sometimes this fight must be fought. Later, after entering society, I thought about it carefully and it seemed that every time I fought in campus, I was pretty terrible.

The moment the school bell rang, I picked up the thick English book like the clock, and then smashed it hard with my head that smelled so bad.
Chapter completed!