Chapter 119 Don't make it difficult for me

Hit the opponent's face with a fist.

Time after time.

Until the opponent reacted and pushed him away effortlessly.

Countless fists and feet fell on him, An Feiran curled up, his whole body hurt.

He looked through the gap in the crowd, and the beautiful and graceful girl gave him a benevolent look.

Then he persuaded An Feiran in a voice that made An Feiran cold to his bones: "You are almost done. Fighting is forbidden in the first class. Don't you make me difficult to do well?"

Half coquettish, half grotesque tone.

Oh.

She is the monitor.

Suddenly, An Fei said, don't make it difficult for her.

How ironic?

*

"Hey, Brother Xun, have you heard of it?"

"roll--"

Shen Xun lay on the table to make up for sleep, with a hoarse voice and a grumpy temper.

Han Jun was accustomed to it, he said excitedly: "A few boys in the first class are fighting, oh, don't they have always been proud of Liyang, are they three good students? Tsk tusk, they still fight?"

He was eloquent and excited.

Song Yao was lying on the table and writing papers, Tang Xinrou scratched her cheeks beside her, and was stumped by a question for half an hour.

No one cares about him at all, and he doesn't mind.

"Looking at it this way, I think our third class is more harmonious."

Han Jun rubbed his chin and sighed.

Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes and couldn't listen anymore, "Aren't they making trouble? Are they afraid to be fine?"

The plague **** behind him has come to class on time every day since a few days ago.

With him sitting in town, who would dare to quarrel him for rest, is it impatient to live?

Oh, except for the more powerful host beside her.

"Ah..." Han Jun thought about it carefully, "Yes."

Tang Xinrou shook her head, fearing that this person would be hopeless.

"Hey, I said, aren't you curious about what they are fighting for?" Han Jun scratched his head, his expression puzzled.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help turning back, and asked curiously, "Student Han Jun, is the paper too simple?"

That's why he can have time to talk gossip in the process of doing the questions.

"Juner——"

Shen Xun rubbed half of his numb face vigorously, patted Han Jun's face with a smile, his voice dripping softly, "Do you know what you look like now?"

"Huh? What is it like?"

Shen Xun sneered, and squeezed out three words from his thin lips, "Long Tongue Woman——"

"Wow Brother Xun, you are too much. I just want to share my simple happiness with you, don't you feel happy?"

Tang Xinrou: "Sorry, no."

Shen Xun: "Heh."

Song Yaoya felt that this was not good enough to save face. She turned her head while holding the pen, and gave him an extremely perfunctory smile.

"It's so funny."

Han Jun's goose bumps all fell, and he was speechless: "Forget it, you still don't laugh."

Too fake.

"Snapped--"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a slap on the back of the head.

"Oh! Brother Xun! Why are you hitting me?"

Shen Xun smiled, "How did you talk to my big brother?"

Han Jun's face was in close contact with the desktop, and his lips pouted: "..."

Today is also a day I don’t want to live.

*

Wang Zhongyun is in a good mood recently because he found that the overall learning environment of the three classes is different.

When class is now in class, everyone is quietly listening to the class, and there is no more whispering and loud noises.

This made him very pleased.

"Okay, get out of class is over."

He looked at the children in the classroom lovingly, "Next Monday is the midterm exam. I hope we can all cheer and try to get rid of the last place."

There are two more chapters, waiting for me to write! My liver hurts...

(End of this chapter)