"That's right, don't let me say it." Jiang Suidong muttered, aiming at his roommate Liang Zuo, "Brother Han today is very different from usual, isn't it, Xiao Zuo?"

Liang Zuo coughed and said nothing.

Brother Han is his parents, so he doesn't dare to make fun of the boss like Dongzi.

There are only three people in a tattoo shop, Han Luoqing is the boss, Jiang Suidong is the tattoo artist, Liang Zuo has no talent in this area, and usually helps out. Therefore, his status is indeed the lowest among the three.

Han Luoqing was inexplicably agitated by Jiang Suidong's teasing. Because his hands were busy, he could only call Liang Zuo, "Little Zuo, hand me a cigarette."

According to his rules, smoking is not allowed in the store, and even he can only hold a Hanhan in his mouth.

"Brother Han, did the little girl come last night? Little Zuo didn't see it, so I have to let Xiao Zuo take a look, right?" Jiang Suidong asked again fearlessly.

Liang Zuo glanced at him, his eyes indicated: You can spare me, don't take me with you.

Han Luoqing paused, his eyes drooped slightly, and said indifferently: "I'm gone, I won't come again. I'm not a traveller."

Although the little guy left a note for him, saying that he would come again next time.

But this next time...

The corners of Han Luoqing's mouth tensed slightly.

This is the first time in a place like this, who wants to come here for the second time?

It just sounds nice.

However, it is best not to come.

When Jiang Suidong heard his words, his hippie smile slowly converged.

Yes, it's really not a passerby.

At this time, the good girl that the three discussed was struggling with one thing, that is, whether to copy the homework or not.

In the classroom, the students in the last three rows were copying homework, which was once a week.

The seating arrangement of the students has certain rules. Those who don’t like to study and those who are naughty and mischievous are all placed in the back three rows by the head teacher, so as not to waste their good seats and affect other good students who want to study.

Ye Siqi is the type with poor studies but a good attitude. The treatment is a little better, and she sits in the fourth row from the bottom.

However, she was small, and there was a tall boy in front of her. She had to tilt her head in class to see the blackboard.

Nan Yuan stared at her blank workbook and fell into contemplation.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Ye Siqi didn't do her homework.

She went out with Wang Caihua twice, and the first time she didn't fall, she still did her homework in a proper way, although most of it was wrong. Yesterday was the beginning of her plan to let go and completely degenerate.

So, she didn't move a word on her homework last weekend.

Nan Yuan felt that copying homework was a foolish act of deceiving others. but--

If she is the only one who fails to complete her homework, there is a high possibility that she will be called a parent.

The teaching quality of the teachers in No. 5 Middle School is not high, but the authority of the teachers should not be challenged.

Copying homework is not good, not writing a single word is even worse, both attitudes are not correct.

Although Nan Yuan felt that the plot was equally bad, in the eyes of the teachers, it was definitely the second and worse.

She didn't want to be called a parent for the time being, so she could only be a bad student who copied homework once.

Nan Yuan thought so, she turned her eyes and landed on the same table.

Her deskmate was a little girl with glasses who lived in the next dormitory. She seemed to be called Guo Xin. Her grades were mid-to-low and slightly better than Ye Siqi.

Nan Yuan called her, "Guo Xin, borrow me to copy the homework?"

Guo Xin suddenly stared at her, "Ye Siqi, you, you want to copy my homework?"

Her grades were average, and this was the first time someone asked her to copy her homework, and this person was Ye Siqi.

Two minutes later, Nan Yuan copied the homework flying in the sight of her deskmate's surprised eyes.

After copying everything that can be copied, there is only one composition left by the Chinese teacher.

After two classes, the flag raising ceremony.

Nan Yuan followed a group of middle school students to the central square.

When I looked around, all the students were wearing blue and white school uniforms from No. 5 Middle School.

Nan Yuan looked at the crowd of people of the same style around her, a little dazzled.

Wang Caihua didn't come, and it is said that he asked for leave. After she played with Wang Caihua, her roommate who used to be her friend also alienated her, and her tablemate had a little friend who went to and from get out of class together and did not go with her.

Nan Yuan silently followed behind Guo Xin.

She was following along well, but a few people suddenly passed her in front of her. Looking back, Guo Xin was drowned in the crowd.

Nan Yuan paused and frowned.

There are ten science classes in the second year of high school. Science is popular these days, and there are only two liberal arts classes. Even so, there are twelve science classes and liberal arts classes combined, and there are also first-year and third-year students.

There are so many classes, and Nan Yuan is blind.

The little boy in the fat school uniform was drowning in the crowd with the crowd.

Nan Yuan's face was blank, and she suddenly didn't know where to go.

Just then, she heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"Wait a minute, give me cover. I'm going to stand in the last row to copy the homework. Mom's next class is the old witch's class. If I can't finish copying the homework, I will be punished for standing."

Nan Yuan looked over there and saw a condescending boy walking towards him cursingly.

Nan Yuan tried to call out, "Zhao He?"

"Hey, Zhao He, there's a little beauty calling you! Look, look, she's a beauty!" The boy next to him immediately pushed Zhao He.

Nan Yuan did not admit her mistake, this person was the little gangster Zhao He who took her on a motorcycle yesterday.

Although he didn't say a few words in total, he was very impressed by his screams all the way, and it was not difficult to distinguish his voice.

The gang leader Li Jun is in Class 10 of the second year of high school. Except for three or four of his younger brothers who are in Class 10, the rest are all from other classes.

The so-called congenial, not from the same class, they can mix together.

At this time, Zhao He felt like he was hit by a pie in the sky.

I rub it, she is really a little beauty!

It's just that in the entire second grade of high school, which class has beautiful women and which is the most beautiful, he has followed Li Jun to inquire about it, and he has seen the photos one by one, but he has never seen this one before.

Isn't she a sophomore in high school, but a junior high school girl?

"Zhao He, which class are you in?" the little beauty asked, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

Zhao He's heart sank immediately, "My sophomore class 9!"

The little beauty stopped talking after hearing it, just followed him silently.

The brother next to him winked at him sheepishly.

Zhao He straightened the collar of his school uniform and suddenly felt that his spring had come.

When Zhao He returned to the team, Nan Yuan went over and counted two columns and found her own class, Class 7 of Senior Two.

High school is no longer interested in queuing. Those who arrive first stand in the front, and those who arrive later stand in the back. Of course, if you are willing to stand in the front and watch the flag hoist, you can also change with the person in front.

When the time is up, the flag is raised and the national anthem is played, followed by a routine speech.

This time it was the turn of the second and sixth class of senior high school. The female student who gave the speech was very enthusiastic, and finally came to a concluding remark: Let us hold up the sun of tomorrow together!

Emotional, cadenced, and exaggerated.