Half a piece of cake is sent for five, no need to call a bank card, just transfer money on WeChat
Jiang Lin looked at the message jumping on the phone screen, and his tongue circled his cheeks for half a circle, but he couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled.
It's her worthy
Always unwaveringly maintain a purely monetary relationship with him
Fang Ruoyu's mobile phone shocked, and a transfer information was usually all sorts of zeros, and this time he followed 15.
Immediately after a WeChat message pops up: Our relationship is still more about starting and ending in bank accounts.
childish
Fang Ruoyu complained secretly in her heart, she could almost imagine the expression he had when she said this.
She didn't want to waste her time going back and forth with him on WeChat, so she turned the book quietly, covered the screen of her phone, and began to listen carefully to the class and take notes.
Before Jiang Lin could reply, he stared at Fang Ruoyu's back. When she looked up at the old classmate on the podium, her hair swept to her shoulders, and a few strands stuck to her shirt; she lowered her head to take notes, and her hair was scattered and pressed to both sides of her neck.
He was bored and after watching it for a few times, he was hypnotized by the rhythmic movements, and his eyelids began to fight.
Finally, I was woken up by the chalk head
He raised his hand and touched the top of his head. When he touched some powder, he got up and was very angry. He kicked the table's leg. The fire in his eyes could ignite people.
But not everyone is afraid of the fire in his eyes
For example, the old class
This paper was so exciting. He found one from the stack of mock exam papers on the table: Is there anyone so perfunctory?
The old class spoke with a little accent, and after the training in the army, he had a loud voice. He said such sarcastic words with a little ridiculousness.
But no one in the class dares to laugh
Because he was criticizing Jiang Lin's test paper
Jiang Lin put his feet on Dong Ze's stool in front, pressed the stool and leaned back against the wall, and sat the seat in the classroom into his own sofa.
He picked up his chin slightly, and did not hesitate to wait for the veteran to perform.
It’s okay if you can’t do other questions on the paper. Don’t you make up 800 words for the composition? The old man was angry and focused his fingers on the paper a few times: Jiang Lin, just write a sentence, how many points do you want to give you?
After studying Chinese for more than ten years, you can’t think about divergently?
The old class is best at using exams instead of practicing, and he is a good at evaluating test papers. He seized this opportunity and said it carefully.
This essay is called 'I don't know where the wind blows'. Jiang Lin, you don't want a single point?
Sorry, I have a bad geography, so I don't know?
What the old class said is really funny, and the students below couldn't help but laugh no matter how much they wanted to.
Even Wang Ning and Dong Ze couldn't help but look back and pat on his desk: Brother Lin, it's worthy of being you
Jiang Lin never cared about the criticism of the teacher. He just was too lazy to write so many words, but he didn't want to become a joke one day
Even Fang Ruoyu dared to shrugged her shoulders and laughed, and she was not allowed to deal with it.
He was holding his anger
The old classmate was so angry that he saw his indifferent and cruel eyes: The geography is not good, right? I'll make up for you.
He took out his notebook and turned a few pages: Who is the number one in geography in the mock exam? Fang Ruoyu, please help him, Jiang Lin, learn how to play the style of learning, and you will write this essay after you finish the supplement.
Jiang Lin suddenly didn't feel anything angry
The bell rang. The biggest advantage of the old class is that he never delayed the class. He told the class representative to send the papers and asked everyone to finish the get out of class. When he walked to the door of the classroom, he did not forget to hand in the rewritten essay to Jiang Lin tomorrow.
Fang Ruoyu’s deskmate is a very quiet girl. She turned her face and asked seriously: Ruoyu, do you really want to make up for Jiang Lin’s geography?
She paused her hand with a ballpoint pen, and she was guilty of saying that she was like this. No one knew their relationship, but when an unrelated person mentioned a name to associate them, she would hesitate to check her tone and expression, afraid that others would find clues in it.
She pressed the spring switch of the ballpoint pen back and forth several times before she answered her carelessly: Depending on the situation, the old classmate just mentioned it casually
The little girl also echoed: Ah, although he is quite handsome, I heard that he loves fighting very much, which is very scary. I felt scared when I looked at him.
It’s not a secret that Jiang Lin can fight normally, and students from No. 1 Middle School know it
But is Jiang Lin terrible? Fang Ruoyu never feels
He probably won't let me teach you, but the teacher doesn't listen to him. Fang Ruoyu doesn't want to discuss with her deskmate whether Jiang Lin is terrible, but she knows that Jiang Lin never studies or listens to classes.
Who knew she was slapped in the face when she opened her phone
Jiang Lin sent a message: Go to the fifth floor to tell me where the wind blows
Jiang Lin looked at the message jumping on the phone screen, and his tongue circled his cheeks for half a circle, but he couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled.
It's her worthy
Always unwaveringly maintain a purely monetary relationship with him
Fang Ruoyu's mobile phone shocked, and a transfer information was usually all sorts of zeros, and this time he followed 15.
Immediately after a WeChat message pops up: Our relationship is still more about starting and ending in bank accounts.
childish
Fang Ruoyu complained secretly in her heart, she could almost imagine the expression he had when she said this.
She didn't want to waste her time going back and forth with him on WeChat, so she turned the book quietly, covered the screen of her phone, and began to listen carefully to the class and take notes.
Before Jiang Lin could reply, he stared at Fang Ruoyu's back. When she looked up at the old classmate on the podium, her hair swept to her shoulders, and a few strands stuck to her shirt; she lowered her head to take notes, and her hair was scattered and pressed to both sides of her neck.
He was bored and after watching it for a few times, he was hypnotized by the rhythmic movements, and his eyelids began to fight.
Finally, I was woken up by the chalk head
He raised his hand and touched the top of his head. When he touched some powder, he got up and was very angry. He kicked the table's leg. The fire in his eyes could ignite people.
But not everyone is afraid of the fire in his eyes
For example, the old class
This paper was so exciting. He found one from the stack of mock exam papers on the table: Is there anyone so perfunctory?
The old class spoke with a little accent, and after the training in the army, he had a loud voice. He said such sarcastic words with a little ridiculousness.
But no one in the class dares to laugh
Because he was criticizing Jiang Lin's test paper
Jiang Lin put his feet on Dong Ze's stool in front, pressed the stool and leaned back against the wall, and sat the seat in the classroom into his own sofa.
He picked up his chin slightly, and did not hesitate to wait for the veteran to perform.
It’s okay if you can’t do other questions on the paper. Don’t you make up 800 words for the composition? The old man was angry and focused his fingers on the paper a few times: Jiang Lin, just write a sentence, how many points do you want to give you?
After studying Chinese for more than ten years, you can’t think about divergently?
The old class is best at using exams instead of practicing, and he is a good at evaluating test papers. He seized this opportunity and said it carefully.
This essay is called 'I don't know where the wind blows'. Jiang Lin, you don't want a single point?
Sorry, I have a bad geography, so I don't know?
What the old class said is really funny, and the students below couldn't help but laugh no matter how much they wanted to.
Even Wang Ning and Dong Ze couldn't help but look back and pat on his desk: Brother Lin, it's worthy of being you
Jiang Lin never cared about the criticism of the teacher. He just was too lazy to write so many words, but he didn't want to become a joke one day
Even Fang Ruoyu dared to shrugged her shoulders and laughed, and she was not allowed to deal with it.
He was holding his anger
The old classmate was so angry that he saw his indifferent and cruel eyes: The geography is not good, right? I'll make up for you.
He took out his notebook and turned a few pages: Who is the number one in geography in the mock exam? Fang Ruoyu, please help him, Jiang Lin, learn how to play the style of learning, and you will write this essay after you finish the supplement.
Jiang Lin suddenly didn't feel anything angry
The bell rang. The biggest advantage of the old class is that he never delayed the class. He told the class representative to send the papers and asked everyone to finish the get out of class. When he walked to the door of the classroom, he did not forget to hand in the rewritten essay to Jiang Lin tomorrow.
Fang Ruoyu’s deskmate is a very quiet girl. She turned her face and asked seriously: Ruoyu, do you really want to make up for Jiang Lin’s geography?
She paused her hand with a ballpoint pen, and she was guilty of saying that she was like this. No one knew their relationship, but when an unrelated person mentioned a name to associate them, she would hesitate to check her tone and expression, afraid that others would find clues in it.
She pressed the spring switch of the ballpoint pen back and forth several times before she answered her carelessly: Depending on the situation, the old classmate just mentioned it casually
The little girl also echoed: Ah, although he is quite handsome, I heard that he loves fighting very much, which is very scary. I felt scared when I looked at him.
It’s not a secret that Jiang Lin can fight normally, and students from No. 1 Middle School know it
But is Jiang Lin terrible? Fang Ruoyu never feels
He probably won't let me teach you, but the teacher doesn't listen to him. Fang Ruoyu doesn't want to discuss with her deskmate whether Jiang Lin is terrible, but she knows that Jiang Lin never studies or listens to classes.
Who knew she was slapped in the face when she opened her phone
Jiang Lin sent a message: Go to the fifth floor to tell me where the wind blows
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