Wang Yifan's expression was indifferent. He walked from the old office area to the independent office that now belonged to him. He had an impassioned feeling of returning in triumph, but he didn't show it in front of others.
He was actually secretly happy because many people looked at him differently.
No one would sympathize with Qian Wenbin at this time, and no one would think that Wang Yifan was not strong enough and majestic enough. It was this understatement and calm attitude that made Qian Wenbin's provocation against him seem more serious.
Like an ugly clown behavior.
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In front of him were neatly piled books, varying in thickness and size, occupying less than half of the table. Three words were twisted and carved on the light yellow tabletop with a knife, "Wang Yifan", and they were specially corrected with Bai Xue.
The liquid deepens the color.
A few test papers that still smelled of printer toner were placed under Wang Yifan's chin. He vaguely reached out and wiped his mouth, pulling out a long string of drool.
"Oh my God, Wang Yifan, you are so disgusting!"
There was an exclamation next to him, and the boy next to him with a short crew cut, which completely revealed his duck-egg-like head shape, hid in the aisle with the shout, and his eyes widened behind his thick glasses.
, as if about to jump out, with an expression of disgust on his face.
"Cat?" Wang Yifan vaguely saw the people around him and wanted to open his mouth, but found that his body was not under his control at all.
But soon, he heard a familiar voice with deep dissatisfaction: "Cat, what are you calling?"
It was Wang Yifan's voice. To be precise, it was the voice coming from his perspective.
It turned out to be a dream!
Wang Yifan gradually came to a vague understanding.
It's just that the situation in front of me doesn't seem like a real dream. It's like watching a first-line movie. Every person and object in front of me is extremely clear, as if I can reach it at my fingertips.
"Saliva, saliva!"
Mao'er pointed at Wang Yifan and shouted, which almost attracted the attention of the whole class to them.
When Wang Yifan heard this, he quickly buried his head in the pile of books. He wiped it with the back of his hand and then wiped it with the palm of his hand.
As a result, the cat's expression became even more exaggerated and distorted.
So fucking disgusting!
"Did I fall asleep again?" Wang Yifan asked softly without raising his head.
Mao'er nodded, then sat down again, but his whole body was still twisted like a twist. He pointed to Wang Yifan's palm, "See for yourself first!"
Wang Yifan felt a little confused, looked up at the palm of his hand, and was stunned!
There are ink marks all over the palm of my hand, and there is a very clear topic about the acceleration of gravity printed on it.
"Fortunately, this class is not Mrs. Jiang's class, otherwise you would be in trouble. Didn't you see how stinky Teacher Xu's face is!"
"I didn't want to either!" Wang Yifan said aggrievedly.
"What's wrong with you lately? Why are you sleeping more and more? I see you doze off in every class!" Mao'er's face was still full of disgust, but she couldn't help but asked worriedly.
"I don't know. I can't help it even if I want to. I just want to sleep!" Wang Yifan muttered. He had no choice but to fiddle with the napkin from the drawer quickly and put it on his handle, face, table, and test paper.
Wiped the saliva clean.
It’s really a bit disgusting!
Wang Yifan looked up at the wall clock above the blackboard in the classroom and found that the hour hand was accurately at five o'clock. The day students in the class were already packing their schoolbags, one by one, putting materials and books into their schoolbags without caring.
Rise is like Doraemon's pocket.
"It's really rare today. The teacher didn't drag the teacher. I will go out with the day students later. Please help me cover it!" Wang Yifan said.
"What are you doing out at this hour?" Mao'er asked.
"I have a relative who asked me to help him buy something in the city. By the way, what do you want for dinner? I can bring it to you?" Wang Yifan naturally changed the topic. For this conversation, it was undoubtedly
There are drafts.
Mao'er didn't ask further questions and said happily: "Of course it's mixed vegetables. You go over there and buy one for ten or twenty yuan. I'll go to the cafeteria to prepare rice and wait for you!"
"That's it, help me make more food. With the cold dishes, my appetite will increase by at least 10%!"
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As soon as the picture flashed, Wang Yifan saw "himself" walking on a familiar yet unfamiliar street, surrounded by students from the same school wearing baggy uniforms, many of whom he had seen and recognized.
He seemed to have remembered something, so he found a secluded path to walk, and then after a while he walked onto the main road. As he walked, he looked up at the signs of the shops on the roadside.
Soon, he found his target. He looked around, and when he saw no one he knew, he rushed in quickly, as if he was really being followed.
"Hey, hello, classmate, you're here again!"
The owner of the Welfare Lottery Shop is a young man in his early twenties. He is eating happily with a bowl of noodles in his hand, making a very loud slurping sound.
He was impressed by the students who had just rushed in quickly. They bought 21 bets on the same pair of numbers in the last Shuangseqiu issue. What impressed him was not the students' consumption level, but the way the students looked when buying lottery tickets, just like today.
Wuer's sneaky look really made him laugh.
However, although he still acted a little more cautious today, at least his behavior no longer looked so eye-catching.
The boss stood up quickly, rubbed his hands and got ready to work, and asked, "Classmate, how many bets will you buy today? Will the machine choose the numbers or do you choose the numbers yourself?"
Wang Yifan glanced at the handwritten lottery date on the wall to make sure it was correct, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the boss, "Buy a bet today and press the number on it!"
"
"Just one bet?"
The boss was a little unhappy. This bet was too little. He had to bet two no matter what! Why did this student do this and that?
Wang Yifan nodded firmly, "Well, I'll make one bet today!"
The boss reluctantly gave Wang Yifan a number, and a small business was ruined. He couldn't help but reluctantly said to Wang Yifan: "Classmate, is there someone claiming to be an expert behind you who is giving you advice on this number selection?"
Yeah, it looks like a lot of fun, but you must not be deceived by others! I tell you, if you choose a few sets of numbers yourself, you might just win!"
"These are the answers to the first few questions in a set of simulation papers that I did today's math questions. I put them together!" Wang Yifan was very quick-witted.
"Is this okay?" The young boss was obviously not very good at studying. He didn't know that the math questions on the test paper for high school students were not that simple, with only a few numbers.
Wang Yifan nodded, took the lottery ticket handed over by the boss, stuffed it into the pocket of his upper shirt, and patted it solemnly.
"Goodbye, boss!" Wang Yifan waved to the boss.
"Yeah, bye!" At this time, the owner of the Welfare Lottery shop was not so enthusiastic at all, and picked up the noodles and continued eating.
"What is this student doing?"
"I guess I am stupid from reading!"
"Are you stupid enough to buy lottery tickets?"
Wang Yifan ignored the comments about him from the uncles stationed behind him at the Welfare Lottery Shop all year round. Without looking back, he quickly got into the small alley near the lottery shop and disappeared without a trace.
Wang Yifan seemed to have completed a very difficult task. When he walked out of the alley, his figure suddenly became much lighter.
He came to the well-known deli on Renmin Road in Jinping City at that time, asked the boss for half a catty of mixed vegetables, took out a few vegetarian vegetable rolls, and returned to school happily.