Wang Yaner smiled slightly and said: "Since you know your mistake, I won't embarrass you. [Source of this book] Class is about to start, you should go back to the classroom first."
"Wait a minute, Teacher Wang, I still want to tell you something." But Zhuo Yifan suddenly said.
"whats the matter?"
Zhuo Yifan smiled, took a piece of white paper and her pen from Wang Yaner's desk, and wrote a few words on it.
Wang Yan'er was a little curious. Her eyes followed Zhuo Yifan's writing hand to the paper. As Zhuo Yifan slowly finished writing a line of words, her face couldn't help but reveal a somewhat embarrassed look.[
Because what was written on this piece of paper was: Let’s go back together after school.
The base of Wang Yaner's ears felt a little burning. She muttered, raised her black-rimmed glasses, took the piece of paper, crushed it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
"Okay, I understand, you go back first." Wang Yaner nodded and said.
Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly and said, "Goodbye, Teacher Wang."
After saying that, Zhuo Yifan walked out of the office.
When Zhuo Yifan just walked into the classroom, the school bell rang.
"Zhuo Yifan, how are you? What did Teacher Wang say to you? Is it..." As soon as Zhuo Yifan returned to his seat, Shi Zhenxiang immediately came over and asked, and there was something wrong in his eyes, which seemed a bit...
other meanings.
Zhuo Yifan knocked him on the head and said, "What are you thinking about? I'm very pure."
"Are you pure?!" Shi Zhenxiang opened his mouth wide and made an exaggerated expression: "If you can be pure, then I can be as pure as a primary school student wearing a red scarf."
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although this guy was full of lewd words, he was just putting a little color on his lips. To be more precise, he was like a bad man, but he had his own sense of proportion, and he
Being friends is also a good choice.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to explain to you, what is this class?" Zhuo Yifan said.
"What else could it be, a history class?" Shi Zhenxiang said forcefully.
"History class?" Zhuo Yifan curled his lips, "It's a good time to go to bed. Help me watch the teacher while I get some sleep first."
After saying that, Zhuo Yifan put his two arms on the table, lowered his head slightly, and pretended to listen carefully, and entered into his dream of dating Zhou Gong's daughter.
In fact, the whole morning's class was very interesting for Zhuo Yifan. As early as when he was in the Huajian School, Zhuo Yifan had almost read these books. At that time, Zhuo Yifan's master forced him to
Zhuo Yifan read those books, what should he say? This guy is not a genius, he should be considered a monster.
After class ended at noon, Zhuo Yifan dragged his body out of the classroom, went to the cafeteria with Shi Zhenxiang to eat, and wandered around the university.
The two of them wandered around the school. In fact, the place they wandered around was in front of the school's girls' dormitory, or at the entrance of the university cafeteria. As long as it was a place where beautiful women often went, the two of them spent more than an hour at noon,
I almost walked around and my mouth watered.
In fact, if you want to say who is drooling, it has to be Shi Zhenxiang! Being with Shi Zhenxiang, the extremely thick-skinned Zhuo Yifan felt a little embarrassed. When this guy looked at beautiful women, he didn't know how to teach politeness at all.
