"Dear students, the first class today is Chinese class, and the Chinese test papers before the winter vacation have been distributed."
Who is it? It’s noisy. Ling Chuyang looked up and saw Ling Chu standing in front of the podium, with a round face and a smile that made it even rounder. Then he lowered his head, took out the headphones from the drawer, and stuffed them into his ears.
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"As a friendly reminder, everyone, there are still thirteen minutes left. Please check your Chinese language test paper as soon as possible and correct the wrong answers."
"Tch" Tang Ji rolled his eyes and corrected the answers in advance. What else would the teacher do? Really, it's unnecessary. He took the test paper and covered his face, then leaned against Ling Chuyang. Composition, how do you correct the answers?
?There are still thirteen minutes, just right, you can still slow down for a while.
"Let's review the Chinese teacher's teaching style," Ling Chu said on the podium, looking around the classroom, "When asking questions, I will."
"Just tell me the answer." There was a response in the classroom, "It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong."
Ha, that's interesting. Tang Ji pulled the test paper off his face and glanced sideways at the person on the podium. Hey, it was the girl with the round face and round glasses who was chatting with her. She had a smile on her face and never felt like she was about to come down.
I'm saying, "No way."
"Just say no." Someone in the classroom responded, and then someone laughed.
"Okay, let's get ready for class." The person on the podium walked down with a smile.
That's okay. It's a bit interesting. Looking at the cute face with a smile, compared with the loud voice just now, and the little temper in the corridor, oh, this girl's face changes very quickly. Tang Ji poked her with his hand.
He poked the boy with a crew cut in front of him, "Who is that?"
"Which one?" The boy in front turned his head and pushed up the small black glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"The round-faced girl who just spoke on the podium."
"Oh, she." The little boy with black glasses and a crew cut blinked his eyes, paused, looked at Tang Ji's expectant eyes, and said seriously, "I don't know her."
Tang Ji, who was waiting attentively for his reply, almost choked when he heard this answer. He patted his chest and asked the boy with a flat head, "What is your name? Handsome boy?"
"My name is Xu Renming, Yan Wu Xu, benevolent Ren, bright Ming. I come from the second grade of high school (10)." After Xu Renming finished speaking, he blinked his eyes, and then asked Tang Ji, "What is your name, Da?"
handsome guy?"
Tang Ji pointed at the name on the Chinese test paper: Tang Ji.
"Oh. That's the name." Xu Renming leaned his head forward and smiled, "Can't see clearly, what's wrong?"
After hearing what he said, Tang Ji suddenly had the urge to beat someone up. Calmly! Showing his bright smile, he said, "I am Tang Ji, Tang from the Tang Dynasty, Yu Qi Ji."
"He?" Xu Renming pointed at Ling Chuyang, who was sleeping soundly.
"Ling Chuyang." Tang Ji said without saltiness. He probably didn't recognize Xu Renming either, but he heard Xu Renming whisper, "Oh! So it's him."
"Do you know him?" Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang in surprise, and then at Xu Renming, "Okay, Xiao Yangyang is also a minor celebrity on campus now?"
"I don't know." Xu Renming pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and paused, "But, I've heard of it."
Okay, you are awesome. Tang Ji shook his head. There is nothing to talk about today. Oh, we are off topic again, "Who is that girl? Ask."
"Oh." Xu Renming turned around and poked the classmate in the front row, then turned back to Tang Ji and said, "Ling Chu."
"What's it called?" Tang Ji didn't hear it clearly, so he motioned to Xu Renming to ask again, "Which words are there and how are they written?"
"Ling Chu." Ling Chuyang, who was beside him, glanced at Tang Ji and said word by word, "Can you please be quiet? It's so noisy."
"Are you not asleep? What were you listening to?" Tang Ji took the earplugs from Ling Chuyang's ears. There was no sound and threw them away again. It turned out to be a false sleep!
"Tang Ji, these are the words." Xu Renming handed over a small book and pointed to the words on it.
"Thank you. Let's take a look at the Chinese test paper. Class will start soon." Tang Ji leaned forward, suppressed a smile and dismissed Xu Renming.
Seeing Xu Renming turn his head, Tang Ji couldn't help but laugh, and slapped Ling Chuyang while laughing.
"You are very noisy today." Ling Chuyang leaned against the wall again.
"Ling Chu!! Do you want to go back and ask your aunt and uncle if she is your long-lost sister?" Tang Ji almost burst into tears with laughter. With such similar names, it seemed that he suddenly understood. Corridor
What does the above mean?
Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji, curled his lips, said nothing, yawned, and continued to "falsely sleep".
"Hahaha, Ling Chuyang, Ling Chu," Tang Ji repeated, "there are such similar names in the world, I have seen this one today."
"Smile. It's not over, isn't it?" Ling Chuyang picked up a book and threw it at Tang Ji.
Tang Ji smiled and dodged. The book fell to the ground behind Tang Ji with a "pop" sound.
"Hey, you two, you are pretty good at it." A female voice with a smile rang out clearly from beside her.
Who? So flamboyant. Ling Chuyang turned his head and saw a long black fine woolen coat that was almost sweeping the floor. A slender hand appeared in front of him, aiming in the direction of the newly issued Chinese textbook he had just thrown away.
"Classmate, textbooks are weapons of knowledge, not weapons for beating people. You have violated the school motto of unity and friendship."
"Black Coat" smiled and put the book on the table in front of Ling Chuyang. Before he could see clearly the face of "Black Coat", the man had already walked to the front row of the classroom.
"Who is that?" Ling Hechu and Tang Ji looked at each other, and then, tacitly understanding each other, they leaned down, lowered their heads, took the books, and buried their heads in front of the desk. He couldn't be the Chinese teacher of Class 5.
Right?! It is said that the Chinese teacher of Class 5 loves long coats, long black clothes.