- The female math teacher was angry in the class.
- When I returned to the office, I naturally began to complain.
- The Chinese teacher, the English teacher, the head teacher, did not miss a single one.
- So...
- The bell rang for the second class.
- A male teacher came in.
- "Class."
- "Stand up!"
- "Hello teacher!"
- "Hello classmates, please take a seat."
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- "Let's learn today..."
- Gu Xiaoran was about to doze off.
- The Chinese class is really a hypnosis class.
- These were all things she had learned before and was familiar with by heart.
- And there was no need for such teaching in the twenty-fifth century at all.
- A computer with robots teaching on it.
- It's the kind that doesn't let go of every detail step by step.
- It gives you questions after a lecture, and if you don't do it again...
- Gu Xiaoran still felt that although the machines in the twenty-fifth century were a little perverted.
- But it works.
- Look at the group of people in the class, not all of them are listless.
- One elbow smashed against the table, the palm of the hand resting on the chin.
- The other hand stood the book up trying to block it.
- My head sinks from time to time.
- Drowsy.
- Huang Minghao turned his head and saw this scene.
- Gu Xiaoran narrowed his eyes and tried hard to open them.
- Seriously looked at her for the first time.
- The foundation is good...
- It's just that the skin is a little worse...
- A little dark...
- Take it back and let Zhu Zhengting apply more facial masks to her.
- Look at her drooping head.
- Huang Minghao quickly put his hand under her jaw.
- So as not to let her have an intimate contact with the table.
- He took the book and put it on the table, then held her jaw down gently.
- Pull your hand.
- When I looked up, I saw that the Chinese teacher had stopped lecturing without knowing when.
- And the eyes of the whole class are focused on their table.
- Huang Minghao raised his forehead, Gu Xiaoran, you really conquer me!
- "Huang Minghao, Gu Xiaoran classmate, please stand up!"