• The National Day holiday, which is neither long nor short, ended quickly.
• At this time, the student party either "one miracle per night", or they go to school early in the morning with homework and exchange with people to copy.
• Class A people are lazy, and most of them belong to the latter.
• "Who wrote the English weekly newspaper? I'll use the math test paper to replace it."
• "Me, me, me! Is there any chemistry?"
• "Damn, I didn't move a word in physics!"
• "What?! You need to write an essay in Chinese?!"
• "Why do you even have three sets of test papers for politics! Is it something that people do? I will not choose politics in the future!"
• "I won't choose history in the future... it's too bitter."
• "..."
• Early this morning, the group of students in Class A came earlier than the other, and when they came, they made the class noisy.
• And these riots all come from the same reason: unfinished holiday homework.
• Even though it was a top class that played the role of a "leader", there were only a few who could honestly finish it.
• Luo Nanqiu, Jiang Mo, and Zhang Yuan were robbed of their homework.
• They are the very few who finish their homework.
• Luo Nanqiu was obviously used to this kind of scene, Jiang Mo... Although his classmates in junior high school used to be afraid that he didn't dare to borrow it, he didn't particularly care about this kind of thing. On the contrary, Zhang Yuan, as a school committee member, had to watch others copy and persuade him painstakingly: "You have to think while copying... otherwise it's just a waste of time..."
• "Are you willing?" Jiang Mo looked at the chaotic scene and asked Luo Nanqiu.
• "I'm a little reluctant." Luo Nanqiu gently closed his eyes, "But I can't help it."
• "Still haven't figured out how to tell them?"
• "Hmm. I don't know how to speak."
• If he said it, let's not talk about it for the time being... Luo Rong should be very...
• Luo Nanqiu got goosebumps when she thought of the little fat man hugging his legs with snot and tears and was reluctant to let him go.
• Because there is a precedent.
• When he graduated from junior high school, Comrade Luo Xiaopang had done a similar feat, and Ziling was very sincere.
• "The half-term exam will start next Monday." Jiang Mo put his clear hand on the desk, squeezed a pen and turned around, "I can't bear you either."
• He said the most important words in the most casual tone.
• How can he not be exciting like this?
• Maybe others won't, but Luo Nanqiu certainly will.
• But in public, it was not easy for him to do anything, so he could only look him in the eyes and say, "If you are like this... I will not want to leave."
• "Then don't leave."
• "Jiang classmate, don't make trouble."
• "Do you have an opinion?"
• "No." Luo Nanqiu showed weakness to him quickly, "But although I have to leave, I can still leave some gifts."
• Jiang Mo: "?"
• "It's not technically a gift. But it can be fun."
• Jiang Mo was even more confused: "What?"
• "Do you still remember the * who made trouble at the door of the class last week? We forced him to write that set of papers."
• When he said this, Jiang Mo remembered: "You mean..."
• "Of course I have to do what I say." Luo Nanqiu smiled, "Otherwise, I will lose face."
• "That's right." Jiang Mo said, "It's his bad luck to meet someone as narrow-minded as you."
• "Are you bending and hurting me, classmate Jiang?"
• Jiang Mo replied calmly, "No. You want more classmates Luo."
• "Why not?" Luo Nanqiu suddenly whispered into his ear, "Try calling me brother?"
• Jiang Mo stretched out his hand and pressed him back: "I'm dreaming."
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