• You are only eighteen classes.
• You have developed limbs.
• God *ing sports student.
• As we all know, this chicken thief in No. 6 Middle School is arranged according to grades.
• What is certain is that this person is absolutely impossible to be a liberal arts student, otherwise with this *-like description, it is impossible for Sixth Middle School to recruit him.
• Seeing that neither of them were talking, the boy thought he was right, and said with interest, "Are you interested in joining our student union? There are many benefits! If you do well, you will get extra points for the college entrance examination~"
• As a result, Luo Nanqiu poured a basin of cold water on him and poured his heart out: "I'm not interested."
• Jiang Mo gave him another divine sword: "Also, we are from Class A."
• The ignorant poor boy immediately froze in place, watching in amazement as the two entered the school gate side by side.
• Fake it. Is this class A so beautiful?!
• The light of the six.
• No, the two of them must be pulled into the student union.
• "Eh? Brother Qiu, Brother Jiang, why are you so late today?" Xu Nian asked when they just entered the class and were in charge of duty today.
• Luo Nanqiu glanced at his watch. "It's not too late.
• Xu Nian replied: "Usually, you all arrive at about the same time as me."
• "Oh, there is something wrong today." Luo Nanqiu explained.
• Xu Nian was a resident student and came to class early, but they were often able to enter the class with her.
• What a mess this morning, it is indeed much later than before.
• After a while, Luo Rong came in with two big dark circles under his eyes and yawned. Immediately behind him was Ji Yuntao, who was with him.
• Xu Nian was cleaning the blackboard, but when he saw Luo Rong like this, he almost scared the blackboard eraser away, and hurriedly took it: "I'm going, Luo Xiaopang, why did you go last night? Are you trying to become a national treasure and escape learning?"
• Luo Rong said weakly, "I didn't do anything... ha-ah."
• Yawn again and again.
• So after he finished speaking, he lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.
• Ji Yuntao answered her doubts: "He's fine, he just played games all night."
• Hearing this, Xu Nian rolled his eyes. "You deserve it."
• Jiang Mombai turned the pen around bored for a while, and he didn't quite understand why Luo Rong was willing to sacrifice his precious sleep time to play games.
• Thinking of this, he thought of Luo Nanqiu, and said in his heart that if Luo Nanqiu was asked to choose one between sleeping and games, he would definitely choose the former without hesitation.
• "Jiang Mo, what did you prove in this step?" Luo Nanqiu asked while carrying the draft paper that Jiang Mo had written all the answers on yesterday.
• I can't help it. I saw that half of them accidentally fell asleep yesterday, so I can only take them to school to continue watching.
• Jiang Mo looked up, turned the pen in his hand upside down, and used the cap of the pen to draw a circle on the drawing on the draft paper: "This."
• Luo Nanqiu understood immediately and muttered, "Why don't I remember it at all."
• Jiang Mo turned the pen back, quickly mumbled two new words in the word book, and said slowly, "You're jumping too badly."
• Strange to have an impression.
• "Oh. There are some very easy steps that I didn't write because I thought it was troublesome."
• "It's okay, at least you know that you don't bother to write it on the picture." Jiang Mo continued, "Otherwise, when I see you, you are missing arms and legs."
• Luo Nanqiu: "..." I'm just sleepy. It's not like this usually.
• "Brother Qiu, here, yesterday's English homework." At this time, a boy handed over an English workbook. Luo Nanqiu thought for a while, but didn't remember who this was.
• "Don't give it to me." Luo Nanqiu looked at the question again.
• "Happy Yang, Brother Yang Yang, I have convinced you. How many times have I told you that the homework will be handed over to the corresponding department representative! Why do you always give it to Luo Nanqiu?" Xu Nian hated that iron could not become steel.
• Happy Yang held the exercise book in a mess in the wind: "Ah? Didn't I give it to the monitor?"
• "You have such a good memory. Hey, it's been a week and you haven't figured out who to hand it over to. For the first three days, you went to Jiang Mo's place every day, and now you go to Luo Nanqiu's place. I doubt if you have any opinion on the representatives of other departments in our class."
• Happy Yang scratched his head in embarrassment. "I got it."
• Jiang Mo couldn't bear to look directly. According to the memory and reflex arc of this strange classmate, it is estimated that it will take a few more days to stagger before he can remember.
• This early in the morning, even the learning atmosphere of Class A has not been active, and the whole class is jumping.
• "Ah, ah, Ji Yuntao, what are you doing??!" Luo Rong said resentfully with an expression of not waking up.
• Ji Yuntao was obviously not cowardly. "You snore a little too loudly. I'm afraid you'll disturb them in their study."
• "Hahahaha -"
• Luo Rong blushed: "How can anyone learn it so early -"
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