The host is a little money fan of the paranoid villain

Chapter 34 Hey, classmate teach me this question

Nan Jia picked up the exercise book with her right hand and was about to take it back, but was suddenly held down by Mo Yan.The right hand was pressed tightly, and the exercise book was creased.

Mo Yan raised his eyes to look at Nan Jia, his brows were stained with gloom, and his eyes were covered with a layer of darkness.He couldn't tell whether he was ordering more or begging for more in his tone: "Nannan, don't ask others."

His sincere attitude made Nan Jia stunned for a moment, she replied with a smile: "Okay, don't ask others."

Mo Yan retracted his hand, Nan Jia put the exercise book in front of her, then closed the exercise book and put it in the schoolbag.

It was as if telling Mo Yan with his own actions that he would not ask others.

Her action of collecting the book was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.But Mo Yan was still unhappy, he lowered his head and asked softly, "Nan Nan, do you think I'm useless?"

Tired of inferiority complex?This frightened Nanjia, she quickly explained: "No, I don't know that question either."

Thinking of her desire not to let him become a scientist, she patted Mo Yan on the shoulder, with a serious face: "It's good that you don't know how to do the questions, so we are a good match. If you make me stupid as a top student, I'd be ashamed. I like you the way you are."

So don't change it!The status quo is best.

Mo Yan laughed, Nan Nan's tone was always so sincere when comforting others.

Mo Yan's smile made Nanjia's heart a little terrified, and she quickly rescued her: "Don't laugh, what I said is true."

"Yeah." Mo Yan rubbed Nan Jia's hair with a smile on his brows.

Nan Jia asked Qiu Shengsheng quietly: "What does he mean? Does he understand what I mean?"

She won't be self-defeating, will she?
"Master's thoughts, I can't figure it out."

Nan Jia really wanted to shake Mo Yan vigorously, then shouted at him: This is really good, she likes him who is silly and fufu!
Half a month later, Nanjia looked at her academic performance like Mo Yan who was on a rocket, she really wanted to blow up!

ah!How can this man not understand human words!
"Nannan, there is actually a remedy. You persuade him not to let him become a scientist."

The corners of Nanjia's mouth curled up, and she put a fake smile on her face: "Mo Yan, what is your future ideal?"

Mo Yan asked back, "What do you want me to do?"

Nan Jia looked at Mo Yan carefully, and smiled wickedly: "Whatever I say, what do you do?"

Mo Yan leaned back against the chair and crossed his legs: "Tell me about it"

"Chairman! Rich!"

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth froze, her thoughts were really common.

Nan Jia noticed Mo Yan's expression, and she let go: "Is it difficult? In fact, it can be wrong..." As long as you are not a scientist
"Not difficult"

Mo Yan agreed, and Nanjia was immediately happy. She pointed at Mo Yan and shouted: "It's settled, but it can't be changed."

"Um"

……

The happiest thing in May is the sports meeting, because there is no need to attend classes.

What makes Nanjia even more happy is that she did not participate in any projects!
Leaning back on the chair, with a sun umbrella above her head to block the sun, and milk tea snacks at hand, Nanjia was almost bubbling with happiness.

Wu Congcong looked at Nanjia's enjoyment, and became angry.

She stretched out her foot and kicked Nan Jia's stool fiercely, and the stool tilted. Nan Jia was not injured, but the potato chips that had been torn from the package in her hand spilled from the opening.

When Nanjia eats, she likes to tear the packaging bag to the maximum, so that it is refreshing to eat.

It is because of this that a lot of potato chips are spilled.

Looking at the few potato chips left in the bag, Nan Jia's anger ignited.

Nan Jia stood up and kicked Wu Congcong violently at the hollow of his leg, Wu Congcong was almost kicked to kneel on the ground.Fortunately, she quickly helped another classmate's stool to avoid making a fool of herself.

Lin Feng looked at Mo Yan who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and reminded him, "Hey, are you going to help Nanjia?"

"No..." Mo Yan's gentle eyes followed Nan Jia's figure, he hadn't seen her with fierce breasts for a long time.

Gao Yiming looked at Mo Yan as if he was watching a show: "Tsk tsk tsk, aren't you afraid that she will suffer?"

"A loss?" Mo Yan seemed to have heard a joke, Nan Jia would not suffer a loss.

Before Wu Congcong could stand up, Nan Jia pinched the back of Wu Congcong's neck, and said very imposingly, "Apologize."

Even though her neck was pinned down, Wu Congcong did not give in, because she looked down on Nanjia who had a poor taste: "Apologize to you? Dreaming, you are a fucking steamed stuffed bun seller, you dare to shout at me? You...ah!"

Nan Jia dragged Wu Congcong two steps forward, she squatted down and picked up the potato chips on the ground and stuffed them into Wu Congcong's chattering mouth.

"Ah... bah bah bah" Wu Congcong's face was livid, and she quickly spit out the potato chips in her mouth.She could feel the dirt on those potato chips because she had an earthy taste in her mouth now.

"Nanjia, I think you don't want to live anymore! Do you know that I can get you out of school?"

The two of them were making too much noise. When the director heard the shout, he turned to look at Nanjia.

Seeing that the person being bullied was Wu Congcong, he shouted from afar: "Let go, what are you doing?"

The director rushed over quickly, two steps combined into one, and came in big strides.

Nanjia hesitated for a second, do you want to let go?
"It's okay." Mo Yan's soft words gave Nan Jia instant confidence, and her slightly relaxed fingers tightened again.

Nan Jia even reached out to pat Wu Congcong's head, like patting a watermelon.

Seeing that Nan Jia hadn't let go, the director's angry beard was about to split off. He didn't take himself seriously: "You...you, I told you to let go, didn't you hear? Are you deaf?"

When the director rushed in front of Nanjia, Mo Yan suddenly appeared and stopped the director.

Fortunately, the director stopped the car to avoid hitting Mo Yan.

The director had a good temper and said, "Mr. Mo, get out of the way."

Mo Yan, who is 1.8 meters tall, lowered his head and looked at the director with no expression on his face, and said slowly: "Director, if you don't care about some things at the beginning, it will be unreasonable to ignore them later. When it comes to doing things, it's not good to stick to the end?"

In aristocratic schools, some students from ordinary families are often bullied. Teachers often choose to turn a blind eye.

Don't care when you're being bullied, or care when someone resists?Can't justify it?
The director looked over Mo Yan to see Wu Congcong's situation. Seeing her flushed face, the director was a little anxious: "Student Mo, let's talk about this later, I..."

Mo Yan stood still in front of him and said quietly, "Director, Nanjia is mine."

The director was stunned for a moment, and began to think in his mind, he felt that offending the Wu family was better than offending the Mo family.

After the director figured it out, he looked at Mo Yan with a smile and praised: "I heard that Mo has studied very hard recently, and he is expected to be among the top students in the class."

"Well, I have been studying harder recently."

The two began to chat casually, but the director's eyes would glance back from time to time, no matter what he had to do to ensure that Wu Congcong was not bullied too badly.

　When you encounter bullying on campus, you must not endure it. The more you endure, the more you will be bullied and you must resist.But you can't do stupid things, and you don't have to hit yourself for a group of mentally retarded people.If you can't handle it yourself, tell your parents, teacher, or call the police.Don't hold your breath.

　　When I was in school, my male deskmate used to bully me.Once I was short of breath, I fought him directly in English class, and he never dared to bully me since then.Bearing it doesn't solve the problem.

　　
　　
　
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