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Chapter 242 High-cold and abstinent author suffers & the ruffian sings and sees the attack (1)

In the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-], a teacher with a Mediterranean hairstyle stood on the podium with a sullen face, holding chalk and writing mathematical formulas on the blackboard, and kept explaining.

But mathematics is boring. Although it is not lonely for a group of people to carnival alone, there are only a handful of students who listen carefully under the podium.

"Who knows how to do this question?" Teacher Gu put down the chalk, glanced at the listless students in the audience, and asked with a dark face.

Seeing that no one answered, the teacher asked again, but still no one raised their hands to answer.

Just as he was about to get angry, Teacher Gu suddenly caught a glimpse of a student with his head bowed and didn't know what he was doing, so he shouted angrily, "Pei Xi!"

Following Teacher Gu's sound, the students all cast their worried eyes on the handsome boy sitting by the window.

Hearing the teacher calling him, Pei Xi looked away from the phone screen, raised his head, raised his sword eyebrows, narrowed his Danfeng eyes slightly under his forehead, put down his phone and stood up.

"Mr. Gu's question I don't know." Pei Xi glanced at the question on the blackboard, the corners of his lips raised, and he looked handsome and handsome.

Pei Xi's voice is low and deep, with a natural upturned end, full of magnetism and pleasant to hear, but it is very harsh to Mr. Gu's ears.

"No? No, why didn't you listen carefully in class, and since you won't say it with a smile so confidently, I think you are hopeless." The teacher who found an outlet to vent his anger immediately said with a sullen face, scolding others while admonishing him. Make some saliva stars.

The smile on Pei Xi's face remained undiminished. Just as he was about to reply to Teacher Gu's words, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy outside the door walking in with a stack of papers.

Isn't that the monitor of the class next door?

The moment she stepped into the classroom, Ye Musheng raised her head and was about to call for a report, but she met a pair of Danfeng eyes shining with a teasing smile.

As the two looked at each other, there were several surprised sounds in the classroom.

"Ye Musheng?!"

"Why did he come to our class?"

Before Mr. Gu could react, Ye Musheng calmly looked away, said sorry, then turned and left.

After knowing that Ye Musheng had gone to the wrong classroom, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

"Ye Musheng is so cute!" Pei Xi's girl in the back seat propped her head and said nympho.

Hearing this, Pei Xi raised his eyebrows and thought, "Cute? Lovely with a paralyzed face? He really doesn't understand the girl's thoughts..."

"Quiet! Why are you arguing? You are laughing at Ye Musheng. If you were half as serious as him, your grades would not be as bad as this!" Mr. Gu is a math teacher in the fourth class of the second year of high school, so he also knows Ye Musheng. Evening Sheng.

After Teacher Gu yelled, the classroom became quiet again, and Ye Musheng also returned to the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-].

"Teacher Zhou is in a meeting. You correct the papers yourself in this class." After speaking, Ye Musheng handed out the papers that had just been brought into the classroom.

The teacher was not there, so Ye Musheng, the class monitor, took the place of the teacher and sat on the podium.

On the physical paper, the number one hundred was scrawled in red pen, which showed that Ye Musheng didn't need to correct the paper at all.Ye Musheng, who was bored, thought about what happened just now.

In fact, he did it on purpose just now.

After he took the paper from the desk, he walked outside Class [-], Senior [-], and just in time heard the teacher calling the name of this plane lover, and the tone was very unpleasant.

So he had only been here for a few hours and hadn't seen his lover yet, so he just lowered his head and pretended not to notice and walked into the classroom of the second class.

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Tomorrow I will be eighteen, an adult, an adult...

I can no longer say that I am a minor...

No, my mental age is still 17, still a child...

(End of this chapter)