His ex-husband finally went bankrupt!

Chapter 69 Stomach Pain

The reason why Ning Lang has been able to rank No. 1 as a top student is not only his own intelligence, but also his hard work.

She is the first to arrive in the class and the last to go home, and she never wastes a little study time.

Sheng Xuan, a scumbag, was different. He was either late or left early, and occasionally even climbed the wall and ran out of school to wander around. He had no concept of learning at all.

As usual, he swaggered forward and was about to take out his schoolbag and leave—but was stopped by Ning Lang.

Sheng Yan was not very angry: "What are you doing?!"

The girl in front of her was sixteen or seventeen years old, her face was covered with collagen, so tender that water could be squeezed out.

However, her sweet appearance and temperament are far behind.

She glared and asked, "What about the homework? You are the only one in the class who didn't hand in the homework. The head teacher said today that whoever fails to hand in the homework will be fined to copy it a hundred times. No matter what subject or how many questions, they will copy it a hundred times." !"

Sheng Yan frowned and asked, "Why do you have homework again? Are you annoying!"

Ning Lang patted a large stack of homework on the desk, and said, "You are the only one in the class who has not handed in English homework and mathematics. I'm going to take it to the teacher's office. If you don't hand it in now, you can copy it tomorrow." Hand it in after a hundred times."

"Don't!" Sheng Yan was taken aback, he lost all desire to eat, and sat down quickly, "Wait for me for 3 minutes!"

Copy it up casually now, and tomorrow you won't have to write it a hundred times until your hands get sore.As long as you are not stupid, everyone knows how to choose.

He randomly dug out his English homework book, and while looking for a pen, he asked, "What homework for English today?"

Ning Lang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and buried his head to brush up the questions.

Sheng Yan realized that she didn't bring an English textbook, so she simply took one from the homework pile in front of her, opened it, and started to draw quickly.

Unexpectedly, I copied page after page, and there were three pages left!
"Damn it! What are you doing with so many tenses? And so many examples, it makes my brain hurt!"

"Fuck! What is this thing? It's the future tense and the perfect tense—what the hell! Isn't this the rhythm of a madman?"

"Why is this word so long! It's so hard to write!"

Ning Lang scolded angrily: "Shut up! Can you stop chattering? It's so noisy!"

Her stomach seemed to be so hungry, she wished that this guy could hand in her homework immediately, and she would rush home for dinner as soon as she finished her teacher's errands.

My stomach hurts!Blame this bastard!
Handing in homework late every day, I really want to beat him up!
Sheng Yan turned his fair and immature handsome face, and gave her a grimace unceremoniously.

"The mouth grows on my own face, you don't care if I say it or not! I just said it, can you control it?!"

Ning Lang raised his fist, stared and snorted coldly: "I can't control it, but my fist should be able to control it. How? Do you want to try again?"

Sheng Yan rolled his eyes, lowered his head very spinelessly, and continued writing sullenly.

He is not as good as her now, and he will definitely be beaten again in a while.

Forget it, a hero doesn't suffer from the immediate disadvantages, and after he has grown stronger, he will settle accounts with her together!
Ning Lang on the side turned pale, slowly withdrew his hand, and unconsciously touched his lower right abdomen.

"hiss……"

For some reason, there were bursts of sharp and stabbing pains in my stomach, which came up suddenly, as if the pain was so painful that even the tails of my hair ached!

On a very cold day, her forehead was sweating profusely, and her face was as white as paper.

Sheng Yan finally noticed the strangeness, was shocked, and threw the pen in his hand away!

"Hello? What's the matter with you?"

Ning Lang collapsed on the desk in pain, moaning in a low voice.

"I... my stomach hurts to death..."

(End of this chapter)