Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Song Nan Tomb, don't you know after class, what are you doing?"

The head teacher is here.

The first class is Chinese, the class teacher's class.

"Mr. Wang..." Pointing at Song Nan's tomb, he cried with a cry, "He bullies people!"

"The rest of the students go to self-study first, Song Nan's tomb, come out with me."

The head teacher threw the language book onto the podium, and hooked his finger to signal Song Nan to come out.

Four eyes suddenly stopped crying, and pouted to sit down.

"Dare to sit down? Isn't it to be beaten?"

Song Nan Tomb yelled impatiently and waved his fists.

"..."

He didn't dare to move his eyes, maintaining the posture of pouting his butt, and finally stood up anxiously, never daring to touch the table or stool anymore.

This location turned out to belong to Jiang Beize.

After Jiang Beize transferred to another school, this position has been vacant.

Now that the final exams are over, he and the head teacher proposed that they want to adjust the position, and the head teacher agreed to let him sit in Jiang Beize's position if he could not see the blackboard.

I don't know that Song Nan's tomb suddenly went wild today.

He just wants to study hard, who provokes him.

Outside the classroom.

The head teacher is a young female teacher, less than 170 in size, and needs to look up at this 185 young man.

"Song Nan Tomb, how did you make a three-chapter agreement with your teacher before? If you said that you don't make trouble, don't make trouble, don't bully your classmates, is this what you promised me?"

"Teacher, you obviously didn't follow the agreement first."

"Where did I not follow the agreement?"

"What you said won't change Jiang Beize's position. I promise not to bully my classmates. I will not be late for class and leave early. Study hard. I promised you and I did it."

He's all reasonable, and he's justified.

The head teacher choked heavily.

She indeed promised not to move Jiang Beize's position in Song Nan's tomb.

but--

After a long time, she forgot about it!

"Ahem,"

Because I am the teacher in charge, even if I did something wrong, I can't admit it.

"That's right, Jiang Beize shouldn't come back again. Can that position remain vacant? Of course, we must leave limited resources to students in need!"

"Then teacher, did you say that the position after the exam was chosen according to the ranking?" Song Nan Tomb sneered.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"..."

Three minutes later.

The tomb of Song Nan, who came in from outside the classroom, moved straight from the last row to the first row.

He sat in the position of Jiang Beize.

All textbooks have been moved over.

Now that the seats are arranged according to ranking, he is the third in the class, so he naturally has the right to choose.

Now the head teacher had nothing to say, and awkwardly asked the four-eyed students to return to their original position first, and then adjust the seat after the next exam.

The head teacher began to lecture with a blank face.

The tomb of Song Nan boringly turned the ballpoint pen underneath.

He really doesn't like being in the first row.

The taste of countless eyes staring at his back is not good.

Subconsciously turned his head and glanced at his original position.

That was the battlefield that had accompanied him for two years.

The trash can on the left and the broom and mop on the right are inexplicably reassuring.

"Song Nan Tomb, listen attentively."

The head teacher said unhappy.

Song Nan's tomb came back to his senses, retracted his gaze, and glanced out the window inadvertently as his eyes flowed.

A thin figure suddenly attracted his attention.

He was startled for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

is her.

Ha ha.

Enduring the urge to rush out through the window, concentrate and listen.

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