Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

Christmas is coming.

Hang Yiwei tried his best to listen to Zhong Ming's math paper for the quiz in the class last time. After listening for 10 minutes, he couldn't take it anymore, so he took a gel pen and began to scribble on the blank space on the paper.

"Hang Yiwei." Zhong Ming tapped the silver ruler on Hang Yiwei's desk.

Hang Yiwei subconsciously raised his hand and pulled over the draft book next to him, covering the paper.

Seeing his movement, Zhong Ming walked over and grabbed Hang Yiwei's paper with his hand. Hang Yiwei frowned and pressed the paper even tighter with both hands.

"Release." Zhong Ming said in a deep voice.

He is usually a serious person and rarely jokes with them; he is more serious when he is in class.

This will bring down his face, and the whole Class Eight will fall into a dead silence.

Hang Yiwei glanced at Zhong Ming.

"I told you to let go, didn't you hear?" Zhong Ming repeated again.

Hang Yiwei also felt that it was not a problem to cover up like this, could he still tear up the paper in front of Zhong Ming?

Hang Yiwei retracted his hand.

Zhong Ming picked up the paper, glanced at it, frowned slightly, then threw the paper back on Hang Yiwei's desk without saying anything.

"Be serious in class." Zhong Ming said calmly.

Hang Yiwei was taken aback, Zhong Ming didn't lose his temper?

He nodded belatedly, and responded with a slow answer.

When get out of class was over, Qiao Zhuo and Zhao Xianxian rushed up first, "Dahang, what did you do just now?"

Hang Yiwei flipped through the math paper, "No reason, go play with your own."

Zhao Xianxian pouted, "Big Joe, let's go to the bathroom."

Qiao Zhuo was shocked, "No, I'm a man, how can I go to the toilet with you?"

Zhao Xianxian thought that Qiao Zhuo had just said nonsense, and dragged him away.

After they left, Hang Yiwei frowned and opened a corner of the paper. He just drew a Q version of Santa Claus on the paper. It was the costume he passed by when he came to school with Xiao Yin this morning. Saw it from the shop window.

Zhong Ming didn't say that he was absent from class.

"Fang Kun, can't we have a Christmas party on Christmas?" Xue Qingming shouted from behind.

Fang Kun is the monitor of the eighth class, he is very good at dealing with others, and he is deeply loved by the eighth class.But perhaps the most important reason is that he is also fun.

That's eight classes.

Fang Kun twirled his pen, and while brushing the math paper, he responded directly, "The old lady didn't say so, so I shouldn't open it."

what……

Class eight suddenly wailed.

"I didn't open it in the first year of high school, and I won't open it in the second year of high school and the third year of high school."

No. [-] Middle School has always paid attention to learning. If they don't hold this kind of party in the first year of high school, even if they want to hold it in the second and third year of high school, the school will not approve it at all.

"Squad leader, please tell the old aunt. I think the old aunt will agree."

Someone urged loudly.

Fang Kun groaned, "My aunt will definitely not agree. He was scolded again in our monthly exam last time. If we still have a Christmas party this month, my aunt will be scolded even worse next time."

The people in Class [-] fell silent.

They are all kind children, and they all understand how difficult it is for a strong man to be abominable.

Hang Yiwei is not interested in the Christmas party. If he has time to hold a party, he might as well give him a holiday.

"Hey." Just when the eighth class was silent, Lin Fengya's clear voice came from the door, "Do you want to have a Christmas party? Can we have two classes together?"

She was already good-looking, but she looked like a fairy when she smiled.

"Goddess, come in, let's discuss it!" Fang Kun was the first to call out.

Lin Fengya smiled and nodded, "Wait a minute, right away." Then she walked to Hang Yiwei first, "Brother Hang, don't you want to see my grandpa?"

Her familiar attitude made Hang Yiwei look at her immediately, "No need."

Lin Fengya immediately became anxious, "Don't, my grandpa really wants to see you. Just go, just New Year's Day, let my brother bring you here."

She tugged at his clothes, and Hang Yiwei couldn't refuse with his coquettish and pitiful look.

"Let's talk later."

Lin Fengya pursed her lips, "I'll let my brother tell you."

After leaving this sentence, she ran to find Fang Kun.

Zhang Ya, who was sitting in the second row, was very surprised when she heard the conversation, "Dahang, when did you get so familiar with Lin Fengya?"

Hang Yiwei frowned, said in a deep voice that he was not so familiar, then got up and walked out.

The author has something to say:

I went to stroke the cat, and it just swayed and swayed beside me, and occasionally walked around on the keyboard. Tomorrow it will be big/thick/long!