I have an online dating relationship with the school grass next door

Regardless of whether Duan Han will attend the competition cram school or not, Lin Xiaoyang will definitely attend anyway.Lao Luo called Ms. Ke and didn't know how to sell it. Ms. Ke agreed without even half a stutter.

You must know that Lin Xiaoyang is now able to be like a dog in his free time, and most of the credit is due to Ms. Ke, the "no cram school theory".

"You don't understand again, how can this be called a cram school." Lao Luo's old god was there, "This is a competition class, a place for self-improvement, different from those cram schools outside, different."

Lin Xiaoyang had nothing to say.

He left Lao Luo's office, took some change and slipped out of the school to the back door to eat.The back door of the school didn't close until 06:30. He ordered a Korean bibimbap and bought a drink of happy water.

The street at the back gate of the school is dedicated to serving students, and there are all kinds of catering culture. There are two or three stores in Chenguang Stationery alone, and the decoration is so good that you copy me and I copy him.

There were not many students eating at this point, and the meal was served quickly, and Lin Xiaoyang's bibimbap was served in front of him in no time.

He took a spoon from the chopstick holder, and before he could swallow the first bite, someone slapped his right shoulder gently.

"Is the food good?"

Sun Lei smiled and pulled the plastic chair to sit next to him, and poked Lin Xiaoyang's forehead with his finger: "The cafeteria can't accommodate you anymore?"

"Oh, brother, look at your words." Lin Xiaoyang shrank back, "Why did you come to the back door for dinner today, the family can't take care of you?"

"..." Sun Lei was speechless, "I haven't finished my lunch yet. Do you think everyone is hungry after eating like you? Like..."

Lin Xiaoyang blinked his eyes, and Sun Lei swallowed the word "pig".

After all, no one's pigs can be so slender that they look thin even in school uniforms.

Sun Lei changed the subject: "The exam next Thursday, are you ready?"

Lin Xiaoyang: "Didn't I just finish the competition?"

"I warn you not to prevaricate me with competitions." Sun Lei couldn't listen to him using this as an excuse, "Competition competitions, optics and physics don't teach biology? I don't even require biology to pass, you give me a forty or fifty exam That's good too!"

When it comes to Lin Xiaoyang's biology scores, Sun Lei is bald. This kid is good at everything, but the biology is serious. Forty multiple-choice questions made [-] mistakes, and the scores are so miserable that they can't be read.

"Okay, okay, I'm running for the forty exams, so I don't embarrass Teacher Sun, okay?" Lin Xiaoyang hurriedly apologized, and it took him a long time to send the ancestor with the surname Sun away, heaving a sigh of relief.

Sun Lei was their homeroom teacher, he was a nice person, but he kept a close eye on Lin Xiaoyang.

Also, a class teacher who teaches biology has a cap of [-] for outstanding physics students in the class.

Lin Xiaoyang took a sip of the happy water, and his whole body felt bitter.

After eating and drinking, he headed home, Lin Xiaoyang went back to the classroom and unplugged his phone charger, spread out a biology textbook on the table, and quietly read the news on the table.

There is a monthly exam next week, and after the monthly exam is over, the school community summit will be the next week.Lin Xiaoyang glanced at the community group, and a group of people were arguing about the program of the community summit.

The drama club is an old club in the school, and the annual club summit is a time to shine.Last year, the school took advantage of the trend and established a hip-hop club, which is very popular among the students.

That's why the drama club is extremely nervous about this summit this year - no!able!leave!Face!

Lin Xiaoyang was too lazy to crawl through the records, so he moved his finger and sent a "?".

Their drama club has always been the face of the No. [-] Middle School, and Lin Xiaoyang is also the face of the drama club. The face is the face of the No. [-] Middle School. If you round it up, he is the face of the No. [-] Middle School.

But at this moment, the halo of his facade was ineffective, and his news was lost in the vast sea of ​​news as soon as it was sent out, and he was pushed away without a trace in an instant.Only the president saw him with piercing eyes, blocked all the staff with a backhand, and let him out: [Brother Yang! 】

Lin Xiaoyang: "..."

There is no need to perform such a great gift.

"Duan Han, someone is looking for you."

The girl standing at the door chatting turned around and shouted.Duan Han put down his pen and stood up. The Minister of Culture and Sports at the door saw him like a motherless child seeing his mother, and jumped on the spot with joy: "Duan Duan! Come on!"

"What's the matter?" Duan Han walked out the door, and was immediately pulled into his arms by the Minister of Culture and Sports with his shoulders hooked.

The minister of culture and sports, with a height of 1.9 meters and a mind of three and a half years old, who weighed two hundred catties and still regarded himself as a cute and pitiful child, hooked Duan Han at this time, and half his life was lost.

"The reading month is here, and Lao Sun asked us to discuss activities. You have to take a look, saying that it is more formal."

"..."

There is a real reading month, but it is officially estimated to be a lie.Lao Sun just wanted to push the matter to him, the miserable chairman, so he couldn't find any excuses.

"I think it's ok, you can get the teacher's stamp from the student office, and you can go straight to it after the report is over." Duan Han hastily browsed through it, and there is no big problem: "For the money, take the clockwork and ask the secretariat for reimbursement." If you want to pay in advance, go to Lao Sun, and he will handle it."

The minister of culture and sports happily agreed, blushing.

Duan Han thought for a while, and added: "For the post-reading event, remember to collect good books, "Jin Ping Mei" is not good, focus on criticism."

Minister of Culture and Sports: "..."

Do you have any misunderstandings about the recommended bibliography for junior high school students?

After dealing with this matter, Duan Han went back to his seat to do his homework.

Jin Ping Mei is really not a joke. There was an event before, and some students handed in [-] words about Jin Ping Mei after reading it. It was so touching that Lao Sun trembled.

It's not that they are not allowed to write, but No. [-] Middle School is located in the urban area anyway, so there is no way to move Qiu Mingshan here.

His homework is almost done, and the last English words are left to be copied.Duan Han looked at the densely packed words and letters on the book, and took out his mobile phone.

There just happened to be an unread message from Yangzai.

Yangzai: [Our club is going to perform, so it's so troublesome to choose a play [Yangyang collapses]]

Ahan: [What's wrong? 】

Yangzi: [I don’t know what to play! !So many notebooks! 】

Duan Han still didn't come out of the memory just now, he felt dizzy when he saw the book, and when his hands trembled, the news went back.

Ahan: [Jin Ping Mei. 】

Lamb: [? ? ? 】

Lin Xiaoyang was so frightened that his hands trembled, the phone slammed into the belly of the table, and the screen kissed the wooden board affectionately.

He didn't expect that A-han turned out to be such a cold.

Yangzi: [Is it not too good? ? 】

【no. 】

Lin Xiaoyang was dazzled.

Ahan: [I made a typo, it’s not Jin Ping Mei, I was distracted [Sheep wants to die]]

Lin Xiaoyang stared at the chatting expression of the paralyzed goat on the screen for a long time before he recovered.

Ahan: 【You believe me. 】

Yangzai: 【...Okay. 】

scared to death.

Lin Xiaoyang just had a big ups and downs, and he couldn't bear it.

I heard that the control is very strict now, he is really afraid that when he wakes up tomorrow, he and Ahan's account is gone.

The author has something to say: good water (hit yourself)

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