Xueba is as beautiful as a flower

Zhou Chen's behavior just now disgusted Zhong Chen to the extreme, he immediately moved to the side, clenched his fists as if his whole body was covered with thorns.

Zhou Chen came over and explained: "Little dumb, I just said that for the sake of our safety, otherwise the old woman would not have made us stand as a punishment!"

Really?Zhong Chen didn't move, but his clenched fist loosened a little.

Seeing that Zhong Chen seemed to be loose, Zhou Chen continued his efforts, and continued: "Look, I'm just joking with you, and you take it seriously."

joke?Kick my chair are you kidding me?

"Little mute, you can do it. You dare to provoke an old woman. You dare to walk out of class like this. I didn't dare to provoke her like that!"

Wasn't forced by you little bastard...

"Little dumb, a good student like you has never been punished for standing?"

I don't have the experience of a bastard like you...

Zhou Chen chattered for a long time, Zhong Chen finally couldn't listen anymore, and said: "You are very noisy, shut up."

Zhou Chen leaned over and smiled, "Little mute, are you finally willing to talk to me?"

Warm breath sprayed against his ear, as if he was not used to being so close to people, Zhong Chen turned his head away, the corners of his mouth curled up in a stubborn arc, and the broken hair on his forehead fell down.

Zhou Chen chased after him persistently, as if he wanted to find a way to continue, when he suddenly saw Zhong Chen's messy bangs on his forehead, he pointed to his face and said, "Hey, little dumb, your bangs are blocking your eyes, let me help you!" mess around."

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked the bangs on his forehead.

Before Zhou Chen brushed away the broken hair, Zhong Chen retreated reflexively.

Zhou Chen was taken aback, but the tactile sensation from just now remained vaguely. The skin touched by his fingers was unexpectedly smooth, and a strange feeling crossed his heart.

Zhong Chen seemed to feel that his reaction was too intense, and couldn't help but raise his head. It happened to meet Zhou Chen's eyes. Those eyes were deep and bright, like a deep pool, and he couldn't help lowering his head in panic.

Zhou Chen was stunned.

At that moment, he remembered that the pupils were very big and black, clear and clear, but they were confined in the square frame, unable to bloom the brilliance they should have, which made him want to get rid of the dirt. The urge to take off the broken glasses.

The wind blew in along the window, blowing away the bangs on Zhong Chen's forehead, revealing his white and smooth forehead.

Zhou Chen exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent: "Little dumb, you are so white!"

He lowered his body and tried to raise Zhong Chen's face, but Zhong Chen was a little at a loss and turned his head to avoid it.

At this time, the bell rang.

Seeing people pouring out from the door, Zhong Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

Shen Tong came over, looked at Zhou Chen, with sparkling eyes, and softly called out, "Brother Chen..."

When Zhou Chen saw the beautiful woman, he immediately stood up straight, and shouted with a smile, "Little Tong!"

Shen Tong sniffed and said, "Brother Chen, you have suffered..."

Zhou Chen touched the back of his head, and said nonchalantly, "What kind of suffering is this! Why don't you just stand for a while? Your Brother Chen has never been punished for standing!"

The thin man came out to announce the good news to Zhou Chen: "Brother Chen, the physics teacher said that you don't need to be punished to stand!"

"Is it true?! Damn it! The old woman has opened up..." Zhou Chen was about to cheer with joy.

Before Zhou Chen finished cheering, the fat man added in a timely manner: "Brother Chen, don't be too happy, the physics teacher said that you two should each write a [-]-word self-criticism and give it to her tomorrow."

Zhou Chen's face collapsed immediately, and he shouted, "Damn it! Why are you still writing a self-criticism report! I still have [-] words for Xiao Cui'er!"

Seeing the gloating expression on Fatty's face, he rolled his eyes and said, "How about... Bajie, how about you, Houzi and Laosha with three thousand characters each?"

The fat man stared round his eyes and wailed: "No, brother Chen, this is three thousand words, three thousand words!"

Zhou Chen hammered the fat man's limp chest hard, and shouted: "Why howling! Do you want to add [-] more push-ups? Hold it back for me! It's not in vain! Brother Chen treats you to dinner later!"

The fat man covered his chest and cried out in pain: "It hurts so much! Brother Chen, my chest is not your punching bag!"

The skinny man who was used to writing self-criticisms for Zhou Chen didn't say much, he just asked, "Brother Chen, don't you just have two self-criticisms? Why do you want us to write three?"

Zhou Chen explained: "Isn't there still a little mute? Whatever happened today, I was responsible for him, and he was fined to stand. If you can't do the review report, let him write it yourself! That little mute is so thin, with no arms. Two taels of meat, write a [-]-word review report, and you have to write it by hand!"

The fat man expressed his disdain: "Brother Chen, come on, who doesn't know that weird guy knows how to do the questions every day, and the [-]-word review report can stump him?"

Zhou Chen frowned, and said in disapproval: "How do you talk? What kind of weird guy, he has a name, called... what is it called..."

It's over, he committed this mistake again, and he was punished to stand together, and he didn't even know what he was called...

So, he turned his head and wanted to ask the little mute's name, but found that the little mute had left without knowing when.

After that, people kept coming out to comfort Zhou Chen, until the class bell rang, Zhou Chen was surrounded by a group of people and walked into the classroom. He glanced around and saw the little mute writing something on the seat.

After sending the brothers back to their seats, he walked over, leaned his elbow on Zhong Chen's desk, and said with a smile, "Little dumb, what are you writing?"

Zhong Chen was taken aback, and quickly reached out to cover the notebook on his desk.

Seeing the little mute's reaction, Zhou Chen became curious, and immediately pushed Zhong Chen's thin arm away, snatched the book, and read the words on it aloud: "Review-review-book?"

Zhong Chen's small face was flushed, he reached out to grab the notebook in Zhou Chen's hand, and shouted, "Give it back to me!"

Relying on his height and long legs, Zhou Chen slid the little mute around.

Zhong Chen was a head shorter than Zhou Chen, and he couldn't reach the book, so he could only stare at the person who played him, and gritted his teeth angrily.

At this time, the chemistry teacher walked in, and the classroom immediately fell silent.

Zhou Chen reacted very quickly, took a step with his long legs, and sat back in his seat.

When the chemistry teacher started the lecture with her gentle voice, Zhong Chen quietly turned his head, stared at Zhou Chen, and said with red eyes, "Give me back my notebook!"

"Really angry?"

Seeing Zhong Chen's red eyes, Zhou Chen suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem, and flipped through the notebook in his hand. In addition to the page where he wrote the self-criticism, this notebook also contained the notes of various subjects made by Zhong Chen, which were densely packed. Very detailed.

Zhou Chen turned back to the page of the self-criticism, swipe it, tore off the page, returned the book to Zhong Chen, and said to him: "You are not allowed to write any more self-criticism, you are right, you are not allowed to write to that old woman." review, you know?"

Zhong Chen took the notebook, pursed his lips without speaking, and turned his head away.

Looking at the slender figure, Zhou Chen unfolded the page in his hand, with neat and delicate handwriting.

Hello teacher, I'm Zhong Chen, I interrupted your class on impulse today, please forgive me...

It turned out that the little mute was called Zhong Chen.

The corners of the lips curled up.

The thin man was a little confused, what happened to Brother Chen?How can you giggle for a long time just looking at a piece of paper?

The fat man also raised his head to look at Zhou Chen, then continued to stare at the three characters of the self-criticism in a daze, biting his pen and angrily thinking: Brother Chen is too much!Asking them to help write the review report, I laughed so happily!

Zhong Chen looked at his notebook with a page torn off, picked up his pen and wanted to write something, paused, put the notebook aside, took out a question book from the desk, and started to write.

As the bell rang for the end of the last class, the students walked out of the classroom one by one with their schoolbags on their backs.

The fat man and the thin man waved to Zhou Chen while walking out with their schoolbags on their backs: "Brother Chen, let's go!"

Zhou Chen waved his hand symbolically: "Bye bye! Bajie, you go back and practice push-ups. You three are thinking about giving me what you promised me tomorrow!"

As soon as these words were finished, the three young men who had been alive and kicking suddenly drooped their heads.

"Understood Brother Chen!"

"Brother Chen is inhuman, inhuman!"

"Brother Chen, you are a landlord of the exploiting class in ancient times!"

Zhou Chen laughed angrily, and threatened with his fists: "Shut up, you three! You are looking for cuts!"

Huzi from the next class held the ball and shouted at the door, "Brother Chen, are you going to play?"

Zhou Chen replied loudly: "Wait, I'll be there in a while!"

Zhong Chen packed his things silently, as if he was deaf to everything outside.

When he packed his things, picked up his schoolbag and got up to leave, Zhou Chen suddenly stretched out his long arms and grabbed Zhong Chen's schoolbag strap.

Zhong Chen was pulled back by this, and immediately fell back on the back of the chair. He turned his head angrily, only to see the handsome young man stretching out his hand to him. His wheat-colored skin seemed to have a layer of gold under the setting sun, and the corners of his mouth were grinning wide. Baring a mouthful of white teeth, "Hi! Zhong Xiaochen, let's get to know each other again. My name is Zhou Chen. How about it? Do you want to be friends with Brother Chen?"

The author has something to say: Thanks: Thanks to the little angel Qingchi for dripping the nutrient solution, the author is so happy!I love you so much! !

Small Theater: On How to Cultivate a Wife-protecting Maniac

Bajie: Brother Chen is too much!Don't ask that weird guy to write a review, ask us to write it!

Zhou Chen: That's my daughter-in-law, can you compare with my daughter-in-law?

Flat head: Brother Chen, brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes!

Zhou Chen: Dare to say that Xiaochen is clothes?Court death!

Crew-haired coweringly grabbing the corner of the fat man's clothes: Brother Chen is so scary QAQ

PS: Xiaochen's inner drama is very rich, hhh Chen Niu wants to be friends with Xiaochen!Will Xiaochen agree to pinch? (Let me tell you first: Xiaochen is very beautiful, but no one has noticed yet hhh) See you tomorrow at [-]:[-] in the next chapter!Continue to look forward to Ni Mengdi's message, Ni Mengdi's message is the author's motivation!