Proper Feeding Methods for Transfer Students

To be honest, Song Yang never thought of keeping a distance when he said it at the time, and ended up shooting himself in the foot.

That day, Song Yang put away his clothes and went to run around the playground without waiting for the blue fur.After running around, her face was still a little hot. Seeing the transfer student coming, she went out from the small turnout first.I took a detour and jogged all the way back to the dormitory, and I had enough exercise time for 10 minutes.I went back to the dormitory and changed into my regular clothes, took a few materials from the night train in the dormitory, and took them to the classroom.

As soon as I sat down in the classroom, I received a text message from the transfer student, "Squad leader, what do you mean?"

Song Yang felt panicked, and he didn't know why, but if he wanted to speak harshly to her, he would feel uncomfortable first, so he only replied four words: "More than one meter."

This was originally not a question, and there was no need to answer it, but Shangguan Jin still replied: "Okay."

Holding these two words in her hands, she was in a daze for a long time.

The four classes in the morning are full.

Today, the blue-haired man didn't know why, but he had a lot of questions, and he raised his hand to ask questions after a while, and raised his hands to ask questions after a while.Fortunately, it wasn't the kind that caused trouble. It was basically on the idea, and it was praised by the teacher.

At noon, Song Yang looked back and saw Lan Mao with a cute smile on his face, so he could only go out through the front door.The determination to bring her back from the bar no matter what happened that day, I don't know where it went.What is the reason for this inexplicable desire to escape now?

Anyway, she has been asking questions for so many years, and she has never encountered such a problem.

After taking a seat in the cafeteria, Song Yang and Li Meimei sat at the same table, and Diandian sat at the next table with Xiaokui. When she saw Lan Maoer coming from a distance, Diandian waved to her, "Hey, Xiaolan, this way."

As a result, Lan Mao came over with a plate grinning. Seeing Song Yang, he put the plate down, opened his arms, and measured the two tables.

Diandian looked surprised: "What are you doing?"

Shangguan Jin touched his chin and replied, "See if there is one meter."

Chen smiled a bit: "What the hell?"

"I'll sit in this corner." Blue Hair said, "It's about one meter."

Xiaokui frowned, "Are you crazy? What is Yimi, please explain."

Lan Mao sat in the corner seat, held up his chopsticks and said, "Well, this is a philosophical distance. I can't say."

Everyone said she was sick.

Only Song Yang bowed his head and said nothing, eating a meal like Ling Chi.

The next day is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Teachers sympathize with the students and themselves, it's rare that they didn't procrastinate.

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