Beta was teased by me

Seeing the imminent battle at the rear of the classroom with black eyes, he walked over quickly and pulled Lu Xiuyang back like a hen guarding its cubs: "Sheng Cifan, what about your classroom discipline?"

Sheng Cifan wanted to curse, but he didn't dare. He held back, looked wary at the man with dark circles under his eyes, and raised the exercise booklet in his hand: "Lu Xiuyang lost his exercise booklet, I'll pick it up for him."

The back table stretched out his hand, palm up, and said lightly, "Thank you."

Sheng Cifan rolled up the book, held it up high, and put it down gently under the scrutiny of the dark circles, "You're welcome."

The black-eyed stared at Sheng Cifan and sat down, then opened the book, and when walking towards the podium table, he turned his head every step, for fear that his precious first grader would be eaten alive by the bottom of the grader.

Sheng Cifan sneered, heartbroken at the degree of partiality of the people's teachers.

The end of the fourth period meant dinner, and a group of starving ghosts in the science classroom didn't even have time to pack their textbooks. As soon as the dark circles left, half of the class ran away.

Xie Fei is the most hungry person in the class. He usually eats snacks or buys snacks after class. If it's a meal, don't expect him to stay in the classroom for an extra second.

But in order to avoid bloody violence in the classroom, he hesitated, "Brother Sheng, are you going to eat?"

Sheng Cifan said with a cold face, "Which one to eat?"

Xie Fei twisted his two caterpillar-like eyebrows in confusion. Sheng Cifan was a picky eater. He was very picky. He didn't like to eat serious meals, but he liked to eat things that he couldn't get enough of in his eyes. If the two of them If he really wanted to eat together, he really couldn't think of a suitable one for a while.

Lu Xiuyang put on the pen cap, closed the book, "Let's eat pork rib porridge."

Xie Fei categorically vetoed it, shaking the fat on his face like a nightmare: "That won't work, I'll be hungry before the first class in the afternoon after eating pork rib porridge."

Sheng Cifan looked sleepy, took out a tissue and blew his nose: "Go by yourself."

Xie Fei saw that Sheng Cifan became sick again, and couldn't bear it: "Then I'll pack it for you?"

Sheng Cifan waved his hands, folded his arms on the table, buried his face, and ended the conversation.

Everyone was gone, Lu Xiuyang sat in Xie Fei's seat, put one hand on Sheng Cifan's table, pointed at the table with his fingertips: "Hey, let's eat."

Sheng Cifan muttered in dissatisfaction: "Can you stop disturbing my sleep?"

The voice is not loud, the nasal sound is strong, soft and moist, it is heard in the ears, and itches on the apex of the heart.

Lu Xiuyang chuckled, with a flattering taste: "I can't help it, I don't have a mobile phone or cash, and I don't have food if you don't go."

Sheng Cifan is very annoying, if you starve to death, you will be knocked down, and it will be over once and for all.But his body was extremely honest, he took out his mobile phone from the drawer with one hand, threw it on the table, and still buried his head.

There is never a password on his phone.

Half an hour later, Sheng Cifan, who was sleepy and staring, was harassed again, raised his head angrily, and was about to open his mouth to show the essence of the national curse, when a takeaway fell in front of him, and the word "fuck" stuck in his throat.

Lu Xiuyang opened the packaging bag, and thoughtfully handed over the spoon.

Sheng Cifan sniffed, but couldn't smell anything, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the note on the takeaway label: Pork rib porridge does not add onion, ginger, mushroom, coriander, and white radish.

A trace of warmth flowed through his heart, and his icy face softened a bit, but it was impossible to give people a good face directly, so he stirred the porridge with a spoon, "It's still at my expense."

"Yes, so take more." Lu Xiuyang sat back in his seat and smiled helplessly, "Remember to take your medicine later."

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There are only two classes scheduled for Friday afternoon, and the rest of the time is free for activities. You can choose to go home early or go to the playground to exercise. Anyway, you are absolutely free.

The bell rang, and Lao Huang put down the chalk on time, threw it into the box, put his hands on the podium table, and started nagging earnestly: "The weekend is coming, I hope everyone can maintain a good study state, next Friday will usher in For the new round of quizzes, we must take advantage of the weekend to review consciously, and pass the test to the level that our third class should have, do you have confidence?"

After an embarrassing collective silence, the acting squad leader Yang Wu took the lead and gave a few sparse responses: "Yes!"

Lao Huang hated that iron could not be made into steel, so he suddenly raised his voice: "Do you have confidence?"

There are still a few uneven answers: "Confidence~~~"

Lao Huang took out the first base test paper from the blue cloth bag he carried with him: "Since everyone is not confident enough, we will issue an extra test paper for physics."

The ostriches who were wilting like eggplants suddenly turned into monkeys, "Have confidence!"

That posture, that voice, resounded through the teaching building.

Lao Huang got off the podium with the papers, walked to the first group, counted them, and put them on the first table: "Pass it on."

Do the same thing, go to the second group, count points, and pass the paper, "Just have confidence, this paper will be a weekend gift for everyone, do it well, and comment next week."

The sound of passing the test paper was sputtering, and there were involuntary modal particles that everyone uttered after being tricked: "Cut~~"

"In order to stimulate everyone's desire to learn, we follow the example of a class and study in groups, sharing weal and woe." Lao Huang walked back to the podium table, touched his chin covered with fine stubble, "Take the first group as an example, the first three rows Six people form a group, and the next six people form another group, and everyone discusses and decides what the group leader says, and organizes their respective discussion groups, and after reporting to me, they can move freely."

Lao Huang likes to think about what happens once, and the bear children who finally made it to Friday just want to escape from the cage-like classroom without delay, so they are extremely active in wanting to complete the tasks assigned by Lao Huang as soon as possible.

But in Lao Huang's view, it was another way of saying that his children were very satisfied with his proposal and actively participated in the discussion. His plan was quite perfect.

Yang Wu and his tablemate were moved to the back half of the area. They turned their heads. Xie Feiaiying also turned his head in unison. Asleep or awake, Lu Xiuyang continued to focus on the questions as always.

A few people gathered around the back row, and Yang Wu took the lead to suggest: "Our team leader, why don't you just come with Mr. Lu?"

Lu Xiuyang still brushed his question bank calmly: "The king also has bronze that cannot be carried."

These words were eloquently pointed out, Sheng Cifan was stabbed until his hair exploded again, turned sideways, and slapped Lu Xiuyang's paper with a slap: "What do you mean?"

Lu Xiuyang took out the pressed paper, wrote the answer in the last space, and kept silent.

Ai Yingying stood up to put out the fire: "Ai ai ai, don't fight among yourself, calm down."

Yang Wu's deskmate was timid and introverted, he was so frightened by the tense scene in front of him, a few drops of cold sweat popped out on his smooth forehead one after another.

The fact that the first grader took a book and smashed the bottom grader had been fermenting in the forum all day, and it had evolved into a decisive battle between the two after school in Emei, a bloody fist exchange without tears.

At first, everything was peaceful all afternoon, and he began to agree with the nonsense of the poster, but in the current situation, he suddenly felt that he might become a troubled fish at any time.

Sheng Cifan clasped his hands together, pressed hard, and the knuckles made a "click" sound. Yang Wu's tablemate's legs softened, and he took a step back, holding the corner of the table to stand firm.

Sheng Cifan looked directly into the calm eyes of the other party: "Voting by public opinion, agree with Lu Xiuyang to be the team leader, raise your hand!"

Ai Yingying's slowly rising hand was scratched by Sheng Cifan's eye knife, and his wrist fell down due to loss of strength; Xie Fei looked at Yang Wu, Yang Wu looked at the same table, and the pale face of the same table was written - I dare not move!

Tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity made a "sizzling" sound in the eye contact between the two people. The other four witnessed the duel of martial arts masters' internal forces, thinking of ways to break the embarrassing situation, and fearing that the flames of war would be accidentally drawn. He blew himself up to nothing.

Lu Xiuyang tidied up the books, stood them up and tapped them twice: "The monitor will come."

"If you agree, raise your hand, raise your hand!" Xie Fei raised his hand, and raised Yang Wu's hand by the way.

Sheng Cifan hummed twice, and after the crowd dispersed, he blew upwards, blowing away the scattered hair on his forehead, revealing a red, swollen mark.

He was born with thin skin and tender flesh, especially the milky white skin on his face, and the slightest bump would look very abrupt.

He pointed at the evidence with an unkind expression: "Believe it or not, I'll tell Aunt Shen!"

Lu Xiuyang: ...

Sheng Cifan rubbed his sore eyes, and was about to turn back to pack his schoolbag, when the cool fingertips brushed over the bumps, the temperature was low, and he felt a little dry.

Lu Xiuyang leaned over and parted the broken hair. When he looked closely, he could find a small scratch that had scabbed over. It was very small, but a small piece of swelling around the scratch. The red eye ends gave birth to a sense of "I feel pity".

Rubbing the criminal evidence he left behind with his fingertips, his voice was clear and moist: "The bronze I'm talking about is Xie Fei and the others, not you."

Sheng Cifan still put on the airs of Young Master Jingui, maintaining aloofness: "That's right, Dad just doesn't want to learn..."

Lu Xiuyang calmly added a suffix, "You're scrap iron."

The blood all over his body seemed to reach boiling point in an instant, rushing to his limbs with rampant anger, Sheng Cifan grabbed Lu Xiuyang's wrist, the blood vessels on the back of his hand tensed up, and he was about to carry out the next violent action|violent action Paused, the villain living in his head told him: "Twist off his hand, Lao Sheng will peel your skin!"

The villain living in his heart fanned the flames: "Sheng Xiaofan, which one can bear and which one can't bear, this guy is Hong Guoguo's beating!"

The villain in his head: "But it is true that people say we are scrap iron!"

……

Lu Xiuyang patted the back of Sheng Cifan's hand lightly with the other hand, and said in a good-tempered manner: "Don't worry, I can move you."

The muscle lines on Sheng Cifan's arm trembled, and when his reason was about to burst, Yang Wu jumped over with his mobile phone in his arms, his eyes naturally fell on the three overlapping hands.

Wherever he looked, there was something vaguely... ambiguous?

Yang Wu's tongue couldn't be straightened: "Sheng, Brother Sheng, Mr. Lu, add, add a discussion group?"

Lu Xiuyang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on, scanned the code, and his actions flowed smoothly.

Sheng Cifan paused when he took out his phone, his eyes were filled with disbelief: "Your uncle, the phone is not broken!"

Lu Xiuyang: "My uncle's cell phone is not broken, and neither is mine."

Sheng Cifan joined the group chat, threw the phone into the table, and it rang twice.

Hold!Playing with Dad is very easy!

A few boxes of medicine, a bowl of porridge, and the goodwill accumulated with great difficulty were wiped out.

No, it directly becomes -10086!

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