Prosperous White Lotus Planting Manual

During class in the afternoon, Zhuo Wen was visibly restless.

Xu Hanchang didn't discover it, and he didn't care if Diagene did.

Today the head teacher announced a more important thing, that is, the school will hold the autumn sports meeting soon.

"Theoretically speaking, we should actively participate and win glory for the class. But everyone is also very clear about their identities. You are all top students, and you are the students who want to win the top prize for our school, so..."

After talking about it a few times, the bottom line is that someone needs to participate, but students with good grades can't.

Except for Xu Hanchang, the grades of the other class cadres are all in the middle of the class.

"Let's go to the sports committee." Wu Kangxuan, who was previously elected as a labor committee member, raised his hand to propose and said boldly.

The homeroom teacher didn't pick on Wu Kangxuan's impoliteness, because he also thought it was appropriate for Xu Hanchang to go.

"Teacher, I am willing to participate on behalf of the class." Xu Hanchang calmed down, and he glanced at Wu Kangxuan.

He found that since he didn't sit next to Wu Kangxuan when he chose a seat last time, basically he always had to find fault with himself, or look at himself with strange eyes.

But Xu Hanchang didn't take the other party's hostility to heart, he was an upright old man, who else could be fooled.

"Okay, then you can apply for self-study tonight." The head teacher accepted this suggestion very coldly, and began to talk about the next monthly exam.

Xu Hanchang's deskmate is a little nerd, not tall, and his grades are just a little better than Xu Hanchang's in the class, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in such a position.

He has never talked much, and sometimes Xu Hanchang would worry if he is intermittently dumb or autistic if he doesn't speak for a whole day.But today he took the initiative to talk to Xu Hanchang: "That Wu Kangxuan has a small mind, you have to be careful of him."

Xu Hanchang nodded with a smile, and thanked his deskmate, but the deskmate who had died of social fear threw himself into the arms of the textbook again in panic.

"Brother Xu, borrow the dictionary." Zhuo Wen saw that he was chatting with his deskmate, and patted him on the shoulder unhappily.

"Don't you have it yourself, you want Chinese?" Xu Hanchang complained, but he had already brought him a dictionary in his hand.

Zhuo Wen kicked back the dictionary that had just been thrown on the ground: "I can't find it."

Cheng Yan supported his forehead and frowned while doing his homework.

Mental illness, annoying to death.

Xu Hanchang was interrupted by him, so he stopped talking to his tablemate.There was still the last night of self-study, so he had to quickly copy the wrong physics questions.

Zhuo Wen had finished his homework, and had nothing else to do, so he casually studied Xu Hanchang's dilapidated dictionary.

The paper is very thin, the printed characters are not clear, and it smells like inferior ink.Zhuo Wen flipped through it in disgust, and suddenly a piece of paper caught his attention.

625, 57, a.

It was a folded note, through the creases that were still there after being flattened, Zhuo Wen seemed to see Xu Hanchang tossing and turning insanely while holding the note.

this!yes!who!Write!of!

Zhuo Wen was outraged, could it be some kind of cipher text that we had agreed upon?He held the note up to the light and observed it carefully.

Cheng Yan watched his abnormal movements with his mouth wide open, wanting to ask him what he wanted to do.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to speak, Zhuo Wen frantically rolled up the paper into a ball, and tore the paper into pieces bit by bit.

Cheng Yan swallowed, lowered his head and continued with his homework.

Zhuo Wen stared at the back of Xu Hanchang who was concentrating on studying, and sneered in his heart.With such beautiful handwriting, I am afraid it is a girl.

Yes, Xu, Han, Chang.