Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 27 Ling Chuyang or Ling Puchu

"Everyone, today's first class is a Chinese class, and the Chinese test papers before the winter vacation have been handed out."

Who is it? It's noisy.

Ling Chuyang looked up and saw Ling Puchu was standing in front of the podium, with a round face and a smile that became even more rounded, then lowered his head, took out the earphones from the drawer and put them in his ears.

"A friendly reminder, everyone, there are still 13 minutes. Please check your Chinese test papers as soon as possible and correct the answers to the wrong questions."

"Cut—" Tang Ji rolled his eyes.

If you have the answer in advance, what do you need the teacher to do?Really, superfluous.

He took the test paper and covered his face, and leaned against Ling Chuyang's body.

Composition, how to answer it?

There are still 13 minutes, which is just right, and we can delay for a while.

"Let's review the style of the Chinese teacher's class," Ling Puchu on the podium looked around the classroom, "When you ask questions, you will—"

"Say - answer - answer directly."

There was a chorus of responses in the classroom.

"No-whatever-right-wrong."

"Oh, it's kind of interesting." Tang Ji pulled the test paper off his face and glanced sideways at the people on the podium.

Yo, it was the girl with the round face and round glasses who approached her with a smile on her face. She never felt like she was going to come down, and she was still talking, "No way—"

"Say - no - yes." Someone in the classroom responded, and then someone laughed.

"Okay, then everyone get ready for class." The person on the podium walked down with a smile.

You can do this.Interesting.

Looking at the cute smile on this face, compared to the loud voice just now, and the small temper in the corridor, oh, this girl has changed her face quickly.

Tang Ji raised his hand and poked the flat-headed boy in front of him, "Who is that?"

"Which one?" The boy in front turned his head and pushed the little black glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"The one who just spoke on the podium, the girl with the round face."

"Oh, she." The little boy with black glasses and a flat head, blinked his eyes, paused, and said, "I don't know."

Tang Ji, who was waiting intently for his reply, almost choked when he heard this answer.

What's the matter, when you talk, can you stop panting so hard? !
Tang Ji twitched the corner of his mouth, patted his chest, and glanced at the little boy with a flat head: "What's your name? Little handsome guy?"

"Me? My name is Xu Renming, Yan Wuxu, kind benevolent, bright and bright. I'm from the sophomore ([-]) class." After Xu Renming finished speaking, he blinked his eyes and asked Tang Ji, "What's your name, Mr. handsome guy?"

Tang Ji pointed to the name on the Chinese test paper: Tang Ji.

handsome huh?Okay, still can chat!
"Oh. It's that name." Xu Renming leaned his head forward, then smiled, "I can't see clearly, what is Tang?"

After listening to him, Tang Ji suddenly had the urge to beat someone, calm down!

Tang Ji showed his sunny smile: "I am Tang Ji, Tang of the Tang Dynasty, Yu Qiji."

"He?" Xu Renming pointed to Ling Chuyang, who was sleeping soundly.

"Ling Chuyang." Tang Ji said calmly. He probably didn't know Xu Renming, but he heard Xu Renming whisper, "Oh! It's him."

"Do you know?" Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang and then at Xu Renming.

Okay, is Xiao Yangyang a celebrity on campus now?
"I don't know." Xu Renming pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and paused, "But, I've heard of it."

OK, you are great.

Tang Ji shook his head, today, there is no way to chat.

Oh, off topic again.

"Who is that girl? Ask."

"Oh." Xu Renming responded, turned around and poked the classmates in the front row, then looked back at Tang Ji, "Ling Puchu."

"What's it called?" Tang Ji didn't hear clearly for a while, and blinked, "Which words and how did you write them?"

"Ling - Meng - Chu -" Ling Chuyang, who was beside him, glanced at Tang Ji, and said word by word, "Can you all be quiet, it's noisy."

"Aren't you asleep? What are you listening to?" Tang Ji took the earplugs in Ling Chuyang's ears.

No sound?

cut!He raised his hand and threw it away again!
It was a sleepover!
"Tang Ji," Xu Renming handed over a book and pointed to the words on it, "It's these words."

"Thank you. Let's read the Chinese test paper. We will have class in a while." Tang Ji leaned forward and laughed instantly.

Seeing Xu Renming turn his head, Tang Ji couldn't help laughing, and slapped Ling Chuyang while laughing.

"You are very noisy today." Ling Chuyang leaned against the wall again.

"Ling-meng-chu!! Do you want to go back to aunt and uncle, is she your long-lost sister?"

Tang Ji almost burst into tears with laughter, and with such a similar name, it seemed that he suddenly understood what the target in the corridor meant.

Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji, pouted slightly, didn't say anything, yawned, and continued to "doze off".

"Hahaha, Ling Chuyang, Ling Puchu," Tang Ji repeated, "there are such similar names in the world, I can count them as seeing them today."

"Smile P. It's not over, isn't it?" Ling Chuyang picked up a book and smashed it at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji smiled, dodged with a flash.

The book slammed and fell to the ground behind Tang Ji.

"Yo, you two, you're good at it." A high female voice with a smile rang out beside her.

who?So flamboyant.

Ling Chuyang turned his head to the side, and saw a long black trench coat that almost swept the floor, and a slender hand appeared in front of him. In the direction of the target, the book he just threw away - a new Chinese textbook.

"Students, textbooks are weapons of knowledge, not sharp weapons. You have violated the school motto of solidarity and fraternity."

"Black Trench Coat" smiled and put the book on the table in front of Ling Chuyang. Before he could clearly see "Black Trench Coat"'s face, the man had already walked towards the front of the classroom.

"Who is that?"

Ling Hechu and Tang Ji looked at each other, then tacitly bowed down to each other, lowered their heads, took the book, and buried their heads in front of the desk.

Wouldn't it be the language teacher of class 5? !

It is said that the language teacher of class 5 loves long coats, black long clothes.

(End of this chapter)