his little warmth

Chapter 40 Warm taste

The autumn sun is warm and warm, and the warm sunshine pours down through the heavy branches.

The shadows of the trees underground are mottled with life, and the sky is high with light white clouds and billowing waves. At this time, autumn is in full swing, carrying a strong sense of tiredness, and it is the time when spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking.

When the school bell rang, the students who were sleeping in the audience still did not move.

The teacher with a slicked back hair stepped onto the podium and pulled them out of Duke Zhou's gathering with a lecture.

The students yawned and shouted.

"Teacher, this season is suitable for sleeping. I am tired in spring and tired in autumn."

"That's right, not to mention that we are asked to make up lessons early on weekends. We are already miserable."

Hey!
The big-backed teacher raised his eyebrows.

It's okay if they don't mention this, but he gets angry when they mention it.

"If you hadn't failed in all subjects, do you need to make up classes? I usually tell you to listen to the classes and take the exams well!"

"How did you do in my exam later? I bet you turned a deaf ear to what I said, right?"

When he met these disobedient students, he really lost a few hairs!
Teacher Big Beitou cursed softly on the stage, while the students below listened drowsily.

In fact, what students like to listen to most is the teacher's teaching.

It's one thing whether you can listen or not, but it's true that if you procrastinate, you don't have to go to class.

It's a pity that Teacher Big Beitou only nagged a few words and stopped talking.

"Okay, now let's take roll call. The students whose names are called should be there."

He picked up the list and glanced back and forth from the stage.

The student's performance is secondary, the most important thing is the student's attitude.

He would like to see who dares to miss even a make-up class!
Everyone forced themselves to sit upright with drowsiness, but their minds had already drifted to Jiuchongtian.

Scattered "to" sounded.

It stopped abruptly when he thought of Cheng Mu.

"Cheng Mu."

"Cheng Mu!"

Teacher Da Beitou read a few more times, but there was no response from the audience.

People are really absent.

The big-backed teacher's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly.

I didn’t expect there to be such bad students!
Where has this person gone? !
……

At the same time, the person who was supposed to be studying in the classroom was ten miles away, holding Wenxiang Nephrite in his arms and smiling proudly.

Cheng Mu hugged Jiang Nuanxing and struggled with him for a long time. After getting an agreement to have dinner together at noon, he contentedly let him go.

Jiang Nuanxing suppressed the heat on his face and returned to the classroom.

I was just too shy to ask him why he suddenly appeared here.

In fact, Jiang Nuanxing hasn't seen him for two days.

He didn't come to school for two days, and he didn't know what he was doing.

There was one person missing in the class, but no one paid any attention to it, as if they were all used to it. Jiang Nuanxing was left confused and no one could ask him about it.

What's up with him?
are you sick?
But he looked very energetic.

spirit.

Spirit.

The chord in Jiang Nuanxing's heart moved slightly, and she unconsciously thought of the scene just now.

The strength of the boy's hold on her was frightening, and her nose was filled with his breath.

Fresh, comfortable and warm.

It was the warm smell of standing under the sun for a long time.

What's more, the two of them were so close, and their skins were in contact with each other. The hot temperature seemed to burn her whole body through her clothes.

Jiang Nuanxing calmed down and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

If you think about it again, your heart will become confused.

The classroom was still noisy, and no one remembered the episode just now, like a stone dropped into water.

Jiang Nuanxing sat down in his seat. Chi Yan beside him had already written the composition, with the elegant fonts arranged neatly.

This is the authentic Xingkai script.

The ligatures are so beautiful. Excellent people really have perfect details.

Jiang Nuanxing didn't think anything of it and continued to write the unfinished homework.

Chi Yan on the side spoke to her.

(End of this chapter)