The school grass is slightly sweet

Chapter 7 The Sleeping Wind No. [-] Middle School Bought With Money

If there are any other requests, it's fine, this position is specially occupied by him for the moon.

On the right side of the classroom, it is ventilated and sunny. In front of two sliding glass windows, it is against the wall, and there is a half-stretched pillar covering it in front.

It is especially beneficial for the moon to study and sleep early and late without being caught by the teacher. No other position can achieve such a favorable time, place and people.

As soon as the boy's voice fell, the little girl's expression became a little stiff and embarrassed. Maybe she didn't expect that this sunny and generous boy would reject her request so bluntly and directly.

"That's... disturbing."

The little girl stumbled, nodded, and turned back from the third row.

The moon watched as her hair on both sides fell down, covering a little bit of redness on her cheeks, and she walked back in an orderly manner.

'You've got a big deal~'

Yue Yue pursed her lips, cast a teasing look at the marshal, and walked over to sit down.

The bench was hot for her.

"The new book hasn't been released yet. What kind of books are in your bag? Why is it so heavy?"

The marshal acted as if nothing had happened just now, still immersed in not seeing the moon for two months, like a curious cat about everything, reaching out to unzip her schoolbag.

"You can't understand even after reading it."

The moon didn't stop her, she just looked up at the few lines written on the blackboard: Classroom assembly at 7:30 in the evening, self-study in the evening.

In the excellent column next to it, there should be the model essays left over from the previous class. A few pages have been torn, but it can be vaguely seen that there are students from the first class and the second class.

The mobile red flags hanging on both sides are also very interesting, in February, April, June...

It is conceivable that the skipped months are all in the second class, which is even and regular. It seems that the second class of this class is really an evenly matched rival.

"Hey, why can't I understand, geniuses look down on people, don't they?"

The marshal gave her an unconvinced look, and the next second, the movement of stretching his hand to take the book from the schoolbag froze.

Wait, what the hell is this "Geospatial Information"?Why is it all in English?
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"I said how could he refuse you, it turns out he was saving a place for his girlfriend."

"When a man and a woman sit together, the teacher will separate them sooner or later, don't worry."

"It's more than that. The school spirit of Mianfeng No. [-] Middle School is so strict. How could they allow them to fall in love in the first year of high school? They will probably be scolded and break up."

"Yeah, it looks like the relationship is quite good. I guess we talked about it in junior high school. If this kind of person can still enter the first class, it's simply... an insult to us."

An empty classroom with only five people.

The voices of conversations from the two rows in the back came, the voices were very low, and the words could not be heard clearly, and the last few words were even more incoherent.

But Moon thinks with her little toes, and knows what they are talking about. It is nothing more than getting angry from embarrassment, and she feels uncomfortable if she doesn't slander her.

"Don't talk about it."

Between the two of them, the voice of the little girl who just came to switch positions finally rang out, with a hint of anger and grievance in her delicate voice.

Moon accidentally took out a small round mirror bought from a two-dollar store from the side pocket of her schoolbag, opened the lid, and narrowed her starry eyes.

In the mirror, next to the little girl, a girl with shawl and long hair squinted her eyes, whispering in her ear, every movement of her lips was reflected in the eyes of the moon.

"Why can't you say it, Jiaojiao, don't think that Mianfeng is too pure and holy.

But I heard that among the freshmen every year, apart from those like us who get in by virtue of their strength, there are also a lot of scum who get in through the back door and money.

Look at the two of them, they are sweet and sweet, they don't look like they are studying at all, and they are still wearing famous brands, don't you understand? "

Outside the window, a white T-shirt passed by lightly, and the footsteps only stopped for a moment, and the shadow fell, and it was fleeting.

Lip reading?
(End of this chapter)