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Chapter 195 Excuse me, is the monitor here?

It wasn't until the two of them entered the teaching building over there in the third year of high school that Cheng Xu patted his thumping heart and breathed a sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear: "I just said at noon today that Brother Xing's mentality is really good, now it seems What a fart!"

It's basically a fire in my heart, but I haven't let it out.

Liang Jidong touched his butt, nodded in agreement and said, "I feel that if we walk two seconds later, we should be kicked."

Cheng Xu walked towards the classroom while lowering his voice and said: "But then again, what happened to that irascible little fairy at noon today, and the group of girls who surrounded Sister Qingyou, what happened? What's the matter?"

"You ask me, how do I know." Liang Jidong spread his hands, walked to the stairs on the fourth floor and separated from him, "I'm going back to the classroom first, after class is over, I'll come down to find you."

"Go, go." Cheng Xu waved at him.

In the Guangming Building,

Jing Xing was walking towards the classroom on the fifth floor. It was still class time, and the corridor was quiet, except for a few students who came back from physical education occasionally.

The entrance of the stairs was facing a glass window, with a narrow gap halfway open. Jing Xing did not return to the classroom, but leaned against the window with his head slightly raised, and the wind slipped in through the unclosed gap, lingering wrapped around his wrist.

Originally, when he saw the little glutinous rice dumpling coming back at noon, he wanted to ask the social sister why she suddenly came to her, but before he started asking, he started class, and then Du Mingyu started to talk.

Okay, he thought, let's talk about it after class, but this glutinous rice dumpling ran away after class, patted its butt, and skipped class without even saying a word?
It just so happened that in the second class, Cheng Xu and Liang Jidong were both doing physical education in their class, so Jing Xing didn't stay in the classroom, and went to the playground to find them, but the two "flirtatious" guys kept making eye contact. , really as if he didn't exist?
Jing Xing blew the wind for a while in front of the window sill, and the very faint smell of tobacco lingering on his body dissipated completely. He didn't return to the classroom until the bell rang for the third class.

The little glutinous rice dumpling was still not there, and the seat was empty. The glass of milk she gave was placed on the upper right corner of his desk, and it was already cold. Jing Xing stood at the back door looking at it for a while with an unclear expression, and returned to his seat with downcast eyes.

In the last two classes on Friday, the entire second year of high school is self-study, and the students from the student union will check the number of students from the third class.

Soon, within a few minutes of class, the front door was knocked several times, and two young ladies with student union duty student armbands on their left arms appeared at the door, with sweet smiles on their faces, they said, "Excuse me, student union Check the number of people, is the squad leader there?"

The whole class looked at Jing Xing in the southeast corner in unison, but did not answer.

Jing Xing raised his eyes, put the carbon pen on the table, and stood up with no expression on his face.

The squad leader seemed to be in a bad mood today, and all the students in Class Seven suddenly had such a clear understanding.

The two young ladies also felt this delicate atmosphere, and they didn't dare to go back, but entered the class cautiously, stopped at the side of the podium, and the sweet smiles on their faces seemed to be a little stiff: "We are the students on duty in the student union. , to check the number of people in the self-study class, how many people are there in Class [-], and are there any absentees?"

(End of this chapter)