She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 228 Poverty Makes Me Stronger (Two in One)

"I don't want to talk about the grades first, what are you two talking about? You two are chatting so happily. Is it me or you two who are giving the lecture?"

Teacher Fang stepped off the podium, stopped in the first row, and raised the textbook in her hand.

"I see that the corners of your mouths are almost grinning to your ears. It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together. Come on, you two talk about happy things, so that the students in our class can be happy together."

Du Mingyu: "..."

Xu Changhao: "..."

The two turned their heads slightly and looked at each other. They were really having a good chat, but it seems, maybe, maybe it's not suitable to talk about it in public.

They can't say "Teacher, it's like this, we feel that the monitor and his tablemate have got married, so we can't restrain our happiness and excitement", right?

"Why don't you talk anymore, you're dumb now, didn't you have a good chat just now?" Mrs. Fang slapped the textbook in her hand on the desk, making a crisp sound.

"I'm already a sophomore in high school, and it's only a year and a half away from the college entrance examination. Don't worry, I'm in a hurry for you. Do you think you've done well? Can you get admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University?"

While Mrs. Fang was talking, she slapped the desk frantically with her textbooks. The two of them had their heads down with a strong desire to survive, and they didn't dare to speak. They let her spittle fly all over the place.

"I don't want to talk about you again and again, but you must have something in your heart. You haven't finished talking about me sentence by sentence? One person delays for 1 minute, and there are more than 40 people in the class, that is more than 40 Minutes, this class is only a few minutes, do I still need to give lectures?"

In view of the good attitude of the two of them admitting their mistakes, Teacher Fang slowly calmed down after talking for a few minutes, picked up the textbook she used as a gavel, raised her finger, and called the names again.

"Xu Changhao, what are you doing with your head down? Are there flowers under your feet? Pick up your textbook and let me ask you, where did I just talk?"

Xu Changhao: "???"

He didn't know what the teacher was talking about, his whole heart was in the melon field of the class monitor and sister grapefruit just now, eating melons like a frisky bird, even Runtu couldn't catch him.

"Speak, talk..." Xu Changhao swallowed cautiously. He had a strange intuition that if he answered this question incorrectly, he would probably be kicked out by Master Fang.

A very soft sentence "The fifth paragraph... firm... the ambition of Qingyun" came faintly from behind. What did my sister say.

Xu Changhao hurriedly said seriously: "When it comes to being poor and strong, this is the ambition of not falling into the blue clouds."

Mrs. Fang was a little surprised, and her face softened a little. This little boy has a future. He can still listen to her lecture while having a tea party, "Okay, sit down."

She nodded, and changed the subject again, "Then Du Mingyu, come and translate for everyone. What does your deskmate mean?"

Du Mingyu: "?!"

Why did Master Fang change the difficulty when he came to him?

Xu Changhao gave him a look of "brother, I'm sorry, I'm helpless", Du Mingyu had no choice but to pick up the textbook and start translating stumblingly.

"Poverty refers to poverty, and steadfastness should refer to being strong, so the meaning of these words together is that poverty makes me stronger and stronger, so my ambition to get rich goes straight to the top of the blue sky, and I will never fall."

Mrs. Fang: "..."

Lin Qingyou, who was listening to his translation: "..."

It's really good that poverty makes me stronger and stronger.

After Du Mingyu finished translating, just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mrs. Fang was about to laugh angrily at his divine translator. She endured it, but in the end she didn't swallow the breath she was holding in her heart, and let it go angrily. Word: "Fifty times of "Tengwang Pavilion Preface", hand it in before the evening self-study, and watch it at the same table, and you are not allowed to eat until you finish copying!"

Du Mingyu: "..."

Hey, last time the squad leader copied "Red Cliff Fu" only ten times, why did he double it when it was his turn?

On Saturdays and Sundays, there is no need to do exercises during the big class breaks. After class, Du Mingyu started to copy "Red Cliff Fu". In his head, trying to isolate some noise.

Jing Xing stuffed an earphone into his ear, and lay lazily on the table, with his chin resting on his elbow, and poked the phone screen with his free hand.

Lin Qingyou discovered a little preference of his, Jing Xing seemed to prefer stand-alone puzzle games like Happy Xiaoxiaole to the action-based games like Going to the Glory of the King Wilderness Action.

He has played more than 1000 levels of Happy Match, and he is a hardworking old player at first glance.

Lin Qingyou remembered that when she first started school, she saw Jing Xing playing Defend the Carrot and Plants vs. Zombies. It was estimated that all the levels had been cleared and there was no challenge, so she started playing Happy Fun.

Du Mingyu was copying a book in his hand, and muttered without stopping: "I really like chattering, I must have been a melon seed eating machine in my previous life."

Xu Changhao interrupted him impatiently: "Okay, okay, you can shut up, if you keep chattering, you won't be able to finish copying fifty times tomorrow."

In addition to listening to Du Mingyu's chatter, Lin Qingyou's usual recess activities are usually to read the novels on the bookshelf at the back. Now that Du Mingyu is busy copying books, she really doesn't have time to turn her head and talk to her, so she finally has time Continue to read the last Ba Zong novel that I haven't finished reading yet.

Jing Xing finished playing the hidden level of Happy Xiaoxiaole, and leaned over lazily, with his right hand resting on the back of her seat casually, and followed her to look down.

Lin Qingyou had just turned a page, and the sentence on the top, "The corner of the man's mouth raised a 360-degree charming smile, and his perfect 42-pack abs was inadvertently revealed when he bent down" caught her eyes unexpectedly.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyou's hand that turned the page stopped suddenly, and she fell into a deep confusion.

A charming 360-degree smile?

Is there a compasses hanging on the corner of this domineering president's mouth?
Of course, what is more confusing than the standard compass smile is the perfect 42-pack abs of the domineering president.

Lin Qingyou imagined the picture of her 42-pack abs spreading out symmetrically, and she felt more and more that this domineering president might be a refined corn on the cob.

Jing Xing also saw this pictorial description, he raised his eyebrows, but the expression on his face didn't change much, it looked like he was used to it.

(End of this chapter)