She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 242 What's so good about it
"Looking at your composition carefully is really cruel to me." Mrs. Fang frowned more and more tightly, and while she was talking, she kept turning the composition text backwards with her hands.

Du Mingyu wrote [-] characters in his composition, but Mrs. Fang wrote at least [-] comments, and the red handwriting almost covered the entire three pages of the composition paper.

"I'm so old, and my blood pressure has been soaring because of your anger." Mrs. Fang started a crazy complaint mode, and kept nagging, "Looking at your composition, it is simply abusing the elderly."

She took a deep breath, tried to calm down her mood, and tried her best to calm down her tone.

"I really want you to teach me, what kind of talent is needed to write such a bad composition? Look at your words and sentences. People roll their faces on the keyboard, and the sentences they organize are worse than You write fluently."

Hearing this, Xu Changhao couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

The class was quite quiet, although the students below wanted to laugh, but Mrs. Fang was furious above, and no one dared to touch her bad luck at this time, so Xu Changhao's laughter became even more abrupt in the dead silence.

Master Fang's eye knife flew over immediately, and her voice suddenly raised: "Xu Changhao, what are you laughing at? I said he didn't talk about you?"

It happened that Xu Changhao's was pressed under Du Mingyu's composition, so Master Fang picked it up and opened the cover.

"I wanted to ask you when I was correcting the composition, did you pay for your punctuation marks?"

She lowered her head and saw commas everywhere, she admired his skill very much.

"You are also a strange person. Whoever writes an essay is full of commas. Where did your period go? Did you eat it?"

Mrs. Fang looked puzzled, looking at the only period at the end of the composition and fell into deep thought, "I don't know how much you paid for your period. Is it very expensive? Seeing that you are so reluctant to use it."

Xu Changhao: "..."

Hey, he wrote in such a hurry that he forgot the period.

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There was another heavy rain this night, and the temperature dropped by one degree in a truncated manner. The Xiangzhou Meteorological Bureau issued a cold wave warning early in the morning.

From the moment he entered the classroom in the morning, Jing Xing felt that the glutinous rice dumpling was a bit weird, until the morning self-study was over, he finally discovered where the strange thing about the glutinous rice dumpling was.

Although she usually has a naturally dazed expression, it seems that she has been in a daze for a long time now.

Jing Xing looked at her for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to poke the little finger that was protruding from her cuff, and the little glutinous rice dumpling came back to his senses after being poked by him, and turned to look at him.

Jing Xing leaned over and tapped her table with his knuckle fingers, "Nutmi Tuan, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Lin Qingyou blinked, pushed the book in front of her towards him, and said, "It's okay, I'm reading a book. This story is so fascinating, so I got a little fascinated by it."

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, pressed the corner of her book with his cold white slender fingertips, tapped twice and said, "Do you like reading like this?"

Lin Qingyou felt that his words were meaningful, and looked down at the place where his fingertips were pointing, only to realize that she had taken the book upside down.

"..." Lin Qingyou reorganized the language, "After I finished reading it, I think this book is really well written, so I have to think about it carefully."

Jing Xing was noncommittal, and raised his hand to pull out the book that was under her arm, intending to see where this well-written book attracted Xiao Nuomi Duanzi.

Before he started to flip through the contents, several bold characters printed on the cover came into his line of sight—the original spouse's survival strategy to save a marriage.

Below the title of the book are written a few lines of colorful small characters:
——My husband cheated on mistress [-], [-], and [-], what should I do as the original spouse?
——The mistress forced the original partner, hold on, don't panic, the marriage master will teach you to fire the first shot in the battle to defend your marriage.

——What should I do if my husband beats me all the time? The pain of domestic violence is unbearable for my marriage.

——Frequently ambiguous, whether the marriage is to stay or stay, how to deal with the psychological trauma of divorce caused by the partner's infidelity?
Jing Xing: "..."

Excuse me, what is so good about this book?

Jing Xing originally thought that the little glutinous rice dumpling was a little restless because of reading this book, but in the afternoon, the glutinous rice dumpling disappeared immediately.

After searching around, there was no one in the water room or bathroom. Her schoolbag and textbooks were all on the seat, but she took the mobile phone that was placed in the belly of the table.

Jing Xing sent her a few messages on WeChat, but did not receive a reply. He asked Du Mingyu in the front seat again. Du Mingyu scratched his head and said in doubt, "Squad leader, did sister Yuzi not tell you? out."

Du Mingyu added another sentence: "Just when you were sleeping in the last class."

Coincidentally, Cheng Xu sent a link from WeChat, Jing Xing didn't intend to read it, but Cheng Xu's next sentence made him stop.

"Brother, that... I seem to have found Sister Qingyou's Weibo."

Cheng Xu's messages were sent continuously without interval.

"Isn't it your birthday the day before yesterday? Her phone ran out of battery and turned off. When I used my phone to read Weibo, I probably forgot to log out."

"But I didn't watch it, I really didn't watch it at all."

Jing Xing ignored his nonsense, and directly clicked on the link he shared. The latest two Weibo shows were posted at 42:[-] am this morning.
[Kurong]: Woke up in the middle of the night, you fell into a dream alone.

[Kurong]: Counting now, you have only left for a year, but I seem to have lived my whole life.

Looking forward, there are a few intermittent Weibo posts.

[Kurong]: Backward is an abyss, and forward is fog. It seems that because of one person's departure, I have nothing left.

[Kurong]: My sadness is that I can give so much kindness to the world, but I still can't make myself live better.

[Kurong]: Sometimes I doubt whether the memories I once had were a sweet dream, and people disappeared when I woke up from the dream.

Jing Xing looked at these, Hei Youyou's eyes suddenly sank, paused for a moment, he turned off the phone screen, and stood up.

Xu Changhao and Du Mingyu, who were closest to him, were the first to feel his low pressure. The two were eating the five catties of flower cakes, but when Jing Xing's low pressure dissipated, the two of them took a bite of the cake. When it reached my throat, I wanted to cough but didn't dare to cough it out, my face flushed red from choking.

Just as Jing Xing opened his seat, there were two knocks on the front door, and then a girl's sweet voice came in: "Excuse me, the student council will check the number of students, is the monitor in?"

(End of this chapter)