She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 290 Sister Yuzu Helped Jing Xing Copy It
Not to mention, his ancestors really learned cross talk.

His grandfather, a professional singer, has devoted himself to the cross talk business for more than [-] years, and is a senior veteran artist.

Of course, Du Mingyu didn't dare to say this typical death-seeking sentence.

"I'll say it from above, and you'll say it from below, will you say it or I will say it, or if you go up and say it, I'll go down and sit?"

"..."

Du Mingyu shrank his neck, didn't dare to fart, and honestly acted like a little quail.

Mrs. Fang was upset by the troublesome Chinese grades of Class [-]. After saying a few words to Du Mingyu, she turned the page and walked up to the podium.

"Okay, it's all quiet and quiet, and the class bell will ring in 2 minutes, so let's start class earlier."

The whole class: "..."

It's the familiar phrase "Take a class in advance".

Mrs. Fang: "Take out the Chinese test paper from last week's exam. In this class, we will talk about the test paper. The answers have been sent out. Have you read it in advance? Looking at your expressions, I know that no one will read it. Wait until I have a lecture?"

"Then let's take a look at the first question first. Isn't this a sub-question? Did I say that I would pass this question? Why do people still make mistakes? How many times have I said it? It's right here on the blackboard." As for the location, there are still chalk marks left.”

Du Mingyu whispered again: "What kind of blackboard is this? It's been a week and there are still marks on it. Why didn't I see that there were chalk marks on the blackboard?"

The sound of the blackboard eraser interrupted his thoughts. Teacher Fang's chalk tip spanned half of the classroom and hit him on the forehead without any mistakes.

"Du Mingyu! If you keep chattering, get the hell out!" Fang Shitai couldn't stand it and fell down the table.

Du Mingyu closed his mouth instantly.

Mrs. Fang: "Did you hear that? Just give me a squeak!"

Du Mingyu: "...squeak."

Only then did Mrs. Fang take a deep breath, and continued to talk, this little bastard, she will be pissed off by him sooner or later, usually she picks up the words very quickly, why can't she pick up the essay for a long time? How about a word?
"Come on, let's move on to the next question. I've talked about this kind of ancient poetry appreciation question three hundred times. Why do people leave it blank for me? The standard routine template doesn't go up. What, what do you think?" You are worth a lot of money, this test paper is not worthy of your writing?"

"Everyone who doesn't know how to do this question raises their hands, and I'll see how many there are." Fang Shitai looked at the score rate of 20.00% for this question on the test paper, and her brows furrowed even tighter.

"Why didn't you raise your hand? Do you know how to do it? Well, since you know how to do it, I'll call the roll."

She didn't even look at the seating chart, she pointed to the southeast corner, and said, "Xu Changhao, come and tell us what aspects you should start with for this ancient poetry appreciation question."

Xu Changhao: "..."

He had an intuition that he was going to be unlucky.

Usually, after Du Mingyu was scolded, it was his turn to be the next unlucky person.

Now it seems that this intuition is indeed correct.

Xu Changhao stood up scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, and murmured, "...Teacher, I don't know how to do it."

"No, why don't you raise your hand?" Mrs. Fang put her hips on her hips, raised her hands, "Did I just say I couldn't, and raised your hands. Is it because your ears are bad, or your arms are bad?"

Xu Changhao: "..."

"Okay, okay, sit down." Master Fang was too afraid of delaying other students' time, so he waved his hand to let him sit down first, "I will talk about it for the last time today, and students who don't know how to take notes quickly."

As she said that, she took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box, turned around and wrote a line on the blackboard, "The answering steps are divided into three steps—point out the method, explain the reason, and analyze the effect."

Xu Changhao grabbed a piece of draft paper and wanted to write it down. Du Mingyu, based on the principle of friendship at the same table, took a new notebook from the belly of the table and gave it to him, saying, "You have to use this notebook, and you won't be able to find it tomorrow if you use the draft paper." .”

Xu Changhao took it over, and before he could speak, Mrs. Fang's voice was suppressed from above: "The ones in the back row! What are you doing? Didn't I just say stop talking, didn't you hear me? Are you guys in the back row not listening to class?" problem, but don’t affect other students’ lectures, okay?”

The eyes of the whole class shifted tacitly to the two masters in the last row, their expressions gradually becoming confused: "???"

In the end who influences who attends the class?

Mrs. Fang obviously realized that what she said was not quite right. The first and second graders seemed to be sitting in the last row in the southeast corner?
Cough cough, she coughed, and brought the classroom atmosphere back on track: "Write down all the paragraphs I said."

Mrs. Fang tapped on the blackboard, and said: "I let you look at the blackboard, and you all see what I am doing. Is there a test paper or an answer on my face?"

The whole class: "..."

This class is really tough.

Two consecutive lessons were taught by Mrs. Fang. After class, Du Mingyu collapsed on the seat and muttered like a ghost: "Why do I feel that Chinese class is more suffocating than math class?"

No one answered him, his dear deskmate was busy copying ancient poems.

Six points of ancient poetry filled in the blanks, and Xu Changhao got a lone zero point, which complemented the zero point in the previous basketball game, so he was punished by Master Fang to copy sixty times.

Du Mingyu turned his head and looked at the back row. The squad leader was not there, but his sister Yuzu was there, and she was copying ancient poems silently.

Lin Qingyou's ancient poems would definitely not be left blank, and she could only copy them for Jing Xing. Jing Xing was half empty and started thirty times.

Within a few minutes, Jing Xing came in through the back door carrying a bag of things.

Lin Qingyou was still engrossed in copying "Sleepwalking in the Heavenly Grandma, Yin and Stay", when the fried chicken and beer that she was talking about in Taipan Kong in the morning fell from the sky and landed directly in front of her eyes.

Lin Qingyou's pen stopped, and she looked at the large plastic bag that suddenly appeared in front of her—on the bag was the cartoon logo of a fried chicken chain store she was familiar with, and she raised her head in a daze.

Jing Xing took away the pen she was holding, then took the down jacket that was on the seat, and said casually: "Let's go."

"?"

Lin Qingyou followed him out of the classroom through the back door in a daze.

"Put this on first." Jing Xing handed over the down jacket he was holding.

The air conditioner was turned on in the classroom, and there was even a large central air conditioner in the corridor. Lin Qingyou was used to taking off her coat when entering the teaching building, and putting it on when she came home from school.

"Where did you get this?" Lin Qingyou stretched her arms into her sleeves and asked him while wearing a down jacket.

It took at least 10 minutes to walk from the teaching building to the school gate, and half an hour passed for this round trip, and it took 5 minutes for Jing Xing to go out, did he open any door to cross over?

(End of this chapter)