A ray of white moonlight

Chapter 437 This Cliff Is Not Reflecting
On the way back to the store, Shen Ya no longer showed the motionless expression just now, a cloud surged in his eyes, and countless voices spliced ​​together in his mind.

"...an angel that fell from the sky..."

"...Take down dozens of pieces in a hurry..."

"...I really hate wearing long johns..."

"...Four fingers turning the pen, turning it very fast..."

His chest began to heave vigorously. It was her.

Damn it, why didn't he stay a minute longer, what the hell, let them wait, should have made them wait, if they wait, he can see her.

Lu Yi's gesture of turning the pen appeared in his eyes...

In the high school's Academic Affairs Office, Shen Ya came to the office of the third year of senior high school. The dean was about to get angry with him, and said, "Shen Ya! You skipped class again, didn't you? How many classes did you skip this week?"

Not far away, in the office of the first year of high school, he heard the same teacher admonishing a female student who hates iron and steel. He glanced curiously at that black and beautiful head. The back seemed to be the same as that under the tree a month ago The little girl is very similar.

The little girl lowered her head and seemed to be introspecting, but it was obviously a profound educational problem, but the little girl and the teacher expressed joy, and only heard the teacher say:

"Lu Yiyi, Lu Yiyi, you said that you are a study committee member and take the lead in playing with pens in the class. Don't you have the image of a class committee member taking the lead?"

"That... Teacher Liu, when the school rules don't say that you can't go to class, change your pen."

Yes, no.

Shen Ya heard her words at that time, and unconsciously agreed in his heart.

Then I heard the teacher say angrily: "You're reasonable, right? You said you can just turn the pen, but you can't turn it well, and it fell to the ground after two turns. How many times did you interrupt the teacher's speech in one class?"

Hearing this, Shin Ya couldn't help but smile.

However, the girl didn't look back, she was still trying to reason: "My two-finger pen-twisting method has been practiced very well, and I have never dropped it on the ground! Isn't this practicing four-finger? In a few days, wait for me After practicing well, the teacher will not hear the sound of the pen dropping."

This... this cliff is not reflecting.

Shen Ya couldn't help laughing again, and the next time he heard the reprimand from the dean: "Shen Ya, I told you, didn't you reflect on yourself?"

Just so close, Shen Ya really almost answered "yes", but stopped in time and shook his head: "No, Teacher Fang, I am reflecting on myself."

But the voice of the girl on the other end coincided with that of the girl on the other end, and the girl was also saying: "No, Teacher Liu, I'm really reflecting on myself!"

"I don't think you are reflecting on yourself! You just turn the pen here, and it won't fall off before you are allowed to go home. Use four fingers! Otherwise, I will ask your parents!"

Later, the girl finally gave up. Under Shen Ya's sight, he saw the girl holding a pen between her four fingers, spinning and falling, and the profile of her face loomed in his sight.

Sure enough, it was her. It turned out that her name was "Lu, one, one", six ones, a strange name.

And that, the appearance of bending over to pick up the pen and turning around in a strange way, is so cute!
Another hour later, the girls finally practiced this special and meaningless kung fu, and they were so excited to their class teacher as if showing off: "Ms. Liu! Teacher Liu! I have mastered it, so I can go home now! "

"... "

To this day, that lovely girl is still turning the pen without knowing how to reflect on it. As long as she holds a pen, she will do so, and ADHD generally cannot stop it.

(End of this chapter)