I Like You

Then Jiang Su saw Xiaoqiantable standing straight, and bowed seriously, bowed twice, and bowed to him three times.

After the ceremony, Lin Wei raised her head and said seriously and seriously: "Thank you, classmate Jiang."

"..."

Jiang Su looked at Lin Wei, whose face was sincere, and said nothing.

Lin Wei also stayed silent for a while. She thought Jiang Su was moved by her sincerity, so she gave him a buffer time for a while, bending over to pick up the yogurt.

As soon as he grabbed the yogurt box with his fingertips, Jiang Su's moodless voice came over: "Next, do you want your family to thank you or send it to the bridal chamber?"

Lin Wei didn't react for a while, was stunned for about five or six seconds, shaking her hand, almost throwing the yogurt box back on the ground.

She only expressed her sincere gratitude, confiscated it for a while, and even bowed three times in a row.

It was a large-scale rollover site.

It was a hundred times more tragic than stopping him in the corridor and saying that he went to the toilet together.

Family members thanked or sent to the bridal chamber?

The translation is, was the three bows she had just now been a funeral or a worship?

Lin Wei held the milk box and straightened her body. She looked at Jiang Su and opened her mouth.

How does this make her answer?

If she chooses the funeral, she is afraid that Jiang Xiaoba will play the funeral. If she chooses the chapel, she does not need Jiang Xiaoba to do it.

No matter which one, she couldn't escape death.

She chose to die clearly.

"I actually wanted to give you a bow to express my gratitude, but I really thank you so much, so I gave it three times my heart, just thank you, nothing else..."

The small front desk tilted his head thoughtfully, thinking about a solution seriously.

She is very thin, and the school uniform looks a little loose when worn on her. Her hands holding the milk box are mostly covered by the sleeves, and only ten fingertips are exposed. The whole look looks good and don't want it.

Jiang Su looked at her, somehow his temple bounced abruptly, always feeling that her next words were not good.

Sure enough, in the next second, the little neighbor released the straw he was biting in, and blinked at him: "Or, I will salute you again?"

"..."

God **** salute.

Jiang Su smiled directly in his heart: "Why don't you kowtow to me?"

To let him go, she absolutely promised to beat him to his knees and kowtow to call his father.

It's a pity that it was before, and now she is a Miyoshi student girl Wei.

Seeing that he helped her, Lin Wei decided to bear with him a step, not to be familiar with him: "Student Jiang, I'm afraid I will knock my head down. Someone will tell the teacher that you are bullying on campus and bullying your hands without restraint and weakness and cannot take care of yourself. Female classmate."

Hands without restraint, weak and unable to take care of themselves...

Jiang Su's temple jumped again.

The preparation bell rang.

The commissary is a bit far away from the teaching building. It’s impossible to be late for Lin Wei. Regardless of continuing to talk with Jiangsu, she just missed the sentence “I’m going to class, I can’t be late”, and then bypassed Jiangsu and directed towards teaching. Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Deng Lou Lou ran.

There is a playground separated from the commissary and the teaching building, but the playground is blocked by iron nets, and you need to walk around.

In order to save time, Lin Wei went straight to the playground, grabbed the iron net, leaped up numbly, and turned into the playground. After a while, the small front table ran away and no one was visible on the playground.

Jiang Su was quite at ease, turned around slowly, and walked towards the teaching building with the mouth of the bottle calmly.

After walking a few steps, he sneered slightly.

Whose female classmate who is weak and unable to take care of herself can climb the roof or the wall?

After a few seconds, Jiang Su added another sentence from the bottom of his heart... and he could sell sand sculptures.

Jiang Su was ten minutes late, and he did not know who closed the back door.

Jiang Su pushed the door down, did not open it, and glanced into the classroom through the glass.

The English teacher's class is on the verge of talking. The teachers and students in the first class don't know what interaction they are doing, and the atmosphere looks very harmonious.

Jiang Su paused for two seconds, and decided not to go to the front door to call for a report, which disturbed everyone's interest in class. He directly stuck in a classroom to look at the blind spot that was invisible outside, leaned against the wall and played with his cell phone with his head down.

Jiangsu stood until the end of get out of class, when the back door was opened by the people who came out to go to the bathroom, and then he entered the classroom. He took out the headphones from the drawer, put them in his ears, chose a song, and lay on the table.

This time, Jiang Su lay down all afternoon, until the fourth get out of class was about to end, he sat up straight with a pinch.

On the clean and blank table, there is an extra paper.

I don't know when and by whom.

Jiang Su didn't even look at it. Just as he stretched out his hand to throw it into the trash can, he saw a spot on the roll.

A bit familiar.

Jiang Su paused and pulled the paper forward.

It was the math paper that was stained by Oreo at the small front table last night. The answer was refilled by her, and the score was...12 points.

Last night, while the little neighbor was doing his homework, did he help him with his math homework?

Jiang Su raised his head and looked in front of him.

Xiaoqiantable joined her at the same table and didn't know what she was talking about. Her slender back was very straight, thin and thin, and the pony tail slipped to her chest, revealing a white neck.

Jiang Su looked at it for a moment, then withdrew his gaze calmly.

No wonder she has a good temperament. It turns out that the neck is beautiful, thinner than most ordinary people, and a little longer than many ordinary people.