Chapter 42

The more he wants to get up, the more Jin Beihan wants to press him. In the end, Xi Yang can only bear to sit there.

The man turned back to his desk and sat down. He took out a handkerchief from the drawer, wiped his hands and threw it into the basket.

It's a good thing that Xi Yang didn't see that, otherwise he would have been cold until he vomited blood.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jin Beihan finally had something to do with him. Xi Yang, holding his sleeping head, woke up in a daze.

When she comes to song Yarong's side, she calculates step by step according to the method provided by this idea. If she miscalculates, she starts again. The manuscript paper is everywhere.

Feeling the shadow beside him, song Yarong looks up at Jin Beihan wearily.

Jin Beihan pulled the chair, naturally sat beside her, pulled the textbook, and looked at the topic she had done.

Pick out a few questions, pointing to the topic, the voice is a lot of soft unconsciously, "here the ultimate goal is to seek water, but the conditions are not clear, you see here."

Jin Beihan talked about the topic for the first time, subconsciously, but the person didn't pay attention to the topic, "what are you looking at?"

"Look at you..." Song Yarong's eyes jumped, "look, look at the topic."

Her eyes quickly fell on the topic. What is her daydream? She was attracted by Jin Beihan's action. It's not that she hasn't met a man. It's a shame.

I wandered to my stomach secretly, and my attention was gradually focused on the topic.

"No, you can't write like that here. It's too much trouble."

A sudden voice interrupted Jin Beihan's words.

Xiyang seized the opportunity to grab the textbook, pointed to the topic and talked about his method, completely ignoring Jin Beihan and song Yarong.

"Do you understand?"

Song Yarong Mu Leng nodded, she is now in the realm of half understand.

If you want to understand, before Xiyang said it, she still had some thoughts. When he said this, he completely mixed him with Jin Beihan's.

She didn't know how to start.

This course of mathematics and chemistry really embarrassed her.

"Not yet."

It's hard for them to cooperate with each other, but Jin Beihan is a little more severe.

Trembling with a pen, every line, look at two people one eye, she this good person is difficult to do.

Song Yarong doesn't know how to end the day's intensive training. She doesn't know that she can have a rest until she sends away Xi Yang.

The next day,

Song Yarong muddled into the classroom, she even dream last night is Jin Beihan and Xi Yang two people on both sides of the pressure, teach her brush topic.

This kind of day is really too hard.

As soon as he stepped into the classroom, the professor of mathematics, physics and chemistry came in.

I pushed the thick lens and took the test paper under my armpit.

"Everyone be quiet. We'll have a monthly exam. We'll all sit down and start to distribute the papers."

All of a sudden, great difficulties come. Song Yarong is decadent and lying on the table. He doesn't even bother to take off his schoolbag.

"Ah, that girl's name is Su manrou, right? What are you doing? Go home to sleep."

The professor pointed to song Yarong's desk, but it was su manrou's name.

Su manrou is surprised. She subconsciously looks at Shen Hanjun, who is the farthest away from her, instead of the professor on the stage.

That nervous smile, deeply afraid that he will misunderstand himself.

"Teacher, that's song Yarong, the last in the class, not su manrou." Liu Xueying embraces her hands and looks at Su manrou with pride.

This remark made the whole class laugh.

Song Yarong heard all their words. She just wanted to be decadent. She didn't really want to sleep.

Sitting at the same table next to song Yarong, he felt more ashamed and embarrassed. As if he was talking about her again, he pushed her.

Powerless to put down the bag, side head to the table with a smile, just difficult to raise his head.

In the eyes of the same table, song Yarong felt very difficult to lift his head.

As soon as he got the snow-white test paper, song Yarong quickly finished his name, did the previous action, and fell asleep. But this time, before his head fell down, he raised his head again, carefully examined the topic, and wrote all the questions of the meeting.

Even if she can't write it, she makes it up carelessly. It's full.Su manrou looks at Song Yarong's serious face and feels dissatisfied.

In the past, she always fell asleep. How could she write the title seriously? Her eyes fell on Shen Hanjun. Su manrou was more convinced that she was Shen Hanjun. She wanted to recover Shen's position in his heart.

He said that he would not love Shen Hanjun any more, but he had to do everything to attract his attention. Song Yarong, you are a bitch!

"Hey, Liu Xueying, what are you looking at? Is there an answer behind?"

The professor slapped the table fiercely, startled the whole class. Liu Xueying immediately wanted to cry, "that's su manrou, not me."

They will never forget the title of the professor, but they can always be called by name.

"What's the matter with Lin Xiaoxiao? Don't you know it's an exam?"

The professor said to Liu Xueying, but he called her by the wrong name.

Song Yarong read word by word, determined that he would not, just really gave up the whole paper, lying down and fell asleep.

The class is not anxious to wave the pen, only song Yarong is dating Duke Zhou.

As soon as the bell rang, all the papers were taken away.

Before waiting for song Yarong to get down, Su manrou stood beside her and patted the table. "Song Yarong has something to look for you. Come out."

Song Yarong felt that there was nothing to talk about between them, "you should find the wrong person, the person you are looking for should be behind."

Sitting behind is Shen Hanjun, a new comer, who is Su manrou's best friend.

"I'm looking for you now, song Yarong." Su manrou specially emphasized.

The roof of the school.

Su manrou and song Yarong look at each other and stand in the middle of the roof.

"How on earth can you let Shen Hanjun go?"

Her eyes narrowed and her face was not willing to understand what no one could understand. Song Yarong suddenly showed a laugh, "you have a conjecture. You are also a wife. You have to worry about whether your husband will cheat."

"You

Su manrou is surprised. This is the secret between her and Shen Hanjun. How can song Yarong know? Is it Shen Hanjun who told him? No, it's impossible!

Subconsciously, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't try to do anything to attract Shen Hanjun's attention. Song Yarong, you have nothing to do with her."

"I'd like to know what I've done to make you think I'm attracting Shen Hanjun's attention."

No matter how much she says, Su manrou won't believe it. Instead of attracting Shen Hanjun, she is more convinced that she has seduced him.

She has fallen into the stage of suspicion that every married woman would go into, suspicious.

"This..." Su manrou's eyes dodged.