Chapter 3

Mao Zhiwang "leaned" in his heart, then raised his hand and smoked his mouth. "I know my mistake. In the future, if I want to cry, I will stay away from you and cry again, which will never affect your good dream."

After admitting his mistake, Lu sanshao forgave him on August 15.

Now August 15, sitting in a chair, still hurts a little.

Teacher Wen told him to sit with Lu sanshao. It's better to let him hit the wall. His big horn can't be controlled and will bark at any time.

He immediately started the self-help mode: "teacher, we only adjusted the position once last Friday. You stipulated to adjust the position once a month."

Wen Nan: "I'll decide your transfer temporarily. Now you'll move to the last class table in the seventh row immediately."

Mao Zhiwang, I swear to death. When I was about to make up my mind to speak, Liang ran, the study committee member, immediately connected and said, "teacher Wen, send me to sit with Lu Tianyu!"

Leng Bingling raised her eyes and glanced at Mao Zhiwang. Then she turned her eyes to the talking female classmate. She felt that the female classmate had seen her before, but she couldn't remember who she was. Soon she moved her eyes to the last position in the eighth column. The male classmate was picking on the table and didn't move. She only saw a hairy head. When she came into the classroom, she took a look at all the students present. The hairy head was also picked like this. It was estimated that she was sleeping.

With a silent "shit", TMD can sleep. The ceremony to welcome me just now was grand enough. He can sleep so well.

As soon as Liang Ran's voice fell, she turned her head and looked at the teacher and said, "teacher, don't bother the students to adjust their seats. I won't have to sit at the last position in the seventh column!"

Wen Nan looked at her and muttered, "well... I'm afraid you... Can't deal with him."

Liang ran continued to volunteer and said, "Leng Bingling, come and sit in my position..."

Before the words of volunteering were finished, Leng Bingling interrupted, "it's too troublesome."

Lift your feet out of the classroom, pick up the canvas schoolbag thrown on the floor just now in a hurry to go to the bathroom, carry it on your right shoulder, and step back into the classroom with a lazy and casual look.

At the last position of the seventh column, he took off the schoolbag on his right shoulder and threw it heavily on the table. The table shook slightly, and the hair of the hairy head next to him also shook slightly.

My hairy head is still motionless when I pick it on the desk

Wen Nan saw her throw down her schoolbag and said tactfully, "Leng Bingling, if you and Lu Tianyi are not used to sitting, tell me, and I'll adjust my position then."

Leng Bingling pulled out the corners of her mouth and silently called Lu Tianyu in her heart; Lu: the earth, the sky: the sky, are all fire, fire, fire is the most word in the Xinhua Dictionary; That's an interesting name.

My heart was cold and hummed: will there be three words "not used to" in my cold Bingling's dictionary now? I'm kidding. I'm afraid of someone.

With the remaining light from the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the hairy head on the table. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Wen Nan on the podium, "teacher Wen, I like to sit with quiet students." he turned his head and looked at the four fires still sleeping on the table, "this student is quiet enough to sit with me."

Wennan: it's really quiet enough. He can go from quiet in the morning to school at noon, and from quiet in the afternoon to school in the afternoon. The desk in the classroom is Simmons of his family.

Note: ???? x ī， Five fire, Xinhua dictionary has no such word.