Chapter 128

In the afternoon, the class seats have been arranged according to the table.

There are eight rows of seats in the classroom, two on each side and four in the middle.

Yu Qiqi and Xi Muhan were both in the third row, only two people, one in the left column against the wall and the other in the right column against the wall.

Yu Qiqi's deskmate is Xu Ziyi, and Xi Muhan's is Wang Miaomiao.

There were two squad leaders sitting beside them. It had to be said that Leili really took great pains for her.

The only consolation for Yu Qiqi is that Jiang Shuyan and Xiang Nan sit at her front and back tables respectively.

And Huangfu Jing is arranged in the middle by Lei Li, sharing a table with Jiang Shanshan.

Huangfu Jing looks at his new deskmate.

The small face is white and clean, the lips are red and the teeth are white, the bridge of the nose is very warped, especially the pair of big eyes with apricot nucleus. When the corners of the mouth smile, a pair of eyes will bend like the crescent moon.

Looking down, the girl is growing well, at least the cage is bulging.

The limbs are still slim

Huangfujing's vision is too explicit, just like X-ray, which makes Jiang Shanshan at a loss.

Her face flushed with shame and anger, she still put her hands around her arms, pretending to speak arrogantly, "classmate, I know I'm beautiful, but can you look at me without the eyes of a fool?"

Poof——

Huangfujing burst out laughing, "they all say that ugly women are narcissistic. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it when I see you."

The flush on Jiang Shanshan's face faded and covered with a layer of gloom. "Young master Huangfu ate excrement or garlic at noon, and his mouth smelled as soon as he opened his mouth?"

Huangfujing

This girl's mouth is poisonous enough. Don't worry about boring class. No one will fight with him.

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Since she changed her seat, Yu Qiqi has been lying on the table with her head drooping. When the teacher was lecturing, her face was on her arm, and her eyes were on Xi Muhan.

Xi Muhan is sitting outside Wang Miaomiao. His chest is one punch away from his desk. His back is straight and upright without bending.

Hands on the desk, white right hand holding a black pen.

The sight turns with the teacher and the blackboard in front of you. Occasionally, you will look down and take notes.

Every action is noble, and people who focus on it are always charming.

Yu Qiqi looked at Xi Muhan, his pink lips slightly open, and there was a faint light at the corner of his mouth.

Xi Muhan didn't feel Yu Qiqi's fiery sight. If you look carefully, you will find that his hand of taking notes is a little stiff.

Xi Muhan looked over.

Yu Qiqi receives Xi Muhan's sight. She is so excited that she waves her hand to say hello immediately. She wants to rush to Xi Muhan's side.

Focusing on beauty, she didn't notice that the teacher on the platform had turned her attention to her.

The teacher looked down at the seat table and looked down at Yu Qiqi. "Yu Qiqi, please answer this question."

Yu Qiqi, a fool with a burning face, stared at Xi Muhan and asked foolishly, "who is Yu Qiqi?"

All the students in the class said:

This problem is not too technical.

The English teacher's face is as black as it can be.

She has recognized the girl, the little girl who threw herself in the boy's arms and cried in her class this morning.

Xu Ziyi lowered his head, poked Yu Qiqi's waist and whispered: "the teacher is calling you!"