After class, except for the classmates who went to the toilet, the others lay down on the table as soon as possible, silly, including several top students in the front rows under the lectern.

The first class on Monday is usually indifferent.

The classroom seemed quieter, much quieter than class.

Apart from the yawning, there is an occasional heavy sound of moving the stool, "shock" and "squeak".

This means that some students were uncomfortable sitting and too lazy to get up, so they used their legs to raise a stool, press the strength of their butt on the stool, twisting the stool, and walking with their feet "thumped" as if they were walking on stilts, and debugging the position so that they could change to a comfortable position.

Or some students crawled on the table, sprained the stool far away and wanted to fall to the ground, so they passed through the crotch with their hands and pulled forward, causing the whole person to thrust, and the sound of the stool feet rubbing against the ground, which was particularly loud.

Zhang Shang had a fight with his eyes and had already fallen into the first place.

Within three minutes, the clean pages were stained with water.

He Tingting opened her back to the table, put her whole left arm on the table, used it as a pillow, and rested quietly.

I heard the familiar snoring sound, but I was still angry when I was staring in class, so I sat up and stood on the stool.

The faint afterglow turned to the sleeping deskmate, and the sticky saliva made people feel disgusting.

But the shaky fortress seemed to collapse at any time, either sliding down the table or hitting him on the head, making He Tingting frown slightly.

Without saying anything, he leaned forward and took a stack of thick books blocking the front of him to his desk.

Smooth the folded pages, press the rolled paper, line up one by one, aligning the four sides, and tidying them up to make the stack of books look brand new.

I took out a few smaller exercise books and placed them neatly on the top of the textbook, which looked more pleasing to the eye.

Return the book quietly.

It was just enough time and the class bell rang.

...

When I woke up, I didn't know where the world was, my face was sticky and I felt like I was sticky.

The whole page of the book is wrinkled, as if it has been washed and dried again, almost sticking to the skin.

It was noon and the atmosphere of fighting around made Zhang Shang know that it was time for get out of class to end.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the newly renovated fortress on the table was neatly placed at the front, making the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He Tingting next to her is not in her seat, she should have gone to the toilet.

I remember that after graduating from junior high school, He Tingting went to Taigu No. 2 Middle School, and the two of them never contacted each other again.

Until I was in college, everyone had mobile phones, and WeChat was rising at the same time. We could add WeChat friends through QQ, and then we contacted He Tingting again.

Looking through the circle of friends, I knew that the girl had found a boyfriend, and she shamelessly asked her how far she developed.

The girl's reply made him feel cold and the wives were angry that they were sleeping with others.

“I’ve lived out.”

In the opinion of Zhang Shang, who is in love, if someone takes the blood, the girl will be impure. For this reason, she said some ugly words under her emotions.

Afterwards, although the two had communication, they felt a little strange and unpainful.

Thoughts turned, Zhang Shang quietly looked at the empty seat next to him and muttered, "Thank you God."

Put your hands together and look up at the sky. The white ceiling is as pure and flawless as my current deskmate, and I need to bring some stains to her life.

If you do it again, isn’t it just to have the regrets you didn’t do in your previous life?

"Shang Huaer, what are you doing? Are you fascinated?" Zhi Lao Er sat on He Tingting's stool, and half of his body squeezed over.

Zhang Shang looked like a devout believer at this time, and it was strange no matter how you look at it.

"It's okay." After being disturbed by someone, he glanced at Zhishengxiang and saw that his school uniform was zippered tightly and something was about to fall out of it. He knew that he was coming to send "Cormon".

"Hurry, hurry, don't let Zhao Gang and the others see it."

Zhi Lao Er swept around guiltily, then took out the book that had been tugged into pages in the school uniform and quickly stuffed it into the pocket of Zhang Shang's desk.

He also sighed: "This book is so exquisite. If I had this romantic encounter, I would have lived for thirty years less."

Zhang Shang curled his lips and took a page of paper from his pocket. He did not take it to the table to see it blatantly. He lowered his head, and was like cheating in the exam, bent his waist like a shrimp. He just glanced at it and his face twitched.

"Abin."

"Mrs. Hu."

"Yu Hui."

He raised his head, covered his face, vented his breath, and felt the pain in his teeth. Reading this kind of book will stimulate physiology. He only saw that the pupils of Zhi Lao Er were covered with bloodshot and his face was full of yang. He knew that the child was poisoned very much.

"I don't."

Before the word "look" was said, he heard "Dingling..." a somewhat harsh class bell rang, and He Tingting also stood by the table and waited for Zhishengxiang to leave.

He gave Zhang Shang a frivolous look, and Zhi Lao Er ran away with a slutty smile.

He Tingting looked puzzled, wondering what tricks this pair of good friends played.
Chapter completed!