Chapter 954

Qianmiao put down his chopsticks and said, "It doesn't matter who it is, it doesn't need to be paid attention to."

She has encountered many similar people, and she has long been used to it.

Feng Xian reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth naturally, saying, "Be good, tell me, I'll go and talk to him, and have a civilized chat."

This sound of obedience seemed to be coaxing a kitten. Qianmiao's body irresistible and numb feeling, which spreads to the whole body.

She stared at his dark eyes, and after a while, she came back to her senses and said, "If you have this time, it's better to be with me."

He rarely heard such words from her mouth, and his face showed surprise and surprise.

"Of course, I will accompany you whatever you want."

Qianmiao put his hands in his pockets and stood up: "Then let's go."

Feng Xian followed her, walked slowly, and finally walked up to the teaching building and into the classroom.

There were a few students in the classroom studying and gathered together in groups to discuss exercises.

Feng Xian's arrival caused a little discussion.

He sat down at the seat next to Qianmiao, watching her bent down in the drawer and kept drawing test papers, exercise sets and other things on the table.

It is as thick as a book.

"I'll hand in it tomorrow, I can't finish it." She looked at him.

Feng Xian moved the chair over, sat next to her, picked up a few test papers and flipped it out.

"Why are you so lazy? Huh?"

The little questioning is accompanied by a little majesty of an elder.

Qianmiao naturally took out a candy from his pocket and tore it open it, put it in his mouth and said casually: "It's boring, I don't want to write."

Feng Xian frowned, raised his palm, and knocked her head.

Finally, it turned into a soft rub and said, "Give me the pen."

Qianmiao took out a pen and handed it to him: "Thank you."

Feng Xian pressed his pen, looked down at the topic, and said casually: "Thank you very perfunctorily."

"Oh, because it's you." She said while looking at her phone.

The man's mouth was curled with a pleasant curve, and the speed of writing questions became very fast.

He finished the multiple-choice questions quickly, and he quickly left his clear and simple answers to the big questions. The fonts are neat and vigorous, and they look very beautiful.

In more than ten minutes, two finished papers were placed in front of Qianmiao.

One of them was concentrating on the exams and the other was concentrating on watching movies. Occasionally, Qianmiao's hand would reach into his pocket to take out some snacks.

An hour later, a WeChat message popped up in Qianmiao's phone.

[Wei Wu: Look at the group, you were photographed.]

She clicked in and found a large group of training teams.

The communication inside is hot, and the news has reached ninety-nine.

Qianmiao flipped forward and found the first one.

[Classmate 1: (Picture) My boyfriend helps with homework, envy.]

The picture is her and Feng Xian's back, and you can barely see Feng Xian's side face. He focused on writing questions, quiet and pleasing to the eye.

[Class 2: Damn, isn’t this Tang Qianmiao? Can it still be like this?]

[Class 3: If you have the ability, let’s find a boyfriend to write the questions. Some people are really lucky!]

[Class 4: This man is not a student, he looks like a social person from the dress.]

[Class 5: This uncle is so handsome.]

[Classmate 1: Is he just dressed more formally and more in the company? He is not old at all, he is so handsome.]

[Class 4: As we all know, as long as we are not students, we are all old men, hahaha!]

[Class 2: Tang Qianmiao is so happy. It’s okay if her boyfriend spoils her so much, but he can write questions. What’s the use of some people having boyfriends? He doesn’t know how to write them.]

[Student 6: It is not necessarily correct to be able to write it out. What can anyone write the questions of the training team?]

[Student 7: I would like to ask if the teacher doesn’t care about this situation? Why do we all write questions? She is special?]

[Class 8: I also want to find an old man to spoil me.]

After reading about these few, Qianmiao didn't look back.

She went back to the first one, clicked into the photo, then clicked to save, and finally saved it in the private album.

"All it's written, are there any more? Take it out, I've written it all together." Feng Xian sorted out the finished part and looked at Qianmiao.

But I found that the girl was smiling slightly, as if she was watching something interesting.

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Chapter completed!