Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 290 The male theologian is in my house 10
Xinhe showed a smile on her small face, with bright eyebrows and eyes: "Okay! Maomao, you are my second baby~"

Shuangmao frowned: "Who is the first?"

Xin He frowned: "The number one is of course Fu Lou."

Shuang Mao snorted heavily to express her dissatisfaction, and then turned her head to sort out her manuscript.

Seeing that a large sum of remaining points in his account was debited, Shuangmao's heart was bleeding.

But who made this person his family?
When Xin He returned to the classroom with her lunch box, she looked at the test paper on the table and suddenly remembered.

She forgot to take the test paper to the office to the head teacher when school was over!

Shuangmao said unhurriedly: "Hehe, your class teacher is on duty today, so I just wanted you to eat first, and it's not too late to go to the office after eating."

Xin He walked out while packing up the test papers, "Do I look like the kind of person who would blame you?"

Shuang Mao said without hesitation: "Yes!"

Xin He: No more love, goodbye!

The office was empty, only Jiang Shuhong was grading homework.

Xin He knocked on the door of the office, heard Jiang Shuhong's voice before walking in.

"Teacher, these are the test papers from last night. I finished writing them. Let's see if you can."

Xin He obediently handed the test paper to Jiang Shuhong.

Jiang Shuhong flipped through it at will, and found that except for multiple-choice questions, the accuracy rate of other questions was 100%.

She looked at Xinhe with a half-smile: "Did Fu Lou tell you the answer?"

Xin He rubbed her nose a little embarrassed.

Jiang Shuhong didn't intend to embarrass Xin He, she waved her hand to let Xin He leave.

Just as Xinhe took two steps, Jiang Shuhong called her to stop again, "Xinhe, wait a minute."

Jiang Shuhong rummaged through the homework papers for a long time, and then found a homework full of red crosses, she handed it to Xin He, and said helplessly: "Xin He, you are already a third year in high school, from your homework From the looks of it, your foundation is actually good, if you work hard, there is still hope for college, you..."

Listening to Jiang Shuhong's nagging for a long time, Xin He suddenly felt a little guilty?

It wasn't until she walked out of the office in a daze that she realized that the scumbag was the original owner, not her!

After a long lunch break, looking forward and looking forward, she finally made her look forward to Fu Lou.

It's a pity that when Fu Lou came, it meant that it was time for class.

Xin He supported her small head, her once round and clear eyes had become squinted.

Every time the history teacher on the stage said something, Xin He felt like he was hypnotizing her.

After finally waking up for a while, Xin He turned his head to look at Fu Lou. The young man rested his chin on the table with one hand, stared at the blackboard with his dark eyes, and turned the pen with his slender and graceful hand. It was glued to the boy's hand, and it couldn't fall off no matter how you turned it.

Xin He stared blankly, and all the sleepy bugs in his mind disappeared.

Fu Lou tilted his head slightly, the girl was lying on her arm, her delicate fair face was bulging, her brown pupils were round, as clear and clear as a kitten, she was staring at her hand without blinking look.

More precisely, staring at the pen in his hand.

Fu Lou looked at her quietly with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that Fu Lou stopped spinning the pen that Xin He reluctantly looked away.

Suddenly, he met a pair of dark eyes.

The owner of those eyes seemed to have been looking at her for a long time?

After a few seconds, Fu Lou calmly looked away, lowered his eyes, and wrote something seriously in his notebook.

(End of this chapter)