Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

The most recent class average score has increased by nearly ten points compared to the beginning of the term. After everyone worked together, Wang Mingzhou agreed to take two classes as a reward for the class to watch videos.

This is the happiest moment of my high school career.

Even though it was a war-themed movie, they all watched it with gusto.

Qin Yan was not in good spirits at first, so he took a 10-minute break to watch movies while the lights were turned off in the classroom.

The loudspeaker roared from time to time, which was deafening. When she got to the back, she couldn't fall asleep, so she raised her head. No matter from which node she looked in, she gradually lost her sleepiness.

I accidentally bumped into the empty table behind, and the feeling I felt was completely different from usual.

Only then did Qin Yan see that there was a person sitting behind her.

It's delusional.

"Aren't you in the first row?"

"It's too close to the screen, which affects the perception."

Qin Yan felt that what he said was reasonable.

The first row is indeed too close, and the position behind her can have a panoramic view of most of the classroom, let alone a small whiteboard.

Zuo Wang lowered his eyes, secretly hiding the joy inside.

At a young and ignorant age, there is always one party who will involuntarily pay attention and approach...

Even if it's just a little vivid back view, but seeing her is enough to be joyful, enthusiastic and romantic.

Zuo Wang had a very difficult week, and the teachers of all subjects seemed to take great care of him.

He always stares into his eyes during lectures, giving people the illusion of one-on-one tutoring.

Occasionally, he was sprayed with saliva all over his face.

After finally getting through it, his position was transferred to the middle of the classroom, and finally he didn't have to suffer invisible torture.

However, Pharaoh's seating chart is arranged in a very magical way, and the main one is unpredictable.

There are two people between him and the little girl, and it is difficult to talk to each other on weekdays.

All I could see was the back of her hairy head, which was round and perfect.

Qin Yan's grades are among the best, plus she is soft-tempered and ready to answer every question. The students in the class especially like to ask her to explain their doubts.

No, the self-study class has just started, and the boy next to her is holding a paper and asking for answers.

The two heads were brought together, talking in a low voice.

Especially conspicuous in empty aisles.

Zuo Wangmeifeng couldn't help froze, pursed his lips, and couldn't get rid of the sudden irritability in his heart.

The draft book is full of sour circles, stacked on top of each other, without any rules.

When the two met at the bookstore on the weekend, Qin Yan obviously noticed that he was absent-minded, two of his mind was spent on studying, and the other eight was on mind wandering.

It can't go on like this.

An inch of money cannot buy an inch of time, and tutoring time is quite precious.

"Hey!" Qin Yan waved one hand in front of his eyes, pulling back his thoughts of wandering outside.

She took out a signature pen from her schoolbag.

"Its texture is super good. It is different from other pens. I especially like to use it to do homework. I always feel that the speed will be much faster. Zuo Wang, if you can concentrate on learning today's knowledge points, I will give it to you. How about you as a reward?"

Qin Yan reluctantly gave up.

The design of this pen is simple and elegant. The shell is silver and has beautiful cracked lines. There are no rules to be found, but it only adds to the beauty.

Most importantly, this pen feels very special in the hand, and Qin Yan has always liked it very much.

Zuo Wang glanced at the pen holder and recognized it as the stationery she often used.

Hooked lips chuckled and said: "I'm not a kid, and I'm still doing this..."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the bookstore closes on time.

Zuo Wang fiddled with the signature pen without blushing, and couldn't put it down.