It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

What to fill in for this "shipping address" has become a difficult problem.

She didn't really want to fill in the address of Shengshi Villa.

Fill in the school?

Not quite right, she didn't want to go exploring at the inn.

Fill Tangli Street?

Well, this is even more wrong. If this is filled out, wouldn’t everyone know what she bought?

At that time, the headline news inside Denghuo will be "Yangyang is always learning the basics of accounting." Everyone is destined to die, but it cannot be social death!

Their sheep must always be perfect. The cold lamb fingers were on the phone case, slowly stroking it.

He didn't know that there was a mobile phone facing him and a live broadcast was on.

The cool little sheep's little actions went from being idle and dazed at the beginning, to finally getting Zhuo, the super troublesome and the big boss, out of the blacklist.

The difference was only a minute or two.

Qing Leng Xiaoyang was preparing to listen to the class carefully when the ring tone of her mobile phone almost rang through the classroom.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Yang Zai immediately hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.

Boss Zhuo, the idler, sends an emoticon to Tournesol every few minutes.

I have been entertaining myself for almost 50 minutes.

Unexpectedly, Tournesol released him without paying attention.

The red exclamation mark is gone.

The beautiful Zhuo Jinqing immediately called the phone.

Not surprisingly, he got a hang-up kill!

The most important thing for a person is persistence. If you can't even persist, how can you talk about hooking up with Tournesol!

Zhuo Jinqing continued to "sell swords" in the chat box.

"There are many kinds of Lao Gong, and today I am your infatuated one!"

"Brother Tangtang has had cerebral thrombosis for ten years, but he still can't hold your heart together."

"I don't like hairy heads, because like repels others."

……

During the long five minutes before lunch, Qing Leng Xiao Yang was sitting on pins and needles in the classroom.

It wasn't because she was worried about grabbing food later, but because she was holding back her breath because she couldn't hit hard with her Sheep Sheep Fist in public.

Finally, the professor played the PPT to the last page.

And we were in class for 50 minutes, and Baiyang was on duty for 48 minutes.

The cold little sheep's hanging heart finally fell to death.

The professor is still very good, letting the cold little sheep choose at will between the dead end and the cliff.

"I wonder if our classmate Baiyang has ever seen the real financial statements?"

The cold little sheep nodded in confusion. After nodding, he wanted to give his own little sheep a few slaps on the face.

Let you recognize it! To be honest, this is obviously a trap. If you are asked to jump, just jump!

Woo hoo hoo, Qing Leng Xiao Yang scratched his nose and began to look forward to what the regret medicine would taste like.

There is obviously no regret medicine.

The professor slowly walked to the back of the lecture theater.

Every step she took, she murmured in her heart that the classroom was too big, which was not necessarily a good thing. The shoes she wore today hurt her feet!

Finally, the walk up the mountain was almost complete, and the professor admired Bai Yang's pretty face from a close distance (a dozen seats apart) for the first time.

Well, the person is indeed very good-looking, and he feels a little better. The professor continued the question just now: "Can Mr. Bai share with you how you found the report and how you felt during the process of reading the report?"

It is still early in the semester, and her class is also a class that freshmen often audit.

Normally, the answer to this question is found online. She actually doesn't understand it, but she feels that others have done it very rigorously. Then after the classmate has finished answering, she can talk about the homework topic assigned today.

However, the person who stood on the "top" of the classroom to answer the questions was their boss, Mr. Bai Yang, the crown prince of the Bai family.

Blinking his eyes, Jingui Xiaoyang was forced to take the microphone handed to him by his teacher.

Bite the bullet, Jingui Xiaoyang answered very implicitly, "I read it on my dad's computer." The computer at Baijia Villa is approximately equal to her dad's computer, so this rounding is still correct.

"My impression is that the financial reports of different types of companies are still very different."

After clicking to the end, Jingui Xiaoyang immediately returned the microphone.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom filled with nearly two hundred students.

In fact, there were quite a few people here who started companies at home, but Baiyang was the first to directly tell him about using his father's computer.

The professor smiled dryly.

Okay, I know your family is very rich.

"Indeed, the type of company has a direct impact on which items appear frequently on financial statements." The professor took the wireless microphone passed by the students and continued the class.

"...Retrieving information is also an important ability, so our homework for this class is to ask the students to each find the annual financial report of a company with a turnover of more than 10 million, and conduct a simple analysis of each item. .”

Finally putting her words back together, the professor took advantage of the time when the students were rustling around to pack their things, and continued to move the painful jue↗ with difficulty, "down the mountain" back to her podium.

By the time she plugged the microphone back in, she was already surrounded by a group of studious classmates who didn't like chasing stars but loved asking questions and listening to her answer questions.

When he was answering questions or pointing out questions, the professor looked up and glanced at Baiyang's position inadvertently.

Where can I see the sheep that have given up (running away after class)...

At this moment, Yangzi, who finally had the chance to escape and had to deal with a few casualties before going to the club activity room for a lunch break, was a little anxious.

While a group of young fans were "watching" from a distance, Qing Leng Xiaoyang put on his backpack, picked up his cell phone and ran away.

While walking, wear a hat and a mask at the same time.

While she was in a hurry, she didn't know which genius would take advantage of this moment to call her.

Finally, I freed my hand to open the phone and pressed the elevator button. Sheep was very busy.

The army of guards behind him also found it amusing, so they followed him from a distance.

On the other end of the phone was the voice of President Chu Tinglan.

"Baiyang, get out of class! Come directly to the club activity room!"

"Today's lunch is a club reunion, so there's no need to go to the canteen!"

The president’s loud voice was like the sound of nature.

The cold little sheep, who had been squeezed into the corner of the elevator and shivered, let out a silent cry and immediately agreed, "Okay, come here now!"

Next to Chu Tinglan was the face of Vice President Tang Zhu with a smile on his face.

There was also Tang Yan's hands that were shaking like a sieve together with his body, as if he had a sudden epileptic seizure.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Tinglan thought that Tang Zhu was playing tricks again, and cursed angrily: "What are you doing, a ghost is possessed?" Is it so funny for a young boy to be live broadcasted!

Tang Zhu was still shaking, his mouth twitching: "Electricity...electricity...leakage..."

Chu Tinglan, who almost lost a general: Gan!

The Hanfu Club activity room was in chaos.

Fortunately, nothing happened to Tang Zhu in the end.

A group of club members came back with takeaways, and locked the door of the activity room with their dogs for fear of "ghosts chasing" behind them...