Teacher, she snatched my milk tea! + Extra

But her bladder, which was about to explode, made her no longer care about these things. She walked forward with a blue face, and said angrily, "Well, can you let me go, I'm in a hurry."

Jiang Chen saw her suffocated pale face, and thought she was confusing them, and when they walked away, she would slap Wen Xinyan on the face, and quickly said, "Don't worry, you won't be in your liberal arts department. On the class floor!"

"It's full of people over there." Ji Xiran was also very wronged. As we all know, there are many women in liberal arts classes, and there are not enough toilets in places with many women, so she can only be smart and drag a few companions to the sixth floor to solve physical problems.

But what happened to this classmate, who kept stopping her from going to the toilet. Is this toilet opened by her family?

Seeing that Miss Ji was about to explode, Wen Xinyan quickly pushed Jiang Chen and said, "Class is about to start, let's go."

"Xinyan, it's okay, don't be afraid, with me here, she dare not do anything to you..."

After walking a long distance, I could still hear Jiang Chen's voice filled with righteous indignation. The content seemed to be asking a hero to save the beauty. Ji Xiran couldn't help shivering, thinking that these science monsters were really strange.

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The city they stayed in was a small city. Some people in the city were leisurely and easy-going, while others took time to walk, lest they lose a minute, and they would have nothing left after a second.

There is a large commercial building in the very center of the city, with a wall clock like the one in Britain in the 50s and [-]s hanging on it.

Every time the wall clock rang, Wen Xinyan would stop the pen in her hand and glance downstairs lightly.

Ji Xiran is still sitting by the window, changing a cup of milk tea in her hand every day, and seeing her happily holding the milk tea in her arms every day, she feels strange for a while, saying that girls are made of water. Could it be that beautiful Ji is made of milk tea? of?

This doubt lingered in her mind, but she was too embarrassed to ask her.

It's just that when I sat behind her that day, I smelled a faint milky fragrance on her body.It smelled a lot like a milk-scented soap she used as a child.

She didn't tell her why she was beaten, so she didn't ask. The last time the intercourse ended was the day the two of them bumped into each other in the toilet.

The teaching building of the third year of high school was covered with banners encouraging struggle, and there were also posters in their classes. The atmosphere of the college entrance examination infected everyone, and the sadness of parting also made people feel bitter.

Wen Xinyan used to like to memorize some English words after class, but since the beginning of the Spring Festival, her main job after class every day is to write classmates.

There are more than sixty students in the class, with their classmates' classmates, and their classmates' classmates' classmates.

All those who have relatives, those who want to associate with her, and those who want to be good friends with her, have excuses and reasons at this moment.

In the eyes of others, Wen Xinyan is a person who doesn't talk much but has a good personality. She will agree to any request. It's just a classmate list, and she has no reason to refuse.

It was written with the same name, gender and nickname, and when she was about to continue writing the contact number, she suddenly saw a line of words appearing on the gray paper with the drift bottle printed on it: Time goes by, and no one knows the story hidden in my heart.

Her heart moved, and she seemed to casually ask Jiang Chen, who was stealing spicy sticks while he was busy, "These classmates are colorful, where did they buy them?"

"It's in the shop in front of the school. You can see it as soon as you go in. There are quite a lot of them inside." Jiang Chen looked outside the classroom like a thief to see if there was any head teacher, and stuffed spicy sticks into his mouth, muttering. Unclearly said, "One is about 30 yuan, which is quite cheap. Xinyan, do you want to buy it too? If you want to buy it, let's go and have a look after school."

Looking from the window of the teaching building, you can see shops next to the school gate and some restaurants selling cheap meals. There are more porters who help pick things, drivers who ride tricycles, and dishwashers who help in restaurants.

Wen Xinyan's eyes skipped over the crowd one by one, and finally fell on a middle-aged woman with gray hair and stooped body.

She clenched the pen in her hand, swallowed the "yes" that almost blurted out, raised her head and smiled, "No, I have something to do at noon, I'll buy it next time."

"Ah, okay." Jiang Chen was a little disappointed, but the spicy sticks in his hand were washed away a lot.

The classroom is noisy, regardless of gender, they all enjoy the last happy time with their friends when the head teacher is away.

Wen Xinyan finally finished writing that classmate note. She put down her pen, leaned against the window, and looked at the girl on the third floor who was holding milk tea and happily doing the questions from time to time. She made a camera movement with both hands.

Chapter 5

The time has entered the middle of May, and the school has no intention of doing any honor roll anymore. The rounds of mock questions make the students almost breathless, and the classmate records flying all over the sky are becoming more and more flooded at this time.

When I often go to the bathroom, there are several classmates' records on the table that I hope Miss Ji will show her face.

Ji Xiran couldn't finish writing after class, so he had to write during class.

It’s the late stage of preparing for the college entrance examination. Liberal arts is not like science. There is still room for improvement. At this time, the knowledge points of liberal arts have been clarified. Open one eye and close one eye.

As she was writing, suddenly a strange "classmate record" appeared in front of her.

It was self-made with a piece of counting white paper, on which was thickly drawn with a black pen, and three large characters of "classmate record" were written.At the bottom is a series of things such as imitating the names written by authentic classmates.

The handwriting is very neat and looks like a girl's, but Ji Xiran couldn't figure out which classmate could be so creative and come up with such a unique "classmate record".

Her classmate Lu Wanwan watched a Korean drama under the covers last night, and she is sleeping soundly at the moment, maybe she is dating her beloved Oppa, and she is too embarrassed to disturb her, so she can only take advantage of the old man in history to turn around While writing on the blackboard, he elbowed Muzisong who was also sleeping on his stomach at the back table, "Hey, Pine Cone, where did this come from?"

"Where did it come from?" Mu Zisong was dreaming of dating Wen Xinyan, one of the grade goddesses, and was suddenly woken up by her. He was angry for a while, and just wanted to express his dissatisfaction. When he tilted his head, he seemed to see thousands of male compatriots behind Ji Damei holding hammers and staring at him like angry birds, and he immediately froze.

Reluctantly rubbing his eyes, he glanced at her hand, and suddenly felt strange, he smiled and said, "Who is this buddy, so creative, this is good, I like it, if you give it to a girl, you will definitely be praised for your hard work ,Hey Hey."

Ji Xiran saw his goofy look, and suddenly felt speechless, "What do you like, let me ask you when was this and who put it here?"

"Ah—" This stopped him from asking, after all, boys have rough minds, and he ran out to mess with boys after class, so how did he know this.

"I'm really out of my mind to ask you." Ji Xiran shook his head, turned around, read and read this classmate record, and wrote his own information neatly.

Because the original characters were written in lowercase letters, she looked at them, feeling inexplicably unwilling to admit defeat. In order not to lose to her, she deliberately used the running script that she had practiced for more than ten years. The classmate recorded and wrote more attentively than the Chinese paper for the college entrance examination, and it took a whole class to finish it.

After finishing writing, holding this special "classmate record", she thought for a while, and put it in the original place.

In this way, its owner will not misjudge the place and miss it.

In order to keep the students full of energy, the school has always advocated napping, and usually class ends at 02:30 and class starts at [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Wen Xinyan sat in the classroom until the person by the window on the third floor left. Then she slowly moved downstairs step by step while supporting her hungry and aching stomach.

In the large courtyard separated from the liberal arts and science building, the sun can shine down obliquely, and the slightest drizzle can also seep in along the moss-covered wall.

Sunshine, rain and dew make the flowers and plants planted in the patio grow very well.

When Wen Xinyan walked to the door of the liberal arts experimental class, she looked up and happened to see a full blooming champion red, dancing and swaying with the wind.

With a guilty conscience, she walked to the place where she often stared at, and at a glance she saw the special "classmate record" pressed under an exquisite alarm clock.

It has not been disliked by others, on the contrary, the people who handled it seem to cherish it very much.It is written in flowing handwriting, and at the end, there is a special message from a friend:

Unfamiliar friends, I wish you and I a bright future and live up to the years.

Very strong and powerful handwriting, Wen Xinyan remembered that there was a high school class, when the English teacher asked her to go up and write silently, the English words she wrote were just like now.