Super A, I was marked by a bamboo horse

Of course, when this incident was reported to Tieba, the photo of this red note was also taken, and it was hung on the front page for a long time, as if what was written on it was not slapstick at all but flirting, how could this be a red note , this is clearly a testimony of the Lord's love!

But that's already a story.

After Principal Wu left, the classroom finally quieted down, and the math teacher had already left.

The Chinese teacher gave him 3 minutes to go to the bathroom, Wu Xie smelled of chalk in his mouth, and he had already run out of water in his water cup, so he grabbed Ning Bo's thermos and stood up to wash his mouth at the sink .

When he came back, he looked at Ning Bo: "Today's water is pretty good, what kind of tea?"

"Black tea." Because of the fluctuation just now, the red color of Ning Bo's earlobes has not yet dropped, his peach blossom eyes are slightly drooping, and he dare not look at Wu Xie: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

As he said that, Ning Bo took out a large bag of tea from the small bag he put in the table pocket like a Doraemon pulling out his pocket, and handed it to him.

There is such a large bag of tea in a small bag, and those who don’t know it think there is some hidden space.

Wu Xie was a little stunned: "I always thought your place was quite small, but I didn't expect it to be so big."

There is no doubt about the speaker, but the listener has the heart.

A blush quickly smudged from Ning Bo's earlobe to the end of his eyes, even his fingertips were hot, Ning Bo stuffed the tea leaves to Wu Xie, and then turned his face away.

Wu Xie was confused by his sudden shyness, and didn't know what happened to him.

A thought flashed through Wu Xie's mind like an electric current, and Wu Xie couldn't help blushing, spit: "Damn, Ning Sanbai, it's broad daylight, don't you want to be ashamed?"

Ning Bo didn't dare to turn his head. He just lowered his head with his face sideways. The pen in his hand was scribbling and drawing on the white practice paper. Finally, under the influence of ancient literature, Ning Bo calmed down. He looked at the whole scene in front of him. On a piece of draft paper, Wu Xie's name was densely packed.

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After the Chinese class, the last class is the class meeting.

Lin Guoxing walked up to the podium, and first handed out the two red strips for fighting in class to the two hands. Seeing Wu Xie and Ning Bo coming down from the podium one after the other with the red strips, Li Xiao whispered to Xu Changxin said: "Look, does that red note look like the marriage certificate of the two of them?"

"If you can make a metaphor, compare it more."

The author has something to say: Those who won’t whitewash Huang Mingyao will only get worse

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Wu Xie rubbed his wrists and looked at Xu Changxin: Who do you think is crying and begging for Ning Bo's mark?

Xu Changxin retreated strategically: There is a kind of rhetoric called hyperbole.

感谢在2020-06-0520:56:59~2020-06-0620:57:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 Xianlin;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Ersong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!