After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

After the head teacher left, he dragged the table out a bit, deliberately not leaning against Fu Chenyan.

Fu Chenyan glanced lightly, but said nothing.

Bian Cong didn't bother to talk, he lowered his head and sorted out the books.

In the middle of finishing, someone called him from behind.

"Brother Cong, Brother Cong."

Turning around, he took a look at the boy.

If he remembers correctly, this boy is Jiang Haoan, the sports committee member of the class, and his grades are comparable to his.

"how?"

Jiang Hao'an scratched his head, looking a little inexplicably shy, "It's nothing, I'm just excited to be at the front and back tables with you."

Bian never understood, "What's so exciting about this?"

"You're a school celebrity." Jiang Hao'an explained in a sideways manner.

Oh, yes, he is in charge of Nancheng now, isn't he just a school celebrity.

"Damn!" Bian Cong raised his eyebrows, feeling a little flustered, "What's the point of being a celebrity and not being a celebrity? Aren't we all brothers in the same class? What's the matter?"

"Brother Cong!" Jiang Hao'an slapped the table, "In the future, if you have something to say, you can leave it to me if you don't want to write homework, and I will take care of it for you."

It's not the same as taking the lead, the little brother has someone rushing to do it.

Bian never couldn't help being happy, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, it should be."

It's easy to do things when there are more brothers, not bad.

With so many people rushing to be his younger brother, why does Fu Chenyan dare to speak nonsense to him?

Haven't you seen how powerful he is?

Well, very likely.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Fu Chenyan again, and found that the other party was looking at his phone with a sullen face.

It was still quite hot at noon in September. While looking at Fu Chenyan, he found that he was only wearing a white short sleeve. The sunlight from the window shone on his arm, and he could clearly see the fine hair on his arm. Looking up, you can see his slender neck and sexy Adam's apple.

Although Bian never wanted to beat Chen Yan more than once, but it is undeniable that this person's face is really handsome and impeccable.

As expected of the hero of the novel, he thought to himself, looking at the protagonist in the novel who is so handsome and miserable, it's not all nonsense.

Looking at him, Bian Cong rolled down his Adam's apple unconsciously.

???

What am I doing! !

Why be mesmerized by this guy's beauty? ! !

calm down!Be cool!

Pretty men are vipers!Viper!

Form is emptiness, form is emptiness, form is emptiness, Fu Chenyan is Monkey King.

Read it silently three times, Bian Cong patted his chest, and exhaled softly.

So dangerous, so dangerous, so dangerous, I was almost confused by this guy's beauty.

At this moment, Fu Chenyan's low laugh suddenly came from beside him.

Hold!Could it be that he discovered it?

This is the end of the game, shame on the doorstep!

He remained silent for a few seconds, pretending to be nonchalant about sorting out the books. While sorting out, he paid attention to the movement around him until he heard no more sound. He turned his head to look at Fu Chenyan resentfully, and found that the guy was still laughing, but it wasn't right. Instead, he looked at his phone and smiled.

His smile was very shallow, only the corners of his lips curled up.

This person, no matter what his expression is, is indifferent, giving people a feeling of aloofness and contempt for everything.

Cut, while snorting coldly from his heart, he leaned his head towards Fu Chenyan, trying to see what the other party was looking at.

But before he could look over, Fu Chenyan's voice came over, "What are you doing?"

The two were very close, and they could clearly feel the mint-smelling breath brushing against their ears.

"..."

As long as I am not embarrassed, it is someone else!

Bian Cong froze for a second, then stared at him confidently, "Whatever I want to do, it's none of your business."

After finishing speaking, Bian Cong sat upright, pretending to be nonchalant and continuing to organize the books.

Fu Chenyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to look down at the phone.

While his heart was pounding, it was like the feeling of being discovered suddenly while peeping at someone else.

After he calmed down for a few seconds, he heard Fu Chenyan laugh again.

Smile?

Unable to bear the curiosity, he pretended to turn his head back to talk to Jiang Haoan, and then secretly turned around while Fu Chenyan was not paying attention, and saw the content of a certain post being displayed on the page of the other party's phone.

[Help!What if the new deskmate is mentally retarded! ! ! 】

1L: alarm

2L: Pretending not to know, or pretending to be retarded yourself

......

......

Bian Cong: ? ? ?

You're done, Fu Chenyan, you're done!

Today next year will be your death day!

Bian turned back angrily, and threw the book on the table with a bang.

"You are mentally retarded, your whole family is mentally retarded!"

He didn't call names, just wanted to see if Fu Chenyan would deliberately find trouble.

"Damn it!" Jiang Hao'an poked his head from behind with a confused face, "What's going on, Brother Cong?"

"It's okay, express your opinion on someone."

Jiang Hao'an was confused: "Huh?"

Fu Chenyan laughed, put away his mobile phone, and cursed "mentally retarded."

"Fuck," Jiang Hao'an was stunned again, "What's wrong with you Xueba?"

"It's okay." Fu Chenyan raised the corner of his mouth lightly, "Just say it casually."

very good!

Bian Cong clenched his fists, Fu Chenyan, you are fine!

"..."

Jiang Hao'an looked at the momentum of the two of them drawing swords and crossbows, and always felt that the two of them were going to fight in the next second.

"Hey," he elbowed Li Chengbo twice who was looking up words, "Hey, hey, why do I feel that something is wrong?"

"Oh, don't bother me," Li Chengbo said without raising his head, "I'm looking up words, the next English class, the teacher must ask my name to translate and read."

"Oh, you can check it later," Jiang Hao'an snatched his translation book, "I don't think the situation is right. Look at the two of them, they always feel like they are going to fight."

"Hurry up and give it to me!!" Li Chengbo was in a hurry, and took the book back, "You observe first, and we will fight again when we fight."

Jiang Haoan: "..."

Jiang Haoan, who is committed to maintaining peace in the class, tried to prevent the two of them from having a chance to fight, and asked tentatively, "Brother Cong, Xueba, don't you guys get to know each other?"

Bian Cong: "I don't want to."

Fu Chenyan: "No need."

One question, two people answer at the same time.

The situation is very serious, and the problem is a little tricky.

Jiang Hao'an smiled awkwardly, and said, "Oh, we are all classmates, and you two are still at the same table. There will be more and more contacts in the future."

The implication is that you don't make trouble, otherwise it will be very embarrassing to meet in the future.

"More and more contacts?" Bian Cong sneered, "He's dreaming!"

Fu Chenyan: "No."

"Ahahaha." Jiang Hao'an had nothing to say and could only laugh dryly to himself.

"It's over, it's over, it's over," Jiang Haoan hurriedly discussed with his tablemate in such a difficult situation, "It will be difficult for us to get along in the future."

"Ah?" Li Chengbo was finally willing to look up, "Why?"

"Look." He gave Li Chengbo a look.

"Damn it!" Li Chengbo looked at the table of the two of them and whispered, "What's going on? Why is there a Milky Way between their tables? What's the situation?"

"What else can happen, I don't like each other," Jiang Hao'an sighed, "What's the matter, what should we do in the future?"

"What should I do?"

"You are stupid," Jiang Hao'an analyzed for him carefully, "Think about it, if they fight in the future, if you support Bian Cong, there will be no copying of Xueba's homework in the future, and if you support Xueba, then this is not open and Brother, you are right, what do you want to do in the future!"

"Fuck, is it that serious?"

"Hey!" Jiang Hao'an solemnly patted Li Chengbo's shoulder, "It's good to be at the same table, we have to rely on ourselves in the future, try not to disturb the two of them."

Li Chengbo nodded with a serious expression: "Understood."

The two people who are still in a mood here have no idea that they have been blocked by the two people behind.

The class bell rang. This class was an English class. The English teacher was a college student who had just graduated. Although he was a fresh graduate, he was vigorous and resolute. He started the class seriously and seriously.

"Class representative, hand out the test papers."

"Let me briefly talk about the situation of our mock exams at the beginning of the semester," Song Nan said succinctly. It's over a hundred, except for a few students, the rest of the students did well in the exam, this paper is not too difficult, let's pass it through, and get all the papers, right?"

"Get it."

"Okay, let's take a look at the answers first, and then we'll read a few chapters in a row and memorize the words, all right! Let's start now."

After the task was issued, everyone was busy looking up words and correcting mistakes.

Only Bian Cong stared at his single-digit test paper, unable to write.

It's really the bottom one.

There are a total of 50 points in the second paper, and you only get 8 points in the test, isn't it intentional?

Liuliu Dashun is not as lucky as you!

If Bian Cong was here in the book, Bian Cong would definitely have to teach him a few words.

Bian Cong looked through the test paper with a helpless expression.

I found out that his brother was just here to make a joke.

Look at the writing of this composition, I am afraid that the teacher will give points.

Dear, Jack

welcome to China, I hope to be your father.

seeyou tomorrow.

yours, Lihua.

Dear Jack, welcome to China, I want to be your father.

???

Co-author Jack came to China not to visit the Great Wall, but to recognize you as your father?

I really want to fuck you up.

Bian Cong was so angry that he wanted to explode, especially when he accidentally saw the test paper that Fu Chenyan had just handed out.

The second volume is 49, only one point is deducted for the composition.

Even more angry, I don't want the paper anymore.

Just when he was thinking about how to persuade himself to correct his mistakes, Fu Chenyan's voice came over lightly.

He laughed at first, and then said aloud, "Sorry, it's the first time I saw single digits, so I couldn't hold back."

Very good, Fu Chenyan, you are very good.

You managed to piss me off yet again!

I never swear!

I won't give you a fat beating!I will follow your last name! ! !

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The author has something to say:

It's okay to follow your husband's surname, isn't it Fu Congcong?

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