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As soon as she went out, Zhang Ailin happened to bump into Wang Bing who hadn't had time to leave.

"Hey, why don't you leave after school and study secretly?" Wang Bing said with a smile.

"Let's go now." Zhang Ailin pulled the schoolbag strap on her shoulder, and was about to walk around Wang Bing to the main entrance of the teaching building.

"Okay, I just wanted to ask you something, and I just ran into it," Wang Bing pointed to the classroom behind Zhang Ailin, "You go to the classroom, just in time to get the key I forgot on the podium, I will wait for you in the office. "

When Zhang Ailin heard this, she went to the office to talk. Wang Bing meant to fight a protracted war with her.

So she hurriedly said: "I have something urgent, Meng Wenjun is still waiting for me at the door."

Wang Bing grabbed Zhang Ailin's bag and said, "Don't pretend to me, I don't know you yet. Hurry up and bring me the keys, two bunches."

Saying that, he waved to Zhang Ailin, turned around and walked towards the office with square steps.

No way, Zhang Ailin went back to the classroom to search for Wang Bing's key on the podium.

Just now when Wang Bing and Zhang Ailin were standing at the front door talking, Zhou Zhou had already left through the back door.

Zhang Ailin looked at her desk, and was relieved that there was no trace of the so-called gift just now.

The things on the podium were arranged in a mess, it must be the student on duty today, taking advantage of Wang Bing's absence, he sneaked away without doing anything.

Zhang Ailin rummaged back and forth on the table, raised her hand to pick up a stack of papers, and inadvertently threw out a heavy object.The key was thrown on the ground.She hooked the key ring with her left hand and lifted it up, just about to put the stack of papers in her right hand back to its original place.

Suddenly, I saw such a string of phone numbers written on the next page of white paper.The phone number is followed by the last name.

season.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Ailin quickly threw the stack of papers in her hand on the name.

"Not even on duty."

Zhang Ailin thought so.

Staggering, walking reluctantly, she walked into Wang Bing's office. Zhang Ailin saw Wang Bing staring at the computer, busy.

She put the key on Wang Bing's table and wanted to go away.

It's all here, how can she leave so easily, Wang Bing quickly stopped her, looked up at Zhang Ailin, and asked, "Why are you going?"

"I'm leaving."

"What are you going to do? You want to leave before I say anything. Come back and sit here for me." Wang Bing pulled out a small bench from under the desk, put it on Zhang Ailin, and signaled her to sit down.

The steps that Zhang Ailin had just taken were taken back again.Glancing at the small stool Wang Bing handed over, he would rather stand.

Teacher Wang Bing, Zhang Ailin has never seen this type.And she may be born with each other.

After a while, Wang Bing entered the last word on the computer, raised his hand happily, clicked Enter, and said, "Okay!"

When he turned around, Zhang Ailin put her hands on the desk partition, half-closed her eyes, almost falling asleep.

Seeing her like this, Wang Bing frowned and scolded: "I haven't slept in this life, are you so sleepy? I didn't see you raise your head in class, and now you can fall asleep standing up!"

Zhang Ailin was awakened by the sound, shook her head slowly, and said, "I didn't sleep."

"Didn't sleep at night?" Wang Bing rested his elbows on the table, his tone softened.

Zhang Ailin shook her head in denial, and said, "No. It's just sleepiness."

This statement is false.Ever since Zhang Yeqiu got married, Zhang Ailin hadn't slept almost every night, not because she didn't want to sleep in her heart, but because her mind didn't allow her to sleep at all.

Which night is it not until four or five o'clock in the morning that you can barely squeeze out some time and sink your head into the pillow.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you this time?" Wang Bing asked.

This is a strange question, obviously you came to talk to me, but now you ask me what's the matter.

Seeing Zhang Ailin standing silently, Wang Bing was also a little embarrassed.

He coughed twice and said, "Do you know that classes will be divided soon?"

"I don't know." Zhang Ailin answered truthfully.

"I don't know?" Wang Bing repeated Zhang Ailin's answer, his tone full of suspicion.

Zhang Ailin didn't speak.

"Didn't Meng Wenjun tell you?"

"No." Zhang Ailin said.

Meng Wenjun never took the initiative to bring up the matter that Zhang Ailin did not ask in person.

Unless Zhang Ailin had to deal with it herself, generally speaking, Meng Wenjun took care of everything for her.

"In one month's time, the semester will come to an end. The school plans to separate out the arts and science classes before the final exam, so that they can prepare for the final exam," Wang Bing said.

Zhang Ailin didn't take this matter to heart. Classes, classes, teachers, and classmates were all the same to her, and there was no difference.

"Oh," she replied.

"Are you going to choose essays or theory?" Wang Bing asked.

"Reason." Zhang Ailin replied without thinking.

Although the scores in liberal arts and science are equally bad, if Jiangman is Jiangman, he must choose reason.Maybe Jiang Man has chosen reason now.

In this case, maybe you can get closer to her.

Wang Bing nodded and agreed with Zhang Ailin's choice: "I also recommend you to choose science. You are more talented in science than in liberal arts. You can't hold back a metaphor for a long time."

Then, Wang Bing raised his head, pushed his glasses, and said earnestly: "The class is divided, and I will take the head teacher of the science class. I think, I will arrange you in my class again."

In the grade, no teacher except Wang Bing wanted her.That's getting yourself into trouble.

Zhang Ailin didn't have any objections, but felt that Wang Bing suddenly set off the atmosphere a bit uncomfortable.

"How's the past two days at home?" Wang Bing asked again, and he had already started sorting out the materials in his hand.

"Very good." Zhang Ailin replied.

"Really? Are you getting along well with your father?"

"pretty good."

"That's good." Wang Bing said.

Zhang Ailin didn't wait for Wang Bing to speak again, and rushed to say: "If it's okay, I'll leave first."

Wang Bing waved his hand in agreement.

Very strange.After going out, Zhang Ailin was suspicious.

She couldn't help thinking of the half-written name on the podium just now, and quickly smiled self-deprecatingly.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Wenjun stood at the school gate waiting for Zhang Ailin as usual.

"It's nothing."

"Why is it so late today? I went to the classroom to find you, but you're not here." The two talked while walking.

"Wang Bing is looking for me."

"What's the matter? So formal." Meng Wenjun smiled.

"It is said that we will be divided into classes." Zhang Ailin replied.

Meng Wenjun nodded and said: "Yes, I was going to tell you about this too, but I think you must choose the right one. As for the class you are assigned to, it doesn't make any difference to you, so I didn't advance any further." Tell you."

Zhang Ailin suddenly became vigilant, glared at Meng Wenjun, and said, "How do you know I'm going to vote?"

Why do you feel that you know me so well so naturally?

Meng Wenjun was taken aback by Zhang Ailin's sudden reaction, then put on a gentle smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Do you like geography, history, or politics?"

He deliberately turned the conversation in a different direction, avoiding Zhang Ailin's sharp edge.

"Do you want to choose texts or rationale?" Zhang Ailin asked knowingly.

She knew that Meng Wenjun hated humanities subjects.

He hates the looming word "person" between the lines.

Meng Wenjun also smiled and did not speak.

Zhang Ailin sneered, and said, "I'm afraid you will be in the same class as me, right?"

The last time I entered school, by accident, Zhang Yeqiu failed to arrange the two of them together, and Meng Wenjun couldn't deal with it in time, which caused Zhang Ailin to drop out of school thirteen times.

This time, it is difficult for Zhang Ailin to sit in the same classroom as Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun still looked at Zhang Ailin with eyes like a kindergarten teacher silently encouraging children, without making a sound.

That look made Zhang Ailin feel sick.

Don't speak your own words, hold a balance scale in your heart.

"I don't want to be in your class." Zhang Ailin said in a disgusted tone.

What she didn't expect was that Meng Wenjun replied without thinking, almost following her voice:

"it is good."

Almost at the same time, Zhou Zhou also said the same.

Wei Chan was happily busying around the house, and stepped out of cheerful footsteps in the living room: "Then you don't need to prepare anything, I will cook the meals myself, and you can help mother go to the cake shop and get the cake, okay? "

Zhou Zhou listened, put on a pair of shoes casually at the door, and was about to go out.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. Also, remember to go to the shop on the corner and bring back the gift. Mom is waiting for you at home."

Zhou Zhou completely forgot, today is Chen Zhan's birthday.As for the reason why Chen Zhan came back a month early, it was probably because of this.

At this time of year, there is no need for Zhou Zhou to deliberately remember.Even if Wei Chan could forget Zhou Zhou's birthday, he would not forget Chen Zhan's birthday.She likes the excellent Chen Zhan so much.

But to Wei Chan's disappointment, Zhou Zhou only took back the cake.

"Where are the customized gifts?" Wei Chan poked her head out from the kitchen.

"The door was not opened, and a wooden sign was hung at the door of the store, saying that the store has something to rest." Zhou Zhou replied.

Wei Chan frowned, and the stir-frying movements under her hands became a little anxious, and she said to Zhou Zhou: "What should I do! I spent a long time designing it! Zhou Zhou, go to the one on the street again. Gold store, bring a necklace. My card is at..."

"No need, Mom." Zhou Zhou interrupted Wei Chan.

"What's the matter?" Wei Chan glanced at Zhou Zhou from the kitchen door and asked.

"This year, I specially chose a gift for Chen Zhan."

While talking, Zhou Zhou unzipped his schoolbag and placed the perfume that he planned to give to Zhang Ailin on the table in the living room.

A blue ribbon is tied on the red box.

Zhou Zhou stretched out his hand to smooth out the folds on the ribbon.

"It's so beautiful." Wei Chan said.

"I think so too." Zhou Zhou said with a smile.