Su Qingluo and Wen Musheng failed to fight after all, as soon as they reached the corridor, they were dragged back by Sister Yu who was walking to the classroom.

Facing the two thorns, sister Yu's headache is obvious.

The bell for class had already rang, and the three of them didn't enter the classroom. Sister Yu's voice of reprimanding them could be vaguely heard at the door of the classroom.

"Explain to me, what's going on with you?"

Through the window, we could see Wen Musheng raised his chin halfway, still in that ruffian look, he didn't intend to speak.

Sister Yu's eyes fell on the silent Su Qingluo: "Su Qingluo, tell me."

Su Qingluo glanced at Wen Musheng, her attitude was cold and firm: "I don't think he's happy."

Wen Musheng immediately said: "I am also very upset to see you!"

Sister Yu was so angry that she almost didn't come up. She stared at the two of them for a while, and then issued an ultimatum: "Both of you write an [-]-word self-criticism for me, and hand it in tomorrow morning."

Wen Musheng finally stood up straight, he protested: "Why? We didn't fight."

"Why?" Sister Yu suddenly raised her voice: "You are all planning to skip class, why do you still ask me?"

Wen Musheng had a firm attitude: "Did you successfully skip class? Are we still at the door of the classroom?"

What he meant was obvious, and he didn't succeed in skipping class, so why should he write a self-criticism?
Sister Yu has been teaching and educating people for many years, and she still has a headache when she encounters thorns. There are still a lot of ways to deal with them. She nodded to Wen Musheng: "You can write a review if you don't want to, let your parents come over .”

Wen Musheng stared at her eyes, and said after a while, "...No, my parents are not in City F."

This is no problem for sister Yu: "Then ask them to call me."

Wen Musheng's momentum weakened, "Isn't it just a [-]-character review? Write it down."

After all, he lifted his foot and walked into the classroom.

Wen Musheng, like Qiu Yilin, chose to walk in the aisle next to Ling Xing's desk. When he walked to Ling Xing's desk, his fist slammed heavily on Ling Xing's desk, and the words were clear. It floated into Ling Xing's ears: "Despicable and shameless accuser."

"Snapped!"

The next moment, a book hit Wen Musheng directly on the back of the head.

Wen Musheng paused, touched the back of his head, and slowly turned to look at Ling Xing.

The classroom was eerily quiet, and the melon-eating little eyes of the students turned back and forth on Ling Xing and Wen Musheng calmly.

Wen Musheng squinted his eyes and laughed angrily: "You fucking dare to smash..."

Before he finished speaking, another book hit him precisely on the face.

Ling Xing sat on the seat with a half-turned body, took another book in his hand, and prepared to smash someone: "If you can't shut your dog mouth by yourself, I don't mind closing it for you!"

Wen Musheng was really about to go crazy, but before he had time to attack, sister Yu entered the classroom. She stood on the podium and looked at Wen Musheng indifferently: "What? You still want to bully girls?"

Wen Musheng was extremely angry, pointed at Ling Xing and said angrily: "Didn't you see that she threw the book at me first?"

Qiu Yilin hurriedly stood up to testify for Wen Musheng: "Teacher, my classmates and I all saw it. It was Ling Xing who hit classmate Wen with a book just now."

Zeng Zhile also stood up: "Teacher, when a pervert passed by our desk just now, he suddenly smashed our desk with his fist. Teacher, I seriously doubt whether some of the new students have some mental problems..."

Wen Musheng's face was so gloomy that he pointed at Zeng Zhile: "Stop farting!"

Sister Yu scolded him sharply: "Wen Musheng, watch your words and demeanor!"

Sister Yu's gaze shifted from Qiu Yilin to Zeng Zhile. Before she could speak, Yu Pan, who was sitting at Ling Xing's front desk, also stood up: "Old, teacher, during lunch break today, new, new classmate suddenly ran over Threatening Ling Xing to make her wait..."

Yu Pan has excellent grades, speaks little, and never misses out in class. The teachers of all subjects have a good impression of her, and Sister Yu has a particularly good impression of her.

She knew that Yu Pan was determined not to lie.

Now Su Qingluo and Wen Musheng's sword-ridden tension finally had a reasonable explanation.

……

A new classmate has only been here for a few days, making the whole class uneasy. You can imagine how angry Sister Yu is.

A simple self-criticism can no longer solve the problem. No matter what Wen Musheng said, his parents are not in the city, Yu Jie insisted that he invite the parents to come to the school to talk, even if they are not parents, other elders are also fine.

This also caused Wen Musheng to look at Ling Xing's eyes more and more gloomy. Ling Xing knew that he was a no-brainer.

Obviously, Qiu Yilin believed whatever she said, and was led by the nose throughout the whole process, without the ability to think independently at all.

Su Qingluo wanted to write an [-]-word self-criticism. Ling Xing knew that she was the cause of the incident, and suddenly felt a little unbearable. When class was over, she said to Su Qingluo, "Let me write the self-criticism for you."

Su Qingluo looked up at her, with a faint smile hidden in her dark eyes: "Have you written a self-criticism?"

Ling Xing shook his head: "I haven't written it."

Just kidding, she has been a three-good student since she was a child, and she never caused troubles. Writing a self-criticism has nothing to do with her.

Su Qingluo tore off a piece of paper from the exercise book, wrote down the three words of self-criticism, and comforted Ling Xing: "It's okay, writing self-criticism is my strong point."

Ling Xing: "..."

Can you tell me, what is the pride in your tone?

Is it an honor to write a review?
Whether Wen Musheng's parents came to the school, the students in the second and third classes did not know, only that Wen Musheng calmed down a lot after that day.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between Wen Musheng and Qiu Yilin is getting better and better. Qiu Yilin will bring breakfast to Wen Musheng every day, just like serving the uncle, and the breakfast is not the same every day.

At this young age, it's hard not to think about Qiu Yilin's ambiguous behavior.

Even Monkey was puzzled: "She was still pestering Brother Yan a few days ago, it's only been a few days? Did she just empathize?"

The fat man also couldn't figure it out: "That Wen Hesheng is not as good-looking as our brother Yan? What does she look like?"

Monkey still wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ji Yan. His personality has become much gloomy recently, and the usual gentle smile on his face has long since disappeared.

There were not a few girls who liked Ji Yan in the past, but since the gentle feeling on him disappeared, the number of girls who like him now is at least half less than before.

Ji Yan glanced at Ling Xing from the corner of his eye, and said to the monkey and the fat man, "Don't gossip about other people's faults."

Monkey and Fatty nodded obediently: "I know Brother Yan, I just feel for you..."

What do you think?

Ling Xing grew up with him since he was a child, and his childhood sweetheart relationship for more than ten years can be lost by him. How many days did Qiu Yilin know him?
The monkey glanced at Ling Xing who was talking to Su Qingluo with a smile on his face, and quietly swallowed back the question when it came to his lips.

Ji Yan didn't seem to care too much, he murmured in a low voice: "My mother... is right, at this age, I can't tell the difference between the two emotions of liking and Mu Qiang, future stars...she will understand .”

Right now, all he has to do is to improve himself and stand high enough that Ling Xing can see him when he raises his eyes.

Those hurtful words... Xing Xing, if you think about it later, you will definitely regret it.

Calvin...

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