spend your youth with you

Chapter 118

"What kind of eyes do you have? He is Ye Yao who spoke at the opening ceremony!"

"Really? The real person is so handsome!"

"Who is the woman next to him?"

"That's right, it's really an eyesore."

Luo Yirui, who was passing by with her schoolbag on her back, stopped and turned to look.

When she saw the figures of Ye Yao and Su Haohao, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth.

Damn it, to pester the monitor all the time in school!

No, she must find a chance to teach her a lesson!
Luo Yirui tugged at her schoolbag, and walked towards the classroom with a dark face.

……

As soon as school started, Ye Yao was appointed as the class monitor, and the class committee of the second class was initially established. Su Hao Hao volunteered to continue to serve as a labor committee member, which was a tiring and unoccupied position.

Compared with elementary school, junior high school has a lot more homework, and the difficulty of the content has also increased a lot. The high school attached to University A is the city's trump card, and all the elites who can be admitted are all elites from all walks of life, especially in the second class, which is a good class with a lot of top students. At the beginning of the first day of junior high school, the atmosphere of learning in the class was very strong.

Every day after class, I immerse myself in my studies. At first glance, I thought I had entered the sprint class of the third year of junior high school.

But for a non-student like Su Haohao, nothing has changed, except that there are much fewer chances to sneak sleep.

Because... the teachers are very strict!

Each of them seemed to have a radar detector installed on their heads. Su Haohao was caught dozing off several times.

It made her nervous for a while secretly squinting.

Xie Jiafan and Su Haohao, who are both school scumbags, have the same illness and love each other, and they catch up on sleep every day under the teacher's nose.

The second period is history class again. The lecturer is a severely myopic old man in his 60s. His voice is like a lama chanting scriptures.

"About 7000 years ago, humans living in the Yangtze River Basin in my country used tools such as stones, wood, and bones..."

Su Haohao was forced to study by Ye Yao every night, and listened to lamas chanting scriptures during the day, his eyelids dropped, and he couldn't help lying down again.

Ye Yao, who was taking notes, turned her head and saw the girl beside her sleeping soundly with her eyes closed. She sighed softly, looked at the eye table, and moved the other books to her side, trying to cover her.

Luo Yirui, who has been paying attention to this side, felt that the opportunity had come, and immediately raised her hand to interrupt the teacher: "Teacher, sleep well in class!"

"Which one is better?" The old man of history immediately stopped his lecture, raised his glasses, and looked down the stage.

The whole class looked over.

"Have a good stay, you're done..."

Xie Jiafan, who woke up from behind, pushed back and said silently.

Su Haohao stood up with ignorant eyes, and his hair was blown up in a few strands because he had just slept.

"Pfft."

Someone couldn't help laughing, followed by the whole class roaring with laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Luo Yirui happily hooked her lower lip, thinking that she has finally been caught, the history teacher is so strict, she is definitely dead!

She turned her eyes with a smile, met Shang Ye Yao's cold eyes, suddenly became flustered, bit her lip, and immediately turned and sat down.

"Su Haohao..." The history teacher bowed his head and flipped through the roster.

"Teacher, I am sleeping, not her." Ye Yao stood up and said.

The history teacher raised his head, blew his beard and stared: "I'm old, but I'm not old yet!"

Su took Ye Yao's school uniform well, motioned him not to speak, and lowered his head to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, teacher."

Seeing her good attitude, the history teacher said, "I'll give you a chance. If you can answer my question, I'll let you go."

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