After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 40 Kiss You

Just as Lu Qingjue was about to speak, he heard the crisp voice of the girl next to his ear, "If you absolutely don't want it, I'll kiss you?"

He froze for a moment, his back stiffened.

Ye Wanwan raised her head, her skin was as fine as snow, and her jet-black hair hung down on her chest, revealing a palm-sized, plain face.

When talking, the eyes are bent into a crescent moon, which makes people very happy when they see it.

Tian Mengmeng and Yang Yu finished their homework outside and just entered the classroom when they saw the two sticking together, and they couldn't help taking a step back in fright.

"Fuck!"

Tian Mengmeng's eyes lit up, is Xiao Wan finally going to attack Lu Shen?

Ye Wanwan and Lu Qingjue turned their heads when they heard the voice.

Seeing Tian Mengmeng's gossiping gaze, Ye Wanwan coughed twice, stuffed the Wangzai milk into Lu Qingjue's hand, then turned around and sat down, took out a book and started reading aloud.

As long as she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

When the class bell rang, Shen Yiyu walked into the classroom slowly with his schoolbag on his back.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw an aloof young man sitting next to Ye Wanwan.

From this angle, he could only see Lu Qingjue's sharp-edged side face, but he could still guess that this young man looked good.

Not bad, the little girl's tablemate is quite handsome.

Shen Yiyu was thinking in his heart, but the moment Lu Qingjue raised his head, his footsteps stopped.

The warm smile on his face became stiff.

That kid from the Fu family?

No, I haven't recognized my ancestors yet.

He's just a fresh-faced high school student.

After stabilizing his mind, Shen Yiyu returned to a gentle smile on his face, and walked towards his position.

Lu Qingjue felt a strong gaze staring at him all the time, frowning slightly, he turned his head and followed the gaze.

I saw a strange face looking at him with scrutiny in his eyes.

Lu Qingjue looked away indifferently, he was just an insignificant person.

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The last class on Thursday morning is Maths.

A few minutes before the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Yang Yu prepared the meal card and spoon, and only waited for the order from the head teacher before he started running.

Tian Mengmeng goes home for dinner every day, so she is in a hurry.

Both of them had already closed their math books, sharpened their knives and rushed to the dining hall.

But Ruan Qin obviously didn't pay attention to the time. She finished the sample problem and wrote a practice problem on the blackboard for everyone to practice.

Yang Yu sighed for a long time, lay down on the table and said in a low voice, "It's over."

Tian Mengmeng quickly poked him in the waist and told him to sit down. The teacher in charge looked over...

"Yang Yu, I think you did a good job in your math homework today. How about you come and see this question?"

Yang Yu stood up stiffly.

Fuck, he copied Miss Wan's homework, how did he know what to do?
Tian Mengmeng was also anxious at the side, what a pity, Yang Yu won't, the head teacher will definitely call her at the same table to get up and continue answering,
She is a tiankeng in mathematics, and she doesn't know how to do it.

Sure enough, in the next second, I heard the devil-like voice of the head teacher: "Tian Mengmeng, answer for your deskmate."

Tian Mengmeng said the formula several times, but she still couldn't write it, and her face turned red.

Looking at Ye Wanwan for help, he whispered, "Xiaowan, do you know what to do?"

Ye Wanwan was about to hand over the answer when she heard Ruan Qin from the podium say: "Sit down, next time you two don't copy other people's homework, copy the good b/q into 6/9."

Tian Mengmeng and Yang Yu hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when they sat down, when they heard the class teacher say again: "Tian Mengmeng and Yang Yu will go to the conference room to make up lessons later, and the others can go to eat."

"Oh..." Yang Yu sat down and looked at the army in the corridor frantically running towards the cafeteria. He was even more broken for a moment. He wanted to ask, "Can the teacher take care of the supplementary lessons?"

(End of this chapter)