The boss is at the same table, she pretends to be good again

Chapter 40 Master favors apprentice, it's only right and proper!

Ning Lekang stared like copper bells. He looked at Rong Heng, then at Li Mingting, and finally said: "Yang Mingliang gave it to Xueba? He misplaced it."

The object of the confession was suddenly changed, and Li Mingting and Rong Heng didn't react.

But Ning Lekang has already started to complain: "Yang Mingliang, that bastard, has the nerve to covet our top student, and he doesn't even look at him for being so cowardly."

He handed the card to Li Mingting, and said, "Look at Xueba, what the hell is he writing?"

Li Mingting took it over and took a look, and found that Yang Mingliang had copied a large section of Luoshen Fu.

Although they are somewhat nondescript, they are arranged neatly and stroke by stroke, which is pleasing to the eye.

So Li Mingting commented very pertinently: "The handwriting is not bad."

Ning Lekang was stunned for a moment, Rong Heng lowered his face and sneered: "Dog crawling characters, are you also applauding? You have never seen beautiful characters, have you?"

Ning Lekang was standing beside him: "How is that possible? Xueba's own handwriting is very beautiful!"

Rong Heng couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped Ning Lekang on the back of the head: "You are the one who talks too much, shut your mouth! Do you look like an old man when you chatter every day?"

Ning Lekang: "...QAQ"

The old men are bitter, but the old men don't say anything.

After reading the card, Li Mingting put it back into the box, together with the stuffed bear.

Rong Heng said beside him: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the school prohibits puppy love, I am obliged to supervise and remind you for Teacher Huang."

Li Mingting's eyes were curved, and he raised his lips to look at Rong Heng in a good mood: "Okay, thank you Rong Heng."

Rong Heng let out a "hum", and turned his head away, out of sight and out of mind.

Li Mingting put the gift box in the table hole, she turned over a page of the English book on the table, and continued to read the words calmly.

After Rong Heng glanced at it, he felt quite uncomfortable.

It's only been a day since I transferred to another school, so I'm recruiting people like this!
This deskmate, how can he stand up for Mr. Huang!

After finally getting through the self-study, Rong Heng was about to play basketball as usual, when Li Mingting suddenly stopped him and said, "Can I trouble you with something?"

Rong Heng looked at her condescendingly, with a somewhat irritable tone: "Say."

Li Mingting took out the gift box and pushed it in front of Rong Heng: "I don't know that student Yang, can you return this gift for me?"

Rong Heng's hand that was turning the ball paused, and after a while he said: "I'm not your little brother, if you let me go, I'll go?"

Li Mingting tilted his head while resting his chin, and smiled cutely: "But you are my master! It's only natural for a master to favor his apprentice!"

Rong Heng: "..."

Have nothing to refute?
Rong. Master Heng threw the basketball into Ning Lekang's arms, and then picked up the gift box with one hand.

The delicate and beautiful bow on the gift box has been completely deformed by his scratching, intentionally or unintentionally.It's just that instead of feeling sorry, Rong Heng lowered his head and took a look, complaining: "Vulgar and ugly!"

Li Mingting held back his smile, and looked at Rong Heng with very sincere eyes: "Then please master."

Rong Heng waved his hand, indicating that everything is nothing.

He carried the gift box and sprinted out of the classroom door, followed by four or five friends, and a group of people walked towards Class [-] aggressively.

Class [-] is on the fourth floor. After a group of people went up, Rong Heng stood at the door of the classroom of Class [-] and caught a classmate: "Call out Yang Mingliang from your class."

As soon as the student looked up and saw Rong Heng, he quickly ran back to the classroom, and then called out to Yang Mingliang who was sleeping on the table.

(End of this chapter)