Jiangshen's Xiao Zuojing is strawberry flavored

Chapter 122
Lao Chen changed the arrangement of their seats to avoid the fact that no one was at the same table.

This time some people have to move the table.

Old Chen explained: "Be careful when you move the table, classes are still going on downstairs."

Naturally, they tried not to make any noise, and no one downstairs said anything.

——Actually, I didn’t look for them that often upstairs, and only said a few words when the voice was too loud.

Lao Chen didn't separate Qiao Mian and Jiang Si, the two gods of learning, and let them communicate with each other, so they didn't have to change places.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

But Song Ruan was not as lucky as them, and directly changed from the first row to the third last row.

This distance is too far away.

Putting the last stack of books on the table, Song Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat down, too tired to move at all.

Song Ruan hasn't checked who her deskmate is - anyway, except for Xu Xing, there is no difference between the others.

He thought so.

However, Song Ruan slapped her face in the next second.

He and Jiang Shouning beside him stared wide-eyed, and it was the first time they experienced the feeling of being slapped so quickly.

My face hurts and my heart is so tired.

Jiang Shouning was even more upset than Song Ruan, he treated the book in his hand like an enemy, and snorted coldly.

Song Ruan: "??"

What are you snorting coldly?Wasn't it you who scolded people behind your back last class?

Song Ruan became angry immediately: "What are you humming? Can't speak anything but monosyllabic?"

There is something wrong with this person designation.

Jiang Shouning obviously didn't expect Song Ruan to respond directly to his yin and yang strangeness, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He choked and stood where he was.

Song Ruan also imitated him and put the books on the table heavily.

But at this time, everyone had already sat down and didn't move their things anymore... This made Song Ruan's voice particularly obvious.

Almost half of the class looked over.

Song Ruan's aggressive aura disappeared instantly, and she smiled awkwardly.

Why are you so quiet at this moment...

Old Chen happened to come over from the back door: "What's wrong?"

Lao Chen also knew that Jiang Shouning was not liked by everyone, so he considered for a long time who should be his tablemate.

Old Chen thought about it, and found that the only person in the class who could play with anyone was Song Ruan.

Unfortunately, if Lao Chen changed his position two classes earlier, he might not have any objections.

...Is he too good at getting stuck?
Song Ruan rubbed the center of her brows, feeling that she was about to have a heart attack.

"It's nothing, my hands are slippery." He smiled, and put the books on the table back into the drawer.

Old Chen: "?"

He just saw that Song Ruan picked up the book and threw it down on purpose.

But Lao Chen also knew the idea of ​​taking care of Song Ruan, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Have everyone changed their places?" Lao Chen carried his books: "Then let's start a new class."

Song Ruan: Life is not easy, Ruan Ruan sighed.

Fortunately, Xu Xing's threat was very effective. Except for the initial provocation, Jiang Shouning remained calm afterwards.

It also saves him the trouble of getting along with Jiang Shouning... Anyway, there is no need to communicate.

After a long time, it was almost Qingming again.

Lao Chen assigned Song Ruan a task, asking him to find people in his class to sign up for the Qingming Poetry Club.

He also said that because the Qingming Poetry Conference will be held all day, each class must have three programs.

Song Ruan said with a bitter face, "Three programs are not so simple."

The solar term of Qingming is too restrictive, and all things related to "festive" are not allowed.

You can also recite the whole poem.

(End of this chapter)