Fast wear male god is super fierce

Chapter 215 The tablemate is milkshake flavor 10
As if nothing happened, he went back to work silently.

The little face is still dyed a touch of red, hot.

He pursed his lips in displeasure.

what the hell.

Why didn't you go back to the classroom and talk directly, and even sent a message.

White was happy.

Shaking his head, he continued to chew on his math problems.

During the lunch break, Han Jiao, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the little girl beside him, frowning, and looked at the paper in distress.

My eyes fell on the question I was doing, and the words were beautifully written.

The tone is direct: "Wrong."

When Sha Ling heard the voice, she straightened up immediately, pursing her lips and glaring.

"Where is wrong?"

Han Jiao took another look.

"That's not right."

Saaya: "..."

Immediately clutching his paper tightly, he no longer looked at him.

He turned his head and continued to count with a pen.

The questions were really different from what she had learned, and she couldn't figure out one after reading it for a long time.

Han Jiao standing next to her stood up, covering her whole chest.

The slender fingers pulled out the paper she was pressing.

With a smile on his face.

"No, no, I'll teach you."

Not knowing where the anger came from, his fingers directly snatched the paper he was holding.

But Han Jiao squeezed tightly, and the paper was torn in two neatly from the folded mark in the middle.

People in the class read books and sleep, but it was very quiet.

The voices of the two of them just now were also extremely low, even if they heard the voices, no one paid attention to them.

Sha Ling saw that the scroll was torn.

Dazed for a second, he pursed his lips tightly and stuffed the other half into the table hole.

Then lie on the table motionless.

Han Jiao held the other half of the paper and remained silent for a while.

Sitting down, he gently touched the girl's lying hand with his fingers.

A little bit of the eyes are exposed.

The corners of his eyes were red, and even his white and tender arms were covered with water stains.

Cried?

But there is no sound.

So delicate?
After a while.

Han Jiao coaxed softly helplessly.

"I'm sorry, don't cry."

"I'm writing you a copy?"

"Don't cry for a while, your eyes are swollen, it doesn't look good."

"I'll give you a lecture later?"

His fingers gently pulled her arm, wanting to look at her eyes.

Saaya sat up suddenly.

The eye circles were red, and there were still teardrops hanging on the slender eyelashes.

Soft and tender and pathetic.

Moist eyes stared at him roundly.

His expression was full of accusations.

"Help me write another copy, and write down the answers I wrote wrong!"

"it is good."

"Speak to me!"

"it is good."

Almost behind, Han Jiao was copying a paper with a loose face, while Sha Ling was sleeping comfortably next to her.

When the first get out of class was over, I gave her the paper.

The words are pretty tight.

Satisfied nodded.

"If you bully me again, I will cry for you!"

Looking at the fierce girl, the threatened Han Jiao smiled deeply: "Okay."

In the afternoon, Ren Yuanyuan was also with her, and a boy who was not very talkative who was with Han Jiao last time, four of them went to clean the big classroom.

There is an exam tomorrow, so let them clean the classroom.

Sa Ling has never done such a job, she has someone to do everything at home, at most it is watering flowers or something.

There is something fresh about holding a broom and rag.

Han Jiao opened the door with the key.

Ren Yuanyuan talked to Han Jiao next to her from time to time, and Han Jiao also talked to the boy next to her from time to time.

Sha Ling stood behind alone, like a little tail, but with her head hanging down, she kept silent.

(End of this chapter)