Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

After that, school began for some time. Wen Baikai sits in the corner of the last row. Because of his height, Jiang is forced to sit in the back.

Wen Bai laughed at him, "what's it like to learn to sit behind a bully? It should be very sad. "

"It's nice to have you around."

I have to admit that he was lifted to the heart by Jiang languo. Wenbaikai rubs the red earlobe, don't look out of the window.

Jiang Lang opened his eyes, and the teacher knew that he was wrong.

Wenbai opened his eyes and the teacher knew that class was over.

Class break is coming to an end. There is a scandal about Wen Baikai who just left the classroom.

A senior sister handed him a note.

Sitting on the seat, Jiang languo's eyes flashed complex, and his heart slightly rippled.

I'm not feeling well.

In the eight trigrams class, it's not the sound of Weng class.

Thin lips light open, ginger languid way: "now is self-study time, I hope you discuss is the business."

Some of the more wild boys immediately said, "isn't this about Xiao Bai's life?"

"Ha ha ha..."

The class laughed again.

Jiang languo was angry and poked his pen on the paper.

I don't come back now. I guess I'm going to eat ice cream with my sister and play games online.

Jiang languo couldn't bear it and got up. At this time, wenbaikai just walked in, swaggering, as if not late.

Wenbai opened to his seat and looked at the math book and the math homework on the blackboard.

Why, he is a scum in study.

I don't understand.

Even if you memorize the formula firmly, you can do this problem. After encountering a new question type, he still didn't understand it. Without the answer, he can't get rid of the dog.

Homework is due next class.

Ask next door, next door all say: urgent what.

Wen Bai Kai's eyes are staring at Jiang languo's body in front. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang's grades were not bad. His homework should have been finished long ago.

When Xueba wants to learn, and takes the initiative to become the same table with Xueba

Wenbaikai forcefully took Jiang's deskmate away and sat beside him, holding his side face and asking, "if you've finished your homework, teach me, or if you're bothered, just copy it to me."

"Where did you go just now?"

"Ah, you found it." Wen Baikai takes out two alpine lollipops from his pocket. Reaching out to Jiang Lang's face, he said, "give me a copy of my homework, and I'll give it to you."

Ginger languid eyes did not stare at the sugar in his hand, but deeply staring at him: "seriously."

"Well." Wenbaikai firmly said: "there is still a fake."

A sugar for a few math homework, or very cost-effective.

Jiang Lang wrote the steps of solving the problem clearly in his book, including why he used this formula to write clearly for Wen Baikai.

Wen Bai held a meeting and wrote it again. After that, he sighed deeply.

"Why am I not your deskmate?"

You are a good student, I am a bad student, but I want to stay with you.

The next morning, his seat was next to Jiang's. Wenbai opened Leng Leng Leng, sat down and buried his head in the pile of high books.

"What's the matter, you moved it?"

Jiang languor nods.

Wenbai opened his head and said, "you are too presumptuous. The head teacher knows that I must be skinned by her."

"I asked her, and she allowed it." With a pen in his hand, Jiang languidly said.

Wenbai happy happy flustered: "you are also, not afraid I delay you."