Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

After a year's work as a table mate, the division of classes and subjects, and the sweetness of ginger languid's dark poke also disappeared.

Wen Bai chose a liberal arts major with less than ten boys in his class. Jiang Lang chose science without any suspense.

Other people choose liberal arts, especially boys, the head teacher will advise, to wenbaikai here, directly give up. It's a testament to how useless wenbaikai is.

He also wants to stay in the same class with Jiang Lang, but he doesn't deserve the top class.

Jiang Lang just returned to his desk, he saw a pair of clear eyes at the window. After seeing that he is seated, the owner of the eye opens the window automatically.

"Is your PE teacher sick?" Wen Baikai inquired about it and came here.

Originally, he just went to the teacher's office to deliver things, but when he passed the fork in their class, he left for the special sharp class without looking back.

Wen Baikai thinks so. The office is so far away that it makes sense to send things for a long time.

As a result, I found the special class very lively. It was totally different from the solemnity of the Xueba district he had imagined.

"Yes," said Jiang

The next second, I saw that Wenbai's eyes were gone. Jiang Lang thought he was back to work, but he was still a little lost.

After a minute, Jiang languo hears strange footsteps. He turned his attention away from the textbook and watched the curtains float.

People who noticed this scene were laughing. Jiang Lang thought that only a fool would do this kind of window climbing.

Sure enough

Wen Bai Kai ran to Jiang languo's seat and came out of the curtain. Then he took a breath of nervousness and bent his eyes slightly, smiling sweetly.

"No, man, no?"

For Wen Baikai's question, Jiang languo is full of black lines. Look at him naively looking at himself, especially warm white open or squat, appear particularly small and lovely.

Ginger languor flicked his forehead way: "don't make trouble."

"Knock me?" Wenbai opened his hand over the forehead that had been played by Jiang languidly, "don't force me to show you the color."

Jiang languo looks at his warning, and there is a little doting in his eyes. "The exam is coming," he said

"Well?" Wen Bai Kai doesn't know why, but he's about to die in situ when he is taken in by Jiang languo's eyes.

"Don't say anything, just let it go."

Jiang languor helpless: "you do not need to review?"

Review can change what, bad is bad, good is good. No matter how to review, can not cross this gap.

Wenbai opened his eyes awkwardly, and the little thoughts in his heart were probably understood only by himself.

He said with a smile: "the big guys don't need to review, so ah, in order to become a big man, I decided not to review."

Ginger languor frowns: "this is OK?"

"Yes, brother."

"You don't play according to the routine..." Jiang languidly whispered.

Wen Baikai said he was calm and never panicked.

When the bell rings after class, Wen Baikai suddenly gets up. In addition to the people at the table here, Jiang Yong frightens the rest of the class.

"I have to go back." Wen Bai started to pat Jiang on the shoulder and regretted: "my God, I forgot that I had to go to class..."

Wenbaikai rushed out of the top class to the ordinary class when he just met the English teacher who had just come out of his class.

He is the teacher's focus.

God, who can cover his face at this time.

Help him!