South Wind Knows My Mood

This lesson is a class, two classes and three classes.

Qi Yizhen and Xu Nanfeng have found the front row.

Such as the back.

Xu Nanfeng can feel that countless eyes fall in her, and the surroundings are whispered, and they think that the sound is low, and it can be inevitable. Some will fall into the ears of the people.

"Oh, it is her, it's really, I have a face of Fox Meizi ..."

"No, I heard that it is a four or fifty-year-old old man, okay, Zhen Sao ..."

"How can we have this kind of person?"

. ......

Xu Nanfeng stagnant, Yingbai's finger unconsciously martedly with books, his lips were tight.

Yan Yizhen saw her, reached out, pinching her hand, glanced behind: "Don't listen to them, they know a fart!"

Xu Nanfeng did not speak, but it was unexpected.

Soon, the teacher attend class came.

With a powerful "class!", The surrounding sound is finally small.

Xu Nan's wind greets God, open the book, and began to listen carefully.

"Report!" The class began about 10 minutes, a loud voice, interrupted the lecture.

Everyone looks at the door.

It is Qin Ning, with his hands in the pocket, and the gentleman is standing, and the face is still unforeseen, and the laziness of the second generation is also.

The teacher turned his head and looked at him, and the face was helpless: "Come in."

Qin Ning's father is a sponsor of the college. It is the existence of the principal, and his small school teacher, one eye is closed, and it has passed.

Qin Ning smiled, he was not slow, a butt, sitting down in Xuantan Wind.

The position of the first row is in addition to and Xu Nanfeng, everyone is sitting, everyone is like a lot of discussion, hiding the plague is far away.

Ling Yogu is sitting in the second row, Xu Nanfeng's rear table, she side, empty a seat.

This weekday is Qin Ning's seat, she is deliberately left.

I know, from the beginning, Qin Ning did not look at her, and I didn't want to sit on the side of Xuandan.

It's hard, he doesn't know the rumor?

It is impossible, she specially found someone to tell him.

Looking at the back of Xu Nanfeng, bite the lips.

Qin Ning is half a snoring on the table. The face is laid on the side, and a pair of beautiful peach blossoms are seriously focused on Xu Nanfeng: "Hello, Xu Nanfeng."

Xu Nanfeng's eyes did not blink: "Listen carefully, there is something to say."

"..."

She is angry, and the back is straight, the long obsceral flavor is tiered, holding a pen in his hand, remembers the notes, the nose has a small sweat.

The teenage of Qin Ning.

He likes her, which is a confident, can't say.

Which is blindly said that she gave it to people?

It must be a hole in the wind!

Xu Nanfeng is so exactly to see how the little girl with outstanding socialist successors will be that kind of person?

He blinked and bent the corner of the lips.

In the next second, I saw a pen pointer to his eyes: "I will not take me next time."

Xu Nanfeng turned his face, a white face, a young face, serious looking at him, cute no.

He is lazy to see the sound: "Oh ..."

I yawned, I slept on the table.