Chen Meng's face froze, she stared fixedly at Nan Jiu, and clenched the hand hanging by her side tightly.
After the initial daze, the girl next to her quickly pushed the person next to her, and then both went to sue the teacher
In the office,
Fu Hong's complexion was extremely bad, she slammed the lesson plan in her hand on the table, and sternly said, "Nan Jiu! Is this your upbringing?! You have been feeding dogs in moral classes since you were a child?"
The girl lazily raised her eyes, her long and narrow peach-blossom eyes were filled with a little coldness, her tone was lightly ridiculed: "She can accidentally spill ink on my desk, I accidentally spilled water on her, okay?"
Standing by the side, Chen Meng looked even more aggrieved, stretched out his hand to wipe his face pretendingly, and said in a crying tone, "Teacher, student Nanjiu is too much, I said I was careless"
Fu Hong's face became more gloomy, and she looked at Nan Jiu as if she were looking at a stinky fly. If she could, she really didn't want Nan Jiu as a student. Or a gambler, what kind of good person can be born in such an environment? Still have to waste time to go to school, she thinks such a student should have been expelled long ago!
"Nan Jiu, you talk back to the teacher, you're right!"
Just now Fu Hong wanted to take advantage of this matter to teach Nan Jiu a lesson, when there were three knocks on the door.
Indifferent and calm, it seems to contain some kind of rhythm.
"Come in." Fu Hong said with a cold face.
The door of the office was pushed open, and there was a slender boy in a white school uniform, with deep and handsome features, like someone who came out of a cartoon, noble and indifferent.
At this moment,
He just stood there, nodded slightly politely, his tone was flat, his voice was clean and clear, like ice and snow: "Teacher."
Seeing who was coming, Fu Hong's originally gloomy face eased a little. After all, this is her favorite student. Since entering school, she has occupied the first place in various competitions and participated in countless competitions. Fu Hong still counts on the person she taught Can the student bring back a champion in the college entrance examination for her, "Student Han, what's the matter?"
Han Jinyan slightly raised his long eyelashes, his dark eyes glanced at Nan Jiu who was standing beside him, and then he looked away without emotion, walked straight to Fu Hong, and handed over the prepared materials in his hand, Quietly drooping eyes, calmly: "Teacher, the information you want."
The boy's hands were well-knit and slender, with beautiful and delicate lines, and his complexion was too white. His snow-white fingertips touched the edge of the A4 paper and pushed it to Fu Hong.
Fu Hong lowered her eyes, looked at it, and suddenly smiled, "Okay, teacher understands."
Han Jinyan hummed lightly, turned his eyes sideways, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl standing beside him, who looked very unruly.
It just so happened that Nan Jiu's eyes met his. The girl was expressionless, indifferent and prickly.
Seeing the young man looking this way, Chen Meng clenched his fingers a little bit shyly, and thought that his face must be out of makeup now, and hated Nanjiu again from the bottom of his heart.
The boy calmly withdrew his gaze, remained silent for two seconds, and then said unhurriedly: "Teacher, regarding the matter of Nanjiu, it was someone else's verbal insult first, so we can't blame her."
When Han Jinyan said this, he had a handsome face indifferently, and he couldn't see any expression on his face. It was also that kind of unhurried, with a consistent sense of coolness and dignity, which was easy to be convincing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com