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The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, and asked strangely, "Why give me this?"
"Throw it away if you don't eat it." It was already Han Jinyan's biggest surprise to be able to take the initiative to drag a stranger who was only acquainted with him to school today.
Nanjiu doesn't eat much sugar. The main reason is that even if she had money, she would not waste it on buying this.
What's more, there is no money.
This is the first time someone offered to give her candy.
I don't know why, but it's strange for some reason.
The girl tore off the candy wrapper with one hand, and it was a blueberry fructose.
She bit her thin lips casually, clenched the candy wrapper into a ball, and wanted to throw it into the trash can next to her. For some reason, she stopped suddenly.
So much so that I missed the trash can directly.
Soon we will reach the gate of the campus,
Nan Jiu looked at the campus not far away and stopped.
Han Jinyan looked sideways at her.
The girl smiled at him, and lazily leaned aside: "You go in first."
"What?" Han Jinyan asked calmly.
"You can understand that I don't want others to see me entering the campus with you." Nan Jiu clapped his hands and said something.
Who is she,
Who is Han Jinyan?
It can be troublesome to be seen.
Nanjiu hates trouble the most.
"Five points will be deducted for being late for morning reading." Han Jinyan glanced at her slowly, not caring, please said something coldly, then turned and walked into the school.
Nanjiu:? ? ?
Points deducted?
oh,
It seems that there is this.
Almost forgot that this guy belongs to the student union.
Nan Jiu narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly chased after him, "Hello!"
Han Jinyan stopped and frowned slightly.
Under the morning light, the girl was full of unruliness. She walked a few steps quickly, with a half-smile: "Good student, should you deduct points for yourself?"
"After all, you are late too." Nan Jiu was in a good mood, with a playful smile on her lips.
Hearing this, the boy in white was calm, "I know." After the words fell, he walked forward without hesitation.
Nanjiu stood where he was, sneered slightly, then watched Han Jinyan walk into the school gate for a while, and then walked in slowly, unhurriedly.
She walked into the teaching building, came outside the class, glanced at the students holding the textbooks inside, touched the roof of her tongue with the tip of her tongue, and refused to go in. Anyway, she would only be disgusting if she went in, so she leaned directly on the wall next to her, Conscious penalty stand.
The Chinese teacher of Nanjiu class walked over with high heels.
She has just graduated from university. When she came to this school, she was still a very young teacher, about 20 years old, with a gentle and polite temperament, and quickly became one with the students.
"Nanjiu?" Looking at the girl with a lazy expression on the wall, the Chinese teacher stopped and called out.
Nan Jiu looked up slowly, then stood up, "Hello, teacher."
The Chinese teacher felt a little funny, "Are you late again?"
Nan Jiu: "um."
"It's just right, the teacher has something to do here, you come to the office with me." The Chinese teacher said.
In the classroom,
The boy in white was holding the textbook. From his perspective, he happened to see Nanjiu and the Chinese teacher outside from the door of the classroom.
Han Jinyan paused slightly.
He looked back without any waves.
And in the office,
Nanjiu stood in front of the Chinese teacher, lowered his head, stared at the desk in front of him, and didn't speak.
The Chinese teacher smiled: "The composition you wrote before, the teacher submitted it for you."
Nanjiu:?
The girl was finally willing to look away from the table, "What?"
"It's the composition you wrote before." Seeing the girl's expression of indifference, the Chinese teacher seemed to have a sense of accomplishment, and spoke in a more gentle tone: "The teacher voted for you without authorization, the National Middle School Students Essay Contest, you You won't blame the teacher, will you?"
Nanjiu: ""
Can she blame it?
"This is the certificate." The Chinese teacher took it out of the drawer and slowly handed it to Nan Jiu: "Your composition won the first prize."
Southern wineHolding the certificate, clutching the corner of his clothes, he remained silent, but his eyes were light.
"Your composition is really good, the writing is deep, the language is fluent, and even the structure is well controlled. Why don't you study hard?" The Chinese teacher was puzzled. She didn't feel that this girl was born to be a bad student , on the contrary, she felt that Nanjiu was very good.
But why
"Teacher, my grades are not good." Nan Jiu raised his lower lip and smiled slowly, "Since the teacher voted for me, I will give this certificate to the teacher."
It's useless for her to ask for it.
It can't be spent as money either.
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, this should be an age full of fantasies about the future and unscrupulous.
Ke Nanjiu's body is more of a kind of coldness, and there is also a sense of world-weariness and indifference.
"Hey! You child" Before the Chinese teacher finished speaking, the girl bent down slightly, bowed, then turned and walked out.
Sitting alone at the desk, the Chinese teacher looked at the certificate lying quietly on the table, and shook his head helplessly.
Nan Jiu didn't return to the classroom until after class was over.
Without even looking around, she went straight to her seat, sat down, and began to sleep on her stomach.
There is some noise in the classroom after class.
Chen Meng was shuttling back and forth in the classroom with a form in his hand.
The school will hold a sports meeting in a few days.
Now it is probably the students who are applying to participate in various competitions.
The chatter of discussions scattered in all directions.
Chen Meng walked up to Nan Jiu with a sweet smile, "Student Nan Jiu, do you want to participate in a competition too?"
The girl didn't even raise her eyes, but still said three words, coldly: "No need."
The smile on Chen Meng's face froze for a moment, and it was a pity: "Okay."
After finishing other students, you should hand over the form to the teacher.
Chen Meng turned around and looked at the girl who was still sleeping on her stomach at the last table, her eyes flickered.
She pinched the form with her fingers a little harder, and finally looked down at the form in her hand, staring at it, wondering what she was thinking.
The Zheng Zheng in his youth was not as mature and steady as he was eight years later, so he just stood beside Han Jinyan in a dawdly manner, "Brother Han, go out to play with your buddies after school?"
"Do your homework." Han Jinyan said lightly.
Solemnly: ""
All right.
Brother Han is a good student.
Everything comes first.
After school,
The girl walked towards her pocket with one hand and walked out of the school alone. The classmates around her seemed to be far away from her subconsciously. Only she was alone, and the shadow cast by the setting sun on the ground seemed lonely and indifferent.
Nanjiu walked through the streets all the way, returned to that street, and opened the door indifferently.
Just a few steps in, a wine bottle was violently thrown directly to the feet, hit the ground, and instantly fell apart.
Nan Jiu frowned and ignored it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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