Jiang Nian held two packs of Xixile, feeling a little embarrassed.
Is my stress that obvious?
"Okay, thank you, teacher." After he spoke, he tucked the two packs of Xixile into his pocket and turned around, "Teacher, remember to hand in the friendship fee on time tomorrow."
"Hand in your head!" Qianbao threw out her notebook.
The lights were bright in the science office.
Zhong Qing was not in a beautiful mood; she had just gone to check on the night study session in the class.
When she entered through the front door of the classroom, there were four buns on Li Hua's desk. After completing a round, only two were left, and after another round, the buns were gone.
When leaving, Qingbao kept muttering to herself. He scored ninety-five in biology, he scored ninety-five… She had to grit her teeth and guide her student through.
Tap, tap, the sound of knocking on the door.
"Teacher?"
"Hmm, come in."
