After The Devil Became A Little Pitiful - MTL

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?? The head teacher of Class 3 of the second grade is a political teacher, and the content that he can manage is very limited. The time for self-study is all assigned to the main subject teachers.

?? He Qingyu yawned and sat on the podium to invigorate the exam.

?? "The most envious of my student was the invigilator. When I was struggling to write homework, the teacher could walk around and dangled."

?? He Qingyu let out a sigh of soul, and looked around all the students back and forth.

?? The student who almost met the teacher's gaze, immediately bowed his head in fright.

?? He Qingyu: Hehehe

?? Then she openly took out a box of cake rolls, one bite at a time, the group of children who were approaching school time were all crying.

?? Classmates:...

?? He Qingyu opened his mouth and ate another. The soft and waxy cake roll was wrapped in chocolate liquid, and the white cream filling overflowed from between his fingers, exuding a faint vanilla flavor.

?? Classmate: Keep your head down and work hard!

?? He Qingyu leaned against Yan Qinzhi's table, watching the children write essays with their pens one by one, filled with maternal brilliance.

?? System: "Let me remind you one more sentence, the little baby in your mouth is the big devil."

?? How tragic the last world was, have you forgotten? !

?? Yan Qinzhi was growing up, the school meals were not satisfactory, similar to pig feed, without any oily water, she was accustomed to enduring hungry, attractive cakes, the aroma continued to spread in the air, cakes The scum fell on the white test paper.

?? She couldn't help swallowing.

?? Li Shuxue bent down and said quietly: "Want to eat?"

?? Yan Qinzhi has never eaten any cake, even if it is his birthday, he picks himself home and raises his grandma, just cooking a bowl of instant noodles.

?? She once saw a child from a wealthy family put a 10-inch cake on his face and sprinkled it on the ground. The rich cream was messed up.

?? "Isn't the cake just for playing?"

?? "Who can eat this thing, too tired!"

?? Yan Qinzhi gripped the pen tightly, but the snow-white pen and the golden nib were equally eye-catching.

?? Yan Qinzhi didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and even the test papers in his hand became lonely and outdated.

?? Li Shuxue put her hand on Yan Qinzhi on her shoulder, "Are you hungry? Would you like a bite?"

?? As she said she stuffed the newly packaged cake rolls into Yan Qinzhi's drawer, "Shhh, don't tell anyone."

?? "This is the secret of the two of us."

?? Yan Qinzhi blushed, she was disturbed, but she did not dare to say, "This is not good..."

?? Li Shuxue: "Be good, don't be hungry."

?? Yan Qinzhi has never received a gift from anyone at school. She has long thought that she is unworthy to communicate with others.

?? Even if I occasionally receive gifts from class activities, many will not stay with me for a long time, find an oil head to return it or throw it away.

?? The pink wrap of the cake roll in the drawer of the desk is written in unreadable Japanese.

?? It seems to be a good brand for imports.