Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 8: Who Doesn't Want Tenderness (8)

The two people did not enter the classroom together, but it was almost the work of the front and back feet, the classroom was a little noisy, Zong Que came in and was quiet for a moment, and the classmates saw that he just went straight to the back row and sat there without saying anything, and discussed it carefully.

"The last big question in this exam paper is really perverted..."

"Lend me a copy and buy you a drink."

"You didn't even write it?!"

"I lost track of the time playing the game, thinking that today is Saturday, and the sky is going to kill me, hurry up."

"I always feel that Zong Que's temper seems to have changed recently, and he is not as fierce as before."

"I started collecting English homework." Liao Yan listened to the sound of muttering homework in the back row and got up.

Some people took out their bags and passed the homework from the back row to the front row, while others sighed sadly: "Wait a minute, right away!" "

"I will send it over before class, and if I don't hand it in, I will hand it in to the office when I don't hand it in." Liao Yan collected a pile of homework books.

"It's really Joe, don't you just think you're great as a class representative, how can you wait a little longer?" Someone in the back muttered while quickly copying.

"The English teacher is not so strict in collecting homework, right..."

The sound is very small, but in the classroom, you can always hear a little bit in the small places.

Zong Que took out his English homework and knocked on the chair in the front row.

The boy who couldn't wait to stick his whole person on his desk in front turned around, with a bit of panic in his eyes: "What's wrong?" "

"English homework for me to pass on." Zong Que handed him the workbook.

The boy pushed his glasses, took it almost with sincere trepidation, and did not pass it to the front row, but ran to the podium and handed it to Liao Yan.

Liao Yan took the book and put it on the top, Ben didn't care, and when he saw the very conspicuous name on it, he looked at the boy in the last row who was sitting casually with the back of the chair in one hand.

Zong Que actually wrote his homework?

This scene naturally fell in Lin Heng's eyes, and he looked at the watch hanging at the back of the classroom and got up and said, "Okay, I'll put away my math homework." "

"Squad leader, collect it later." Someone booed.

"Can't be late, class is right away, there is a math class tonight." Lin Heng got up and urged with a smile.

As soon as he moved, the representatives of the other subjects began to collect their homework, and the classroom was a little chaotic, but the words that had been chanting Najo before disappeared.

A pile of homework was collected, and one by one the test papers were also passed to Lin Heng's hand, Liao Yan looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated face, lowered his head and counted the homework book, and wrote down the names of the people who had not been handed in.

"Do you want to pass on any other homework?" The boy in the front row turned around and asked cautiously.

Zong Que glanced at him and took out his school bag, and the table was knocked lightly, and when he looked up, the young man with the light on his back held the test paper and smiled: "Classmate, homework." "