Chapter 508 The wife next door is growing up 33
Qing Wu was called to the office alone. After understanding what the head teacher meant, he nodded obediently.
Lu Bai was also called to the office after her.
When he came back, Qing Wu turned around, put his hands on the edge of his table and looked at him, a pair of beautiful and bright eyes flashing.
The boy picked up the pen and was about to write. When he asked her to turn around, he looked up at her, waiting for her to speak.
She smiled and said, "Xiaobai, did the teacher remind you not to fall in love early?"
"...Hmm." Lu Bai hummed, then pursed his thin lips.
Qing Wu put his chin on the back of his hand and sighed, "The teacher is a little worried..."
When she was in junior high school, her little sweetheart said she didn't fall in love early, but she still remembers it.
Lu Bai sat with his back straight, looking down at her lying on his table with some depression, as charming and innocent as a milky-white coquettish cat.
He blinked, expressionlessly stretched out his hand to cover the top of her head, and then rubbed it gently.
Qingwu moved his head slightly and looked up at him obediently.
The two naturally became close.
The classmates who had been secretly peeking at the two of them watched with wide eyes.
Kill by touching the head! Would you like it to be so sweet...
However, there are lemon fruits on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree - Emma, so sour!
Li Yun glanced at it and then withdrew her gaze.
Even though I have been jealous and envious for so long, I still have to admit that no one can really get in between them.
This person Tang Qingwu...
Her eyes were complicated, with lingering fear in her heart. ……
After dividing arts and sciences, students found their study direction. Moreover, with two perverted academic gods present, the learning atmosphere in the class is very good.
At first, Qingwu would be surrounded by classmates asking questions every day during class, and she answered them patiently.
So... more people asked her questions, and even classmates from the next class came to her to discuss some Mathematical Olympiad questions.
Compared to her side, Lu Bai's place at the back table was obviously much less crowded.
There was nothing I could do about it. The young man, who was so handsome and cool that he felt oppressive, just sat there quietly without letting anyone come up and disturb him. Someone finally plucked up the courage to come to his table, even asking questions cautiously.
When you look at him with those cold eyes, your heart tightens, and you always feel like you have done something wrong.
But Qingwu is different. The girl is petite and well-behaved. She smiles sweetly and is easy to get close to. Although the aura is similar to Lu Bai's, it puts less pressure on people.
Qingwu, who was surrounded by people during class and even had to squeeze in time to go to the toilet, looked up to the sky and sighed.
She dug into the drawer and found a few brand new notebooks, and then started writing. She writes slowly and carefully.
She is sorting out notes from various subjects. Including different solutions to frequently asked questions and analysis of important and difficult questions.
I wrote for several days in a row. Hurry up and hurry up, even the Zhuma classmate at the back table has no time to deal with.
A week later, when another classmate came to ask her a question, she simply threw away the notebook in that subject and let them go inside to find the answer and analyze the process.
The classmates flipped through it, then looked at her with bright eyes, and asked if they could borrow it for two days.
The notes of the master of learning are rare but not sought after!
She waved her hand and told them to do whatever they wanted, as long as they didn't bother her again. The classmates were not annoyed, but smiled sheepishly.
After that, those notes were circulated in the class. After reading them, most students expressed that they wanted to copy them, but there were too many people, so they went to make copies, so that everyone had a copy.
(End of chapter)