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They all said in private, what kind of car did the graduate student drive and what electronic products did he use.

While Xiao Hong was yawning boredly and touching up her makeup in the mirror.There was a sound next to her ear, and a pile of books was swept out by the woman beside her.Xiao Hong pulled Shen Yuan's arm:

"Why?"

"Where's my set of Tianli Rolls?" Shen Yuan looked down for a while, amused Xiao Hong:

"Well, I'm going to start studying hard."

I thought, this little girl might really be aroused by her own words.Shen Yuan glanced down at the set of papers, pulled them out, stood up while pressing the drawer, and said:

"There's a question I don't know, I'll ask it."

As she said she was about to leave, Xiao Hong quickly pulled her arm off behind her.Behind Shen Yuan he told her:

"You should fill in some words!"

Shen Yuan suddenly realized, turned her head and grabbed a pencil, patted the shoulder of the boy in front of her, asked for a paper and hurriedly copied a few strokes, then turned around and grabbed the senior high school entrance examination math paper and walked outside the classroom.

This classroom is not only for junior high school students, but also high school students over 15 years old, art students, sprint classes, salted fish classes, and piles of big classes.

Walking in the corridor, Shen Yuan took a quick glance at the building opposite the courtyard, and disconnected from them.There are one-to-one, one-to-three, and one-to-two single-person tutoring small classes.

When she went downstairs, a little girl in a skirt went down the stairs one step ahead of Shen Yuan. She came out of the junior high school class downstairs. She was taller than Shen Yuan, and she looked like a big girl.

Shen Yuan slowed down her pace, and from behind she could see the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walking downstairs with a paper.

Shen Yuan not only slowed down her steps but also lowered her voice.In her sight, she saw the senior from an unknown school go downstairs, cut her hair, caught her pace and followed her, and saw a chair at the door of the classroom at the corner of the corridor on the first floor.

On the chair lay a man dozing with a newspaper over his face.

The quasi-senior high school senior walked slowly to the man's side, seeming to hesitate for a moment.The senior, who didn't know whether to wake up or not, looked around, and another figure in his twenties who looked like a friend walked into the yard, holding a book in his hand.

It seemed that he was also the remedial class teacher here. When he saw the senior high school senior, he seemed to know her, so he said:

"Student Zhou, what's the matter with you?" The tone was flat, not at all like the atmosphere of meeting between opposite sexes.

The senior senior sister paused and said, "It's nothing, someone told me just now that Teacher Liu is looking for me."

"Really." The young teacher pulled out the book in his arm, and hit the man lying on the chair lightly and hard.

His strength was well controlled, and the newspaper covering the man's face was blown down by a gust of circular wind.

"Liu Jianming, let you watch the door and put yourself to sleep. What's the matter, didn't you sleep well at night?"

Liu Jianming, who covered his forehead with his hands, opened his eyes and said angrily, "You have the nerve to say, if I knew you asked me to come and see the door, I would not have returned to China. I will leave tomorrow. There are a lot of things in school. .”

The young teacher looked at Liu Jianming condescendingly and smiled, and said, "It's not your old man. You should go home at night. It's a birthday, and you can't justify it if you don't come back. It's too shameful."

Then, the teacher turned his head and resumed his inhumane expression, and said to Senior Sister Zhou just like a teacher and a student:

"Class starts now, don't delay."

Senior sister Zhou said "hmm", and waited for the young teacher to leave gracefully before leaning on Liu Jianming's lap.

"Ms. Liu, I don't know one question here."

Shen Yuan, who was watching from behind, raised her hand and raised the exam paper in her hand.The sun shines through the paper and sprinkles gold into her eyes.Light see through paper back.She turned back to the stairs.

But after walking for a while, she was not reconciled, leaning against the stairs and leaning out to have a look.

Liu Jianming picked up a book that he didn't know where, and there was a gap between the two of them, and they opened the distance quietly.Say:

"You should ask Teacher Yang, I don't teach here."

"But you're not in America..."

"The United States does not have a Chinese general college entrance examination."

"But I heard you were..."

Liu Jianming lay down again, covered his face with his newspaper and said in silence, "Ms. Yang is from the Department of Mathematics. I think it would be better for you to ask him."

Shen Yuan kicked the pebbles at the foot of the stairs with the tip of her sandals, and when Senior Sister Zhou came back, she sneaked a sideways glance at her.At this moment, Shen Yuan memorized the girl's face, and leaned out to look at the man lying outside.

She went upstairs in a hurry, and slammed on Xiao Hong's side two minutes before class.

Xiao Hong was texting her boyfriend, Xiao Yangzi, who was in the class next door, and Shen Yuan patted her friend on the back.Say:

"Is there a beautiful woman in No. [-] Middle School who did well in the exam and has a mole under her eye. She used to belong to our school."

When Xiao Hong heard the words, she gave Shen Yuan a silent look: "Why, is there such a character?"

Shen Yuan pulled the corner of her mouth with her nails, and said, "Didn't she go back to our school to give a speech. Liu Jianming, he doesn't feel good about his grades."

Xiao Hong thought why, and rolled her eyes: "If he is not interested in others, does that mean he is interested in you? Your logic. Figure it out yourself."