Ren Ziqiang: “?”
Young Master Cao was also confused: “No, I planned to write the word “forbearance”, why did I write it wrong?”
“…”
“Brother Cao, I find that you have a kind of beauty that is missing from your brainstem.”
“????”
Jiang Qin listened to the two live treasures chattering behind him, and couldn’t help but grab a pack of almonds from his pocket and pass them back, intending to let them work on their mouths, so as not to interrupt his study with the constant push.
This almond is a snack prepared for the little rich woman, but because everyone is applying for classroom self-study at the end of the year, every place is full, and they don’t get a turn together.
In fact, Jiang Qin could take the initiative to change classes or something, but he felt that was not good. What if someone said that Jiang Qin, a big boss, still clings to his good friend? So this almond is cheaper than the two dogs behind.
“Thank you, Brother Jiang!”
“Lao Jiang, you have some conscience!”
But just when he was about to put the badam wood on their desks, a whirring sound suddenly came from the back door. When Jiang Qin raised his eyes, he saw someone from Class 4 walking in with their bags. .
Feng Nanshu walked behind, wearing a down jacket with a plush hat and her hair tied into a ponytail. She walked among the girls with a cold expression and cool eyes.
Crossing the corridor, the little rich woman came to Jiang Qin’s side, then whispered “brother” and sat down.
Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini also followed, walked around to the other side of the lecture theater, and sat in a row with Jiang Qin.
Cao Guangyu and Ren Ziqiang were spreading their hands, waiting for snacks, when they suddenly discovered that Jiang Qin had taken back the bag of almonds with a very shocked expression.
“????”
“Damn, he faked a shot at us?!”
“Brother Cao, I can’t bear it anymore. Just hit him with the tip of your pen and I’ll keep an eye on him.”
Cao Guangyu clicked his ballpoint pen, feeling like he had to avenge a deep hatred. Finally, he took hold of Ren Ziqiang’s hand, and regardless of his objection, he wrote on the back of his hand a message even bigger than his own. Big and dark, “cowardly”.
Ren Ziqiang: “…”
At this time, Jiang Qin took apart the almonds, peeled one off and fed it to the little rich woman’s mouth: “Why did you come to us in the middle of class?”
“The heater is spraying water.” Feng Nanshu said softly.
“?”
“Who teased it?”