Feng Nanshu was lying on the table looking at him blankly. After hearing these words, he raised his head as if he had regained consciousness: “I learned a lot.”
Jiang Qin couldn’t help but raise the corner of his mouth, saying to himself that this silly girl really thought that she had learned the trick and got through, but she didn’t know that Zhu Feng and the others turned a blind eye.
“The weather has been getting colder and colder recently. Is the heater in your dormitory hot?”
“It’s hot. Wenhui hung the socks on it to dry and they were dry the next day.”
Jiang Qin couldn’t help but glance at Gao Wenhui: “Xiao Gao, you know a lot of tricks like this.”
Gao Wenhui was drinking water when she almost choked, her face turned red instantly: “Don’t you guys do this in the boys’ dormitory? And it’s not just me, Feng Nanshu also does this sometimes.”
“I learned this from you!” Feng Nanshu turned to look at her.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s the little rich woman’s, her socks are fragrant.”
Gao Wenhui clenched his fists and thought to himself, forget it. Although this detail is abnormal, it seems to be quite easy to understand after a closer look.
Jiang Qin leaned back in his chair and glanced at the blackboard. He had planned to memorize a few words, but it was not in vain, but he found that his brain seemed to be eaten by zombies, and he started to wander off soon.
He took Feng Nanshu’s textbook and flipped through it twice out of boredom, only to find that every page in the book seemed to have its own name.
The little rich woman’s handwriting is beautiful and neat, just like her person.
Sometimes I write one or two on a page, sometimes seven or eight.
The difference in these numbers should be determined by the number of times Feng Nanshu was in a daze. The more dazes, the more he wrote.
But fortunately, there is no heart or anything after the name…
“Textbooks should be kept neat and tidy, and no graffiti should be allowed.”
Jiang Qin returned the English book, said something to the little rich woman, and began to look around.
Classes 4 and 3 rarely sit together. They basically use dormitories as groups, each with its own small circle. Jiang Qin looked up and saw Pan Xiu, and on either side of Pan Xiu were Song Qingqing and Jiang Tian.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Qin couldn’t help but look back and found that Ren Ziqiang had indeed returned to his previous position, sitting side by side with Zhou Chao.
Is it true that someone wakes up suddenly in the middle of a dream?
“Brother Jiang, what do you think I’m doing?” Ren Ziqiang looked confused.
Jiang Qin put his arm on the desk behind him: “How are you and Pan Xiu? I’m a little bored. Tell me to cheer me up.”
Ren Ziqiang was not annoyed, but said expressionlessly: “I haven’t paid attention to her for a week, and suddenly I felt that it was just that, just the past few days were difficult, but after I got used to it, I became relaxed and comfortable. Not only did I sleep better, The living expenses are enough, and occasionally I feel lonely, which is quite comfortable, as if a heavy burden has been lifted.”
“Has Lao Cao introduced you to your girlfriend?”