Jiang Nuo buried himself in his hat, only revealing his dark eyes, staring nervously and horrified at the slender figure on the podium who was handing out math papers.
Lin Zi looked at her and raised his eyebrows at her from afar...
It's over! She retracted her paws into her sleeves, whimpering inwardly.
It's over! ! She covered her face and cried.
She has very few steel balls left! Just, just...!
Bang!
A test paper was slapped on her forehead, which was covered with tears.
"Face it, kid."
The old bitch sat down next to her very coolly.
"This week let's go try that newly opened Internet celebrity milk tea shop," Lin Zi crossed her legs in a happy mood, "the same old rules~"
Nuo Nuo felt aggrieved as he pressed her head and nodded.
I wish you a speedy lumbar disc herniation.
The trembling Nuonuo stared at his ankles that girls coveted, thinking strongly and viciously.
This is a sweet school story without the beautiful school beauty who transfers to another school, the genius and evil school bully, the golden finger, or the bullets and bullets from the wealthy family.
This story is full of fireworks. About the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, about our youth that is full of writing and reluctant to leave, about those dreams that we dare to dream but dare not say, about those pity and beautiful regrets...
What we all should have, or have had, or are about to have,
Those who are full of troubles and burst out with bright stars,
those,
The glazed years written in Xiaozhuan.
The author is still a student party chick
The update time is uncertain, but you must wait for me.
Purpose: Record my (our) youth