Song Nian suppressed his anger and anger and squatted down to pick up the notebook. When he raised his head and stood up again, his face was already smiling.
A smiling face captures a basket of hearts.
"Who threw it?" Song Nian waved the book in his hand with a hello, hello, hello, everyone look on his face.
Chen Ruoxuan raised his hand: "I threw it at the wrong person."
Fate, he is wonderful.
The classroom was silent, no one spoke and no one turned to look at Chen Ruoxuan.
Song Nian smiled and said nothing, threw the book up and then took it in his hand. He padded it and tore it in half, then threw it behind him. The stuck pages flew in the air and became Song Nian's background.
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"Chen... Chen Ruoxuan?" The girl's voice did not match her appearance. It was soft, like a cat's claws scratching Chen Ruoxuan's heart.
Chen Ruoxuan's back stiffened and he looked at Song Nian with interest.
"How good is your English?" Song Nian couldn't stand this kind of look, like a wild beast staring at its prey before its death. It seemed that she was very good at it, "We." We could refer to each other.
Song Nian rubbed his hands, and the words behind him were self-evident.
Chen Ruoxuan considered it for a moment and said, "Thirty or forty points."
"At such a high level, my English depends on you!" Song Nian's eyes sparkled.
"Awesome." Chen Ruoxuan suddenly said "Awesome", feeling dumbfounded in his heart. If thirty points is considered high, how many points is low.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day