Chu Tian looked at the boy who was forcing a table into the class with a look of disbelief.
Yan Luo put down the table and books and began to confess affectionately to Lao Feng on the podium: "Teacher, I really like you, so I decided to stay in your class! Don't worry, teacher, I have already communicated with the class teacher! Being divided into classes cannot stop me from loving your class!"
Chu Tian ignored this good show: it was like a mental illness. However, the psychosis seemed to be targeting him.
"Hi, good morning, wife! Do you want some candy?"
Chu Tian looked at Yan Luo's smiling face and just wanted to raise his fist.
No, I am a qualified person.
Chu Tian comforted herself. However, his ignorance only led to Yan Luo's intensification of... Pleasing?
Chu Tian was puzzled. He was a big boy, so what did the boy want? !
Intention: pure love