Zhuonian Chuanlin

The summer is hot, and a "familiar" face came to Jiang Zhuo's painting class today. Hiss. . . Why does he look a bit like the man from yesterday? . . ? "Hello everyone, my name is Gong Suxi." After finishing his speech, the young man looked at the class teacher with pure eyes: "Teacher, where should I sit?" There was an empty seat next to Jiang Zhuohua, and the head teacher kept staring at his place. He thought he was going to tie him to his deskmate, but it turned out. The class teacher pointed his small and exquisite chubby finger at Jiang Zhuohua and roared: "Jiang Zhuohua! It's just you! Move your seat to the side of the podium!" Jiang Zhuohua:? "Teacher, I want to be my deskmate with him." "Uh, that's okay too." The boy carried a gray schoolbag on one shoulder and walked in that direction. The distance got closer and closer, and Jiang Zhuohua could see his face clearly. Hold the grass! Panda man! ! ! Qing Leng Zui Micro Poison Attack×Extrovert Little Taiyang Shou year. Note: fù Purpose: I hope we all have interesting souls