"Dear students, the first class today is Chinese. The Chinese test papers before the winter vacation have been distributed."
Who is making a noise?
Ling Chuyang looked up and saw Ling Shuchu standing in front of the podium, with a round face and a smile that became even rounder. Then he lowered his head, took out the headphones from the drawer, and put them in his ears.
"As a friendly reminder, everyone, there are still thirteen minutes left. Please check your Chinese language test paper as soon as possible and correct the wrong answers."
"Tch—" Tang Ji rolled his eyes.
If the answers are correct in advance, what else does the teacher have to do? Really, it’s superfluous.
He took the test paper and covered his face, then leaned against Ling Chuyang.
Composition, what’s the answer?
There are still thirteen minutes left, just right, you can still slow down for a while.
"Let's review the Chinese teacher's teaching style," Ling Yichu, who was on the podium, looked around the classroom, "When asking questions, you will -"
"Just tell me the answer."
There was a response in the classroom.
"Don't care whether it's right or wrong."
"Ha, that's interesting." Tang Ji pulled the test paper off his face and glanced sideways at the people on the podium.
Oh, it’s the girl with the round face and round glasses who is chatting up. She has a smile on her face, but she never feels like she’s about to come down. She’s still saying, “No way——”
"Just say - no - no." Someone in the classroom responded, and then someone laughed.
"Okay, let's get ready for class." The person on the podium walked down with a smile.
It can be like this. It’s a bit interesting.
Looking at the cute smile on this face, compared with the loud voice just now, and the little temper in the corridor, oh, this girl's face changes very quickly.
Tang Ji raised his hand and poked the boy with a crew cut in front of him, "Who is that?"
"Which one?" The boy in front turned his head and pushed up the small black glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"The girl with the round face who just spoke on the podium."
"Oh, she." The little boy with black glasses and a crew cut blinked his eyes, paused, and said, "I don't know her."
Tang Ji, who was waiting for his reply, almost choked when he heard this answer.
Damn it, can you stop breathing so heavily when you speak? !
Tang Ji twitched the corner of his mouth, patted his chest, and glanced at the boy with a flat head: "What's your name? Handsome guy?"
"Me? My name is Xu Renming, Yan Wu Xu, benevolent benevolence, bright Ming. I come from the second grade of high school (10)." After Xu Renming finished speaking, he blinked his eyes, and then asked Tang Ji, "What is your name, Da?" handsome guy?"
Tang Ji pointed at the name on the Chinese test paper: Tang Ji.
Handsome? Not bad, I can still chat!
"Oh. That's the name." Xu Renming leaned his head forward and smiled, "Can't see clearly, what's wrong?"
After hearing what he said, Tang Ji suddenly had the urge to beat someone up. Calm down!
Tang Ji showed his sunny smile: "I am Tang Ji, Tang from the Tang Dynasty, Yu Qi Ji."
"He?" Xu Renming pointed at Ling Chuyang, who was sleeping soundly.
"Ling Chuyang." Tang Ji said without saltiness. He probably didn't recognize Xu Renming either, but he heard Xu Renming whisper, "Oh! So it's him."
"Do you know him?" Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang and then at Xu Renming.
Okay, is Xiao Yangyang also a celebrity on campus now?
"I don't know him." Xu Renming pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and paused, "But, I've heard of it."
Okay, you are awesome.
Tang Ji shook his head. There was nothing to talk about today.
Oh, I'm off topic again.
"Who is that girl? Ask."
"Oh." Xu Renming responded, turned around and poked the classmate in the front row, then looked back at Tang Ji, "Ling Shuchu."
"What's it called?" Tang Ji didn't hear it clearly for a moment and blinked, "Which words and how are they written?"
"Ling-Meng-Chu-" Ling Chuyang beside him glanced at Tang Ji and said word by word, "Can you please be quiet? It's so noisy."
"Are you not asleep? What were you listening to?" Tang Ji took the earplugs from Ling Chuyang's ears.
No sound?
cut! He raised his hand and threw it away again!
It turned out to be a false sleep!
"Tang Ji," Xu Renming handed over a notebook and pointed to the words on it, "These are the words."
"Thank you. Let's read the Chinese test paper. Class will start soon." Tang Ji leaned forward and laughed instantly.
Seeing Xu Renming turn his head, Tang Ji couldn't help but laugh, and slapped Ling Chuyang while laughing.
"You are very noisy today." Ling Chuyang leaned against the wall again.
"Ling-Meng-Chu!! Do you want to go back to your aunt and uncle? Is she your long-lost sister?"
Tang Ji almost burst into tears laughing, and with such similar names, it seemed that he suddenly understood what the targeting in the corridor meant.
Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji, curled his lips slightly, said nothing, yawned, and continued to pretend to be asleep.
"Hahaha, Ling Chuyang, Ling Shuchu," Tang Ji repeated, "there are such similar names in the world, I have seen them today."
"Smile. It's not over, isn't it." Ling Chuyang picked up a book and threw it at Tang Ji.
Tang Ji smiled and dodged away.
The book fell to the ground behind Tang Ji with a "snap" sound.
"Hey, you two, you are pretty good at it." A female voice with a smile sounded from beside them.
who? So flamboyant.
Ling Chuyang turned his head and saw a long black windbreaker that was almost sweeping the floor. A slender hand appeared in front of him, aiming in the direction of the book he had just thrown away - a newly issued Chinese textbook.
"Classmate, textbooks are weapons of knowledge, not weapons for beating people. You have violated the school motto of unity and friendship."
"Black Windbreaker" smiled and put the book on the table in front of Ling Chuyang. Before he could see clearly the face of "Black Windbreaker", the man had already walked towards the front of the classroom.
"Who is that?"
Ling Hechu and Tang Ji looked at each other, and then, tacitly understanding each other, they leaned down, lowered their heads, took the books, and buried their heads in front of the desk.
Couldn't he be the Chinese teacher of Class 5? !
It is said that the Chinese teacher of Class 5 loves long coats the most, long black clothes.
