In English class, the teacher talked nonstop, and Jiang Wei listened attentively.
There was no way, ever since Jiang Su gave her almost perfect marks on the English paper, the English teacher preferred to ask her to answer questions in class.
So Jiang Wei didn't dare to show any slightness.
After the class, the English teacher began to divide the students into groups and practice speaking in groups.
Every three rows of tables were in a group, so Jiang Wei formed a group with her deskmate Zhao Keqing, Li Huan and Chen Sichun at the front table, and Wang Fan and Xiao Hang at the back table.
Jiang Wei was named as the team leader.
At the end of the class, the teacher issued the first group assignment:
Prepare an English sitcom, requiring each of the six people to have a line. Starting next week, each English class will take five minutes to perform in groups.
Jiang Wei had a headache.
From what we can see, among the six people, she is the only one with a better English score.
Zhao Keqing and Chen Sichun are Buddhist contestants who "worship koi before exams";
Li Huan and Wang Fan are casual players who "choose the shortest among three long and one short, choose the longest among three short and one long, and choose C if the situation is uneven."
As for Xiao Hang...
Ranked last in the class, I skipped it.
Jiang Wei held her chin with both hands and twisted her face into a bitter look.
Seeing this, Zhao Keqing sighed like a little adult: "Oh, Weiwei, I'm really making things difficult for you."
Jiang Wei quickly adjusted her status and gave Zhao Keqing full confidence: "No, no, no, let's work together, I believe we can do it!"
Zhao Keqing pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and patted Jiang Wei heavily on the shoulder: "Yeah, but I still hope you give me fewer lines."
Jiang Wei:?
"Weiwei, please give me less arrangements. It would be best if there is only one sentence of yes in the whole play."
Chen Sichun in the front row turned his head and smiled fawningly at Jiang Wei.
Jiang Wei:? ?
"Jiang Wei, you also know that my English is rubbish and I have an accent, so don't speak English. So..." Li Huan also rushed over and winked at Jiang Wei, "But I won't make it difficult for you, I can compare A little more Chen Sichun, for example, one more sentence like "How are you".
Jiang Wei:? ? ?
"Team leader, and me!" Wang Fan stuck his head out from behind with a flattering look on his face, "As for me, just..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Jiang Wei patted the table and made a serious face.
"Are you each going to discuss with me the distribution of lines?"
Chen Sichun's eyes widened with confusion on his face: "What else?"
"We are a team! Shouldn't we think about sitcoms together?!"
"No, no, no, you are the team leader."
"You have the final say on this kind of thing."
"Hey, we are all sisters, there is no need to be polite to us."
"That's right, we are all sisters, you just have to take full responsibility."
Seeing how they were passing the buck one by one, Jiang Wei almost wanted to vomit blood.
That's it, still sisters?
After scanning around, Jiang Wei finally set her sights on Xiao Hang.
Hey hey hey...
Only Xiao Hang, who has always been sluggish and out of touch with the situation, can be bullied!
"Xiao Hang?" Jiang Wei rubbed her hands and called him softly with excitement on her face.
Xiao Hang came to his senses.
Sure enough, when the two looked at each other, he couldn't help but become nervous.
"Aba, aba, aba, aba..."
Jiang Wei opened her mouth, and her eyes that had held a glimmer of hope suddenly withered.
Alas, what could she expect a fool to do...
It's all Jiang Su's fault, he must be treated violently...
Jiangsu?
Jiang Wei's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes! Is there such an English prodigy around to spare? ?
Jiang Su is the English class representative of their class! English is awesome!
"OK! Leave this matter to me!" Jiang Wei slapped her hands and raised her chin arrogantly, quite a bit like a team leader.
The other team members flattered each other while the iron was hot, and Jiang Wei enjoyed it very much.
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At the same time, Class 1, Grade 2, had a 15-minute class break.
"Old Wu, let's go down and take a walk."
Jiang Su patted Wu Zhibo on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, Wu Zhibo's face was flushed and he acted strangely. He held his cell phone and hid: "No, I won't go."
Jiang Su and Liang Yun looked at each other deeply and stared at Wu Zhibo with evil intentions: "Tsk, is there something going on?"
"I didn't, it's not me, don't talk nonsense!"
Wu Zhibo denied it three times, but his face and eyes betrayed him.
"Hey, sooner or later there will come a time when you can't hold it in any longer. Lao Liang, let's go first."
"Just stay here and show off." Liang Yunshen curled his lips teasingly at Wu Zhibo, and then went for a walk on the playground with Jiang Su.
After they all left, Wu Zhibo took out his mobile phone and looked at it secretly.
When he saw Yan Anqing's reply: "Okay", he almost jumped out of his seat with joy!
Yan Anqing agreed to meet him at the milk tea shop after school!
Wu Zhibo waited uneasily until school was over. He didn't go with Jiang Su and Liang Yunshen. Then he found an excuse to sneak away and waited at the milk tea shop early.
Soon, Yan Anqing came.
I saw that she was not wearing Hanfu today. Probably because the weather was getting hotter, she wore a short skirt and white stockings, revealing a section of her slender white thighs.
When she walked toward him with a calm and elegant smile, Wu Zhibo's eyes widened.
When she sat opposite him, Wu Zhibo rubbed the milk tea in his hand at a loss, and stammered: "You...what are you drinking?"
Yan Anqing smiled brightly, took off her bag and put it next to her, and said with a smile, "I can do it. I'm sorry I'm late."
"No, no." Wu Zhibo shook his head like a rattle.
At this time, the waiter came to take orders. Yan Anqing finally ordered a cup of hot cocoa, while Wu Zhibo ordered a bunch of snacks.
After the waiter left, Wu Zhibo blushed like a shy little daughter-in-law: "I didn't expect you would agree to meet me."
Yan Anqing was a little surprised: "Huh? Why? It's not like we don't know each other. We just played together yesterday."
"I'm so fat, and I don't look good..." Wu Zhibo lowered his head as he spoke. His double chin was not too obvious.
Yan Anqing smiled. She was not from the Appearance Association, so she said casually: "It's okay. After all, good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Anqing suddenly realized something and his words stopped abruptly.
It seems like it would be a bit hurtful to lift weight with him...
As expected, Wu Zhibo buried his head lower and continued silently: "An interesting soul weighs more than 200 pounds..."
Yan Anqing choked: "It's okay, you don't weigh more than 200 pounds."
"Well... we're still missing 40 pounds." Wu Zhibo was very resentful, "So, I don't have a good-looking body, and I don't have an interesting soul either..."
Yan Anqing couldn't help laughing when she saw his little wife's appearance, and explained while laughing: "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I'm..."
"Hello, your meal is ready."
The waiter showed up in time and rescued Yan Anqing who didn't know how to proceed.
"Thank you." Yan Anqing then changed the subject and reached for the hot cocoa.
I don't know what happened, but she was burned all of a sudden. Yan Anqing shook her hand, and the whole cup of hot cocoa poured out in an instant!
Wu Zhibo stood up suddenly and rushed to Yan Anqing. While wiping the stains on her legs with paper, he asked in a panic: "Are you burned? Are you burned? If not, let's go to the hospital!"
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Anqing waved her hands quickly, "I ducked when the milk tea was poured, but it just splashed on my clothes. It doesn't matter. I'll do it myself."
The waiter apologized profusely and offered compensation, but Yan Anqing refused.
"It's none of your business. I didn't take it well myself. It doesn't matter. Go and get busy." Kind-hearted Yan Anqing comforted the waiter while wiping his clothes.
The waiter thanked me profusely and left.
After confirming that Yan Anqing was not burned, Wu Zhibo breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he saw Yan Anqing's white and smooth tofu-like thighs, and swallowed silently.
"I'm fine, you should sit back quickly." Yan Anqing didn't notice at all and smiled brightly.
Wu Zhibo could only think about his long white legs. He sat on his seat in despair and took a sip of milk tea.
This milk tea suddenly doesn't smell good anymore.
"What are you thinking about?" Yan Anqing noticed Wu Zhibo's strangeness.
"Ah, this milk tea is so long... No, this milk tea is so white... No, this milk tea... is so hot!" Wu Zhibo licked his lips for a long time and became angry with himself. He dropped the milk tea on the table angrily. Call the waiter.
"Bring me a glass of lemonade, iced! Put more ice!"
