Sure enough, Haoyue expected. When she opened the oil paper bag and saw a few jujube cakes contained in it, her eyes were green. This, this, this is too timely!

For a moment of excited Haoyue, forgot the place where the current place is, reaching out and grabbing a piece of jujube red pastry in the paper bag, and stuffed it into her mouth. It seems that these actions now are not enough to show her hunger.

The extent, the exaggerated "bar" sound.

"Wang Yan!" The sound of a roar and a hard -fledged table thought of it from before. Hao Yue didn't care about it and stuffed a pastry in his mouth. He looked forward to look forward.

When I saw her classmates like a chicken in front of me, and Han Master Han, who had to get up with the beard, Haoyue's chewing movement finally stopped. I saw Haoyue opened his mouth slightly, and it was faintly visible to the inside.

The jujube cake with a stomach stares at the front.

That's right, Hao Yue forgot what he was in class at this time, and even more forgotten his name.

When Master Han shouted, she only felt that it was the name of someone else, but she was a little familiar. She didn't expect it to be her own.

After all, so many years have passed, and she has asked the people around her to call her Haoyue, and she has become accustomed to this name. She was called the name she had never been called for many years.

But after Haoyue responded, the reason for daze was that she did not expect that the old man of the old man was so good, and he remembered her name.

Looking at Haoyue's cuteness at this time, Master Han's beard couldn't help but start to make up. Fate was that he was trying to calm his anger, and his breath was caused by his big mouth.

"Wang Yan, who is allowed to eat in class?" Not to mention whether the anger has completely dissipated, so that the Master Han had already called Haoyue high -profile just now. Now he doesn't train her a few words, he can't come down to Taiwan.

"I, I." Haoyue answered affirmatively.

I saw Master Han frowned and said sharply: "Don't stuck with me, answer my question! Say, who asked you to eat in class?"

"I, I!" Haoyue repeated again, nodded vigorously, and honestly emphasized his answer.

Unfortunately, in her eyes, she did not answer. So, soon, Haoyue was called again, but she answered this question.

In the third pass, Haoyue finally felt impatient, stood up, and answered seriously: "I let me!" This time, she didn't say a few words because she wanted to be lazy. On the contrary, she said this time very much.

All, just to do not ask her the same question anymore, she really answered many times, tired.

That straightforward tone, attitude, as if she did nothing wrong, it was normal.

This time, but the Master Han was angry, and asked uncertainly: "You mean you let you give up, do you eat in class?"

"Yes!" Haoyue answered for granted.

‘What ca n’t be? Hungry, do n’t you just eat it? Do you make your stomach hungry?’ Hao Yue thought about it. I did n’t find out where I was wrong.

That's right, she was helpless by Master Han, and forgot the oil paper bag she was holding in her hand at this time. It was very obvious. It was the class time now.
Chapter completed!