Fortunately, it was in English. After finishing the three strokes, five divisions and two divisions, Jiang Cong put down his book on the pile of homework, looked at Li Xingchen, and said in an unserious tone: "Do you think this is enough, my benefactor?"

Li Xingchen smiled at him with satisfied joy, charming and touching.

When she smiled, Jiang Cong turned his head and couldn't help but smile.

Okay, it's worth it, the little girl will be happy.

As if some kind of signal had been sent, the group of waiters behind started to stir up a commotion.

I still remember that the last time I picked up a pen to write, Columbus had just discovered the New World, and it was such a sudden move that some of my brothers couldn't stand it.

Anyway, after a messy last meal, Class 7 ushered in the rare situation of getting enough homework for the first time since the grading class.

This incident officially established the status of the English class representatives with Li Xingchen as the main (out of brain) and Jiang Cong as the assistant (out of force). It refreshed the outlook on life and world values ​​of all the students in Class 7, making Mrs. Jiang's power in power

The English subject has become the first among all subjects, leading to unprecedented prosperity in the classroom. It has laid a solid foundation for the upcoming monthly exam this week, and has a profound impact on the future comprehensive English learning level of the entire senior high school students in Beihe No. 9 Middle School.

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"Brother Cong, are we eating from the same window?"

At noon that day, a group of boys went to the restaurant to cheer for their sister Xing. Feng Gan, the rice cook, noticed with sharp eyes that Jiang Cong's food was different from theirs.

Jiang Cong hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, and the other boys heard this and looked at Jiang Cong's dinner plate.

"That's right, Brother Cong, why do you have so many braised pork ribs?"

"Why don't I have tiger eggs? Do any of you have any?"

"Digging for grass, Brother Cong is the only one who has balls to eat..."

Jiang Cong: "..."

He didn't pay attention either. Now he glanced around for comparison and found that his meal was indeed very... enviable.

Once he was reminded like this, it was worth savoring the look in his eyes when the little girl looked at him just now.

Yes, she is partial.

A smile appeared at the tip of Jiang's eyes, and his calm tone could not suppress the little pride. He responded to this matter: "Oh, maybe it's family benefits, you don't deserve it."

"..."

Oh haha...why does this rice suddenly not taste good?

After the restaurant is busy, Li Xingchen will eat later. There are not many people left at this time, and the aunt in the cafeteria is cleaning.

Ru Ling and Xiao Jia usually had nothing to do after eating, chatting and waiting for her at their seats.

Although these two people had communicated with each other in the class before, they were not very familiar with each other. The main reason was that Xiao was afraid of the group of boys behind him, and Ru Ling often mingled with them, so they had some joint influence.

But things are different now, the two of them have a feeling of tears filling their eyes, as if they were too late to get to know each other.

For girls, the key to the door of friendship is often the person they both dislike.

Ru Ling was so carefree that there were very few people she couldn't get along with, but she really hated Pan Pan. She was both arrogant and arrogant. She loved to get in front of boys, but all the boys loved her. She also called her a bitch behind her back. It happened that she was being raped by Ru Ling at that time.

When she heard this, she was so angry that her eighteenth generation ancestor scolded her in front of everyone and cried.

Come on, it would be really cool to win an argument in front of the whole class, okay?

Thinking about it now, maybe at that time, Xiao Cangtang, who was always regretting in bed and reflecting on why he felt tight in the chest and short of breath when he had an argument and was always unable to perform to his true level, had planted the seeds of divine respect for Ru Ling in his heart.

In addition, common topics and hobbies are essential to further establish a profound revolutionary friendship.

Even though they are a coward and a coward, both of them are small talkers. Once the spit box is opened, it is like the key has found the matching lock, and their souls are in perfect harmony.

To sum it up: Pan Pan is a black man all his life; He Liangchi, the main fan, is miserable and gave himself a fan name, jelly... The key is that they love each other so much that they really boosted the sales of the jelly window in the school restaurant for several days in a row.

He has made a huge contribution; on top of the wall is Jiang Xingye and all the other handsome guys who may drop from time to time.

There is also a secret cp, Ru Ling is also serializing a fan comic called "Falling from the Stars"... Speaking of this comic, it is really an experienced driver who came in and drove the car home.

This leads to another common hobby between the two - they both love to play with colors and devote their lives to the progressive cause of studying the harmony between men and women and human reproduction.

At this point, Ru Ling, who obviously often hangs out with boys, is better and leads Xiao Jia, an entry-level apprentice, to the direction of the master. The latter expresses that he can't be shy while being excited and can't wait to open the new world with his own hands.

's door.

"Da Lingzi, when can Mr. Jiang eat meat? Can you draw faster..." Xiao Jia's daily reminder.

Ru Ling rolled her eyes, "My hands are almost useless at home these two days, okay? Besides, we are only in the third episode now, how can we let him eat it up as soon as it starts? Rhythm, grasp the rhythm, understand

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"What rhythm does Yellow Book want?" Screenwriter Xiao, who participated in part of the plot guidance, disagreed and emphasized: "You have to know the positioning of "Falling from the Stars"! Positioning!"

Ru Ling: "..."

She pursed her lips and compromised: "Okay, I'll look for inspiration."

Xiao Jia was very satisfied, "This is pretty much it, hurry up and draw."

Ru Ling was about to say that you know how to do it in a day, but before she could speak, a soft voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "What kind of meat do you want to eat?"

Li Xingchen walked lightly, but when he suddenly made a sound, they were frightened.

Turning around, he met Li Xingchen's innocent and confused eyes.

"..."

Li Xingchen Shen didn't quite understand, so he sat down across from them with his rice and asked again: "What kind of meat do you want Jiang Cong to eat?"

"..."

Speaking of eating meat, in order to thank Jiang Cong for helping with homework, Li Xingchen specially opened a small stove for him and added more braised pork ribs.

Ru Ling and Xiao Jia were stunned for a few seconds and then looked at each other and smiled, thinking in unison, of course... I'll eat you... Hehe...

Li Xingchen was a little confused by their ridiculous laughter and took a slow sip of his food.

Her eyes were too pure, and Ru Ling felt that this kind of thing could not be done in front of the real owner, so she said perfunctorily: "Nothing, nothing, you can eat, honey, we are just chatting."

"Oh." Li Xingchen began to eat obediently.

Before two seconds passed, Ru Ling couldn't stop talking. She held her chin in her hands and asked Xiao Jia: "Have you read the novel I recommended to you?"

Xiao Jia: "Which one?"

"The hero does it seven times a night."

Xiao Jia's cheekbones rose crazily, "Hahahahaha, I stayed up late last night and finished watching it. Let me tell you..."

After talking about the novel, the two men took Pan Pan out and complained about it.

At this moment, Li Xingchen, who was more than a beat slower, suddenly understood the seven times: "..."

The child knows nothing and always gets on the highway as soon as he opens his eyes.

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