During evening self-study time, the lights in the teaching building are brightly lit. Not only some classrooms are for self-study, but a small number are in class.
Li Ying has never had any serious experience in Pugao, so it seemed a bit novel.
"You came in, what do you want to do now?" Lan Jingyu asked her.
Li Ying didn't know it herself. She was studying everywhere and couldn't go in to visit.
"Which classroom are you in?"
Lan Jingyu: "I only studied for two years. We changed class cards but not classrooms. We were in Class 11 on the third floor for both years."
"Then go see Class 11."
"OK."
He also wanted to pull her upstairs, but the child nimbly avoided it and put her hands behind her back.
"On campus, you, please be careful!"
Lan Jingyu smiled, "I only held half of your hand, isn't that pure?"
Li Ying put her hands behind her back and could still feel the warmth of his palms against her wrists. She rubbed them quietly, her face acting as usual.
"Keep a safe distance. Boys and girls should not get too close to each other in school, or I will report you."
Lan Jingyu raised his eyebrows and followed her upstairs, "Just report it. No one cares about me now."
Li Ying listened to his footsteps and knew that he had been following him. She raised her chin and said, "Maybe your teacher is still in that classroom."
The two of them went up to the third floor in one breath. They faced the sky corridor and turned left to reach the classroom.
Li Ying crouched, turned around and made a forward gesture to Lan Jingyu.
Lan Jingyu curled his lips, stepped lightly, and followed her forward.
There is a teacher in every classroom, but some classrooms are silent and some are chattering.
There are books on the desks, piled up like a fortress tower. Behind them are heads lying on their backs. Most of them are brushing papers, some are talking, some are gnawing bread, and of course there are also some reading novels underneath.
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There are banners on the wall in the back row.
——If you don’t fight hard, your senior year in high school will be in vain.
The two of them walked all the way to Class 11. There was a male teacher sitting on the podium. The back door was wide open. There were only two people lying on their stomachs in the last row of eight seats, and the rest were empty.
Li Ying was confused, turned to look at Lan Jingyu, and found that he was squinting at the teacher on the podium.
She poked him quietly and glanced at the back door.
Come in and sit?
Lan Jingyu shrugged, raised his chin, and motioned for her to come in.
Li Ying bent down, with bright eyes, quietly pushed the door wider, looked at the people on the podium, and quickly sat down near the door.
Lan Jingyu was much more skilled than her. After sitting down, he put the school uniform on his seat on his body and hid behind the pile of books.
This feeling was much more interesting than the last time at the training school. Li Ying sat down, scanned the table, lowered her head and said, "This one must be a top student..."
Lan Jingyu raised his eyebrows.
How can we see it?
"The table is so clean?"
Lan Jingyu smiled and said in a low voice: "Only a scumbag is a clean student. He only sleeps when he sleeps."
He glanced at the table and said narrowly: "However, there may be dried saliva."
Li Ying:!!!
She quickly got up and looked at the table with disgust.
Lan Jingyu chuckled.
She turned her head, pouted her lips, and was about to yell at him when she suddenly noticed the school uniform he was wearing.
The original owner of the clothes must also be very tall. The clothes are very large and don't feel out of place when draped on Lan Jingyu.
But his hair is not black, and he doesn't look like a good student. He is also flamboyant, with a smile on his face, and an evil look in his eyebrows. At first glance, he looks like a bad boy who falls in love early and doesn't learn to learn from others.
No wonder they can have earth-shattering love affairs.