Chapter 198: 198: Same table, borrow a pen

"You don't know?" Zhao Zifu explained to him: "I don't know which guy who has eaten too much and has nothing to do. He wrote a report letter saying that you two have a long relationship."
"On that day, your little deskmate seemed to be called a teacher."
"Some classmates saw the report letter when they went to the office. Recently everyone is spreading it."
Li Shunan: "..."
No wonder the kids ignored him recently.
Li Shu Nan's tongue tipped his back molars, his chin was slightly raised, and he threw a word, "Damn."
Zhao Zifu thought he had heard it wrong.
His brother Nan is so swearing?
Zhao Zifu asked more: "So, what is the situation?"
Li Shunan's light brown eyes glanced at him, his eyes look like a knife wrapped in a sharp blade: "Who wrote the report letter?"
Zhao Zifu tried his best to think about it: "I don't know, I heard that it was anonymous. Which would dare to do it or not, and secretly make some small moves behind his back."
Li Shunan's tongue touched the posterior molar, and he snorted, "Okay, you have the courage."
Zhao Zifu shuddered suddenly, feeling inexplicably that the air pressure around his Nan Ge was a little low.
He was curious: "What are you going to do?"
Li Shu's southern lip line was straightened, and he whispered softly: "Isn't it reported?"
How did Zhao Zifu feel that his brother Nan seemed to be making a big move.
Sure enough, the next second he heard his Nan Ge's lazy voice speak.
"Then let it sit down."
Zhao Zifu: "..."
It took two seconds before he reacted.
What does his brother Nan mean.
Is he really going to be serious? !
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Time seems to be fleeting.
It's only more than one week before the next monthly exam.
Although Jiang Ling knew that the eighth class left behind was a foregone conclusion.
But it does not prevent her from wanting to take the first grade test.
But since I got into the liberal arts class, mathematics is a lot harder than before, and it is indeed a bit difficult.
There is also calculus.
Calculus is too difficult.
Obviously the content of the university, I don't know why they want to learn.
Math class.
Li Shunan leaned against the wall, staring at the girl's profile.
She seems to have encountered some problems.
The girl's brows frowned slightly, her red lips murmured from time to time, and she bit the pen cap occasionally, and then went to the notebook to draw two auxiliary lines.
Too cute.
Angry are so cute.
Li Shunan's arm was slanted on the table, his light brown eyes were gentle and silky.
Jiang Lingzhi took notes very seriously, staring straight at the blackboard, as if completely ignoring him.
The question type the teacher talks about now is one that she often makes mistakes.
She must listen very attentively, otherwise, she won't understand it in the next second.
It's so deadly.
After finally talking about it, Jiang Lingzhi tried to digest it, but he still seemed to understand.
Li Shunan stared at her with a meaningful look for a while, then leaned forward, with a distinct finger, and gently clicked twice on her desk: "At the same table, borrow a pen."
During this time, Jiang Ling knew that he did deliberately keep a distance from him.
Not just because of the report letter.
Also, her own reasons.
Knowing that his eyelashes were shaking slightly, Jiang Ling took a gel pen from the pencil case and placed it on his desk.
Still not telling him a word.
This state has been going on for a week.
Children's temperament is really big enough.
Li Shunan stared at the pen for a while.