Li Hua heard this and looked at Jiang Nian, anxious.
"Did you poke ?"
Jiang Nian responded with an "oh," calmly saying,
"Did you say thank you?"
"Thank you my ass!!" Li Hua got anxious again, "Chi Shi, Chi Shi, you poked a hole in my hand."
Upon hearing this, Yao Beibei said nothing. She just stuffed a few pieces of fruit into her mouth, left a sentence, and hurriedly ran off.
"Wuwuwu, I finished eating."
Evening reading had only been for a few minutes, yet the fruit was completely divided and eaten.
On the surface, Li Hua was grumbling, but in reality, he was overjoyed. The feeling of being welcod was extrely exhilarating.
However, he soon beca displeased.
After the first session of evening self-study.
Jiang Nian wandered over, eyeing the Children’s Chaihu Granules in Li Hua’s drawer.
"What flavor is it?"
Li Hua: "Are you reincarnated from a starving ghost?"
"I only ate one piece of fruit." Jiang Nian was speechless, "Ah, forget it, forget it, I don’t feel like talking to you."
"You’re not worthy of listening."
Li Hua: "?"
Jiang Nian directly snatched two packs of Children’s Chaihu Granules from Li Hua’s hand and took out the little glass cup that Zhizhi had given him.
He opened the lid of the thermos, only to find that the hot water was finished.
"Can I see your cup?"
"No way."
"Never mind, I’ll ask soone else." Jiang Nian asked around to everyone nearby, finally locking eyes with the class monitor.
Li Qingrong looked at him, her eyes slightly moved, then she took out an off-white thermos and handed it to Jiang Nian.
"Want it?"
"Yes, thank you." Jiang Nian thanked her, taking the monitor’s thermos.
It didn’t feel very heavy, probably only half full of hot water. When he opened the lid, the steam rose up to his face.
This temperature is probably a bit too hot.
Zhang Ningzhi bit her lip, suddenly regretting saying no. But on second thought, there wasn’t any hot water anyway.
Never mind, it’s all Jiang Nian’s fault!
Over there, Jiang Nian had already brewed the Children’s Chaihu Granules. The monitor’s hot water was too hot, so he blew on it and took a sip.
Just then, Qianbao walked in from outside the classroom.
"Hmm?"
"Jiang Nian is having tea, what a way to enjoy life."
At these words, the class burst into laughter.
Qianbao ca closer and saw a cup full of dark liquid. Thought it was coffee, but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t, neither did it sll like it.
"What is it?"
Jiang Nian felt a bit awkward and replied honestly.
"Children’s Chaihu....."
Qianbao took a closer look and realized it really was.
"Caught a cold?"
"No, just drinking it for fun."
"Hmm?" Qianbao was bewildered for a mont, feeling her Chinese was failing her, "Alright, enjoy it slowly."
She had taught several graduating classes and had seen her share of puzzling behaviors. Like keeping bugs in the class or rolling rubber bands with transparent tape.
With the stress of senior year, students could do anything, she had long gotten used to it.
Qianbao wandered aimlessly around the class. Her eyes involuntarily caught on to the small tank model on Wang Yuhe’s desk.
"You like this kind of toy?"
Wang Yuhe looked up, realizing that Qianbao was talking to her. She beca a bit nervous, stamring after a while,
".....It’s soone else’s."
"Oh, oh." Qianbao walked away.
After a while, Lin Dong couldn’t help but pat Wang Yuhe on the shoulder. He was quite envious of the little tank, so he asked,
"Why’d you buy this?"
Being in the sa group, he naturally knew Wang Yuhe’s character. She wouldn’t likely borrow from others, it was probably bought by herself.
Wang Yuhe turned her head, frowning in hesitation for a mont.
"Because the class teacher is too nagging usually, whenever he talks about things I don’t like to hear, I pretend to shoot him with the tank."
Lin Dong: "...."
Upon hearing this, he lost any desire to borrow the small tank.
To be honest, very imperial.
Two sessions of evening self-study flew by, and the old teacher Liu, whom Wang Yuhe disliked, entered the classroom from outside, nagging about two things.
The date for the finals of the throwing hoops contest was set, and those two classes used as a test field had almost mastered it.
Convinced there was no hope for the college entrance exam, they’ve turned to joyous education.
Jiang Nian didn’t react much. After all, these awards are just for boosting soone’s résumé, there’s really nothing to complain about.
"Jiang Nian, take note, the contest is on Wednesday, that is tomorrow’s evening self-study, at the D Building activity center, like last ti...."
Old Liu continued to nag, and Wang Yuhe got a bit annoyed listening. So she secretly turned the small tank on her desk towards Old Liu and pressed the launch button.
A pellet shot out from the cannon. Indeed... this thing is capable of launching, but after flying a few centiters it fell down.
It rolled around on the desk for a while, eventually stopping.
"Ah, the second thing is about the New Year’s Eve art gala," Old Liu ntioned, "Our class won’t be participating this year."
At these words, the class beca restless.
"What the fuck, why aren’t we participating?"
"Ears gone bad, it’s that we’re not signing up for a performance. It’s not that we won’t watch the New Year’s Eve gala, the school will still hold it."
"Oh, oh, that’s fine, as long as there are long legs to watch."
Listening to Old Liu’s words, most of the class agreed. After all, they were already damn tired, yet they also had to sign up for performances.
With the college entrance exam approaching, no one felt like being in the spotlight.
Suddenly, Lin Dong loudly asked.
"Teacher! Then are we having a class New Year’s Eve party?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the class looked at Old Liu.
Although the school gala wasn’t that interesting, the class New Year’s Eve party was considered a reliably entertaining event.
No sign-ups needed, each group must put on a performance.
If Old Liu ruled out the group choir, then soone would start biting a lighter, and amusent would unfold in class.
Old Liu pondered for a mont, then raised his head and said,
"We’ll see what the school decides, probably the sa as before."
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