Daydream Me

The third period is Lao Jiang's class. Liu Fujiang has a good personality, and there is no other problem other than grinding. In the past week, the students have become familiar with him, and the names have changed from Teacher Liu to Brother Jiang and Lao Jiang.

Lao Jiang was just as grumpy as everyone else in class. Maybe it was because he knew the average level of the classmates in the 20th class in advance. He was afraid that they would not be able to keep up. Lin Yujing was too lazy to listen to a Mendelian pea hybridization experiment. , the book was spread out on the table, holding his head bored and flipping through it.

As a result, I saw the receipt inside.

Lin Yu was stunned for a few seconds, and after distinguishing for a while, he didn't recognize the word Shen Jian.

It's not like he usually writes as if he is tied to the Sky Monkey Salute and can fly to the sky with a "boom" in a second. Meng Weiguo.

Although the words were different from what he usually wrote, no one seemed to know about it except him.

Lin Yu turned his head in shock and looked at the person sitting next to him.

Shen Juan was watching the video, propping his head softly, his phone was standing behind a stack of books, and the textbook just made a natural phone holder for him.

Almost every book of this man has only his name on it. During class, I never saw him write anything on it. At most, he pretended to draw two horizontal lines, pretending to mark the key points.

Lin Yu looked at him in shock and hesitated.

She has no idea when this receipt was written.

She never thought that Shen Yan would actually write a receipt for her.

Recalling her not very warm and friendly attitude in the past two days, Lin Yujing felt very sorry.

She is a kind and righteous girl who repays her kindness and is very particular about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes.

I also don't like to be in debt to others.

From the beginning of the school week, in addition to sleeping in class, Shen Juan watched videos, and when he had nothing to do, he read books like he was carelessly flipping through the books. What people said is indeed true. If you don't study, you may not need much help from her in study.

During the lunch break at noon, Lin Yujing handed the receipt to Liu Fujiang.

Liu Fujiang has no doubt that Lin Yujing's receipt was handed in late, and the dormitory has basically been divided. When Lin Yujing is in this situation, he will ask the logistics teacher to see how to divide it. Liu Fujiang finished talking to her with a smile. , and asked her about her current study situation: "How is it? Do you usually feel the pressure of studying? Can you keep up?"

"Well, it's fine." Lin Yu said humbly.

There was still a young boy standing in front of Liu Fujiang's desk. He was wearing a school uniform jacket and skinny jeans. His hair was neat and neat.

Lin Yu gave him a startled look, feeling a little familiar, so she couldn't help but glance at him.

The boy kept staring at her without blinking.

Xiao Lin, who was never afraid to look at others, tilted his head and looked at him.

Before he could last a few seconds, he was interrupted by Liu Fujiang. Lin Yu was shocked after handing in the receipt and turned around and left the office. When he closed the door, he heard Liu Fujiang speaking earnestly to the skinny jeans: "Your mother told me, I think it's fine. , young man, you can go back to work in a while-"

Lin Yu was shocked to think that it was from another class taught by Liu Fujiang, and was called over to lecture.

As a result, as soon as I came back from a good lunch at noon, as soon as I entered the class, I felt a gust of wind passing by with a "swoosh", accompanied by the boy's wailing and howling: "Dad!

Lin Yu was shocked to see the tight jeans that were lying on his desk, desperately fluttering on Shen Wan's body, a little confused.

Shen Jian didn't react, he was dazed for a few seconds, and after seeing the person clearly, he said "Ah": "You are also in class ten?"

"Yeah, Dad, don't tell me if you want to leave. Jiang Han and I were directly punished by the police uncle, and they were almost beaten to death after being brought back by my mother."

Lin Yu was startled, he had indeed seen this face before.

Mop number two.

Dreadlocks little flower arms.

It's just that the young man's dreadlocks have now been removed and cleaned, and even his hair has been shaved. The length is directly above the ears, and the forehead is exposed. It looks clean and refreshing, and it is almost unrecognizable.

Mop No. 2 is worthy of being his own son. His father, Shen Lian, threw him in a group fight and left him to fend for himself. He didn’t hold any grudges at all. He squatted until midnight, and wrote a review titled "I will fight again, I'll be my grandson." After being brought home by his mother in the early morning, he was given a mixed doubles and shaved his head.

He just put his **** on Lin Yujing's desk and was lying there talking to Shen Juan, Lin Yujing was not sitting there, he just stood at the door for a while, looking at his phone and listening.

"Dad, really," Mop No. 2 is still telling his heart, "you don't know how happy I am after I have been assigned to a class with you, are you not happy? I am your son! Your son Wang Yiyang is back. I'm in the same class as you! I'm here to honor you!"

Shen Juan stepped on the crossbar beside the table and laughed: "Okay, I know you are filial, are you finished? Go away, I'll be waiting at the same table."

Lin Yujing, who was suddenly named, was still digesting the fact that his own son and his father were in the same class.

Wang Yiyang blinked, and finally his father was no longer the only one in his eyes. He turned his head and gave Lin Yu a startled look, his eyes looked very enthusiastic: "Miss," Wang Yiyang came over and looked at her with a smile, "And again. I met you, so fateful, to be honest, the first time I saw you, I felt that I was destined to you, you look a bit like my mother, so you are very kind."

Lin Yu was shocked: "..."

During the fight, she should have noticed when the boy waving his fists and shouting "Kill me to death", the No. 2 mop probably had a bit of a bad brain.

Wang Yiyang looked at her warmly: "Then what about your tattoo, what are you thinking about?"

Lin Yu stared at him blankly for a while, then remembered such a thing.

"Ah," she uttered a single syllable and glanced at Shen Wan, "I haven't decided yet."

Wang Yiyang was very nervous, for fear that Lin Yujing would not have tattooed on them, he looked at her seriously: "Miss, I'm serious, my dad is very skilled, really, it doesn't hurt much, just let him give it to him. you do."

Lin Yu was shocked: "..."

Shen Lian: "…"

No matter how I listen to it, I feel that something is wrong, but it doesn't seem that there is anything wrong.

Shen Wan's mind uncontrollably came up with a lot of messy colored thoughts, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, and he subconsciously gave Lin Yu a startled look.

The little girl opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say, she looked a little dazed and didn't react.

Wang Yiyang was still afraid that Lin Yu would be surprised or not, so he pulled up his school uniform jacket to reveal his small half-flowered arm: "He got mine for me, look, this foggy face—"

Shen Wan couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked him from the bottom of the table: "Shut up."

Wang Yiyang shut up.

Wang Yiyang didn't come directly to school when he started school, and his dreadlocks were forcibly cut by his mother. He had a big conflict, and he rebelled for a week before returning to school.

Originally, the forty-eight positions in the class were an even number. After he came back, Liu Fujiang asked him to go to the logistics and moved a set of tables and chairs. He sat in front of Shen Juan, next to the podium, with a single person and a single table, and was treated as an emperor.

In the first English lesson in the afternoon, the English teacher has a gentle voice, which is one of the most hypnotizing classes. In addition, after a good meal in the morning, people are prone to drowsiness, and the whole class is drowsy.

The English teacher was not affected in the slightest, and the lectures were smooth and smooth, and when it came to the rise, he was able to interact with himself.

Lin Yu flipped through the vocabulary list in shock, glanced at Shen Wan, the teenager's English book was spread out on the table, one hand supported his head, the other hand held the pen with three fingers, and he would turn a page every once in a while. .

That is, the teacher was talking about the second unit, and he had already turned to the next seven or eight lessons.

Lin Yu cleared his throat in shock, rubbed his body a little, and whispered, "I went to hand in the receipt in the morning."

"Huh?" Shen Juan stopped turning his pen, raised his head, a little confused, and it took a few seconds to realize what she was talking about, "Ah."

Lin Yu looked at him in shock: "That..."

Shen Lian raised his head.

The girl was silent.

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Lin Yu was surprised to say thank you.

The sincere kind.

It's strange to talk about this. She usually doesn't feel thankful or anything. When she doesn't care, when she's perfunctory, or when she's deliberately trying to coax people into being good, she can say something nice and thankful. I don't repeat it, it makes people happy, and now I really want to say thank you, but it makes it difficult to speak, even a little embarrassing.

Just a thank you.

two words.

Lin Yu looked at him in shock, held it for a long time, and finally let out a sigh of frustration, put one hand into the pocket of his school uniform jacket, his voice was low, like a kitten: "You reach out..."

Shen Jian looked at her without even thinking about it. Hearing what she said, he stretched out his hand.

Lin Yujing rummaged through his pocket for a while, holding something in his palm.

The girl's hand was white and small, her fingertips brushed against his palm, and it was a little cold, and then a cool thing fell in her hand, with a little weight.

Shen Wan lowered his eyes, a lollipop quietly lay in his palm.

White sticks, cellophane wrapped sugar balls, pink and tender color.

Peach flavor.

The author has something to say:

Darkle in the heart: ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, a ah! Daughter-in-law gave it! ! (Dancing in circles