Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 31 The waist is very thin

Song Yaoya looked straight ahead, her melodious voice resembling beating notes, a poem of several hundred words long, she had never read the textbook from beginning to end.

The surrounding crows were silent, and the eyes looking at Song Yaoya were dumb.

Wang Zhongyun touched his bald forehead, and it took him a long time to recover, "Classmate, are you really wrong?"

It is not difficult to recite poems, but the difficulty is that students in Class 3 will recite poems!

Song Yaoyao: "???"

She stood there innocently, watching Wang Zhongyun with her sullen eyes.

"Ah..." Wang Zhongyun was embarrassed, "Are you kidding me, actually you are from Class 1?"

Unlike Class 3, Class 1 is full of top students of all kinds and is the main talent cultivated by this school.

Song Yaoyao couldn't say anything, "Teacher, I really belong to Class 3."

Wang Zhongyun smiled and met the girl's clear and watery eyes. She looked very small. The look in her eyes at this time was pitiful and unbearable.

Wang Zhongyun always felt that if he continued to doubt, other girls would cry.

Hastily encouraged: "Cough! The memorization is very good, not bad at a word! Excellent, very good!"

As soon as he applauded, the students underneath began to booze, one by one patted the table and whistle, wishing to break the roof of the classroom.

"Stop, stop! Stop it for me!" Wang Zhongyun stared at the students in the audience, "You guys one by one, if there is Song—"

"Teacher, Song Yaoyao." Song Yaoyao reminded with a smile.

"Yes! Half of Song Yaoyao's classmates are excellent, and I will be able to catch my eyes!"

Everyone curled their lips, but didn't hear it. If they can do it, they will be assigned to 3 classes?

Next, Wang Zhongyun lectured more vigorously, and from time to time Song Yaoya would stand up and answer questions. After one lesson, everyone suddenly realized that Song Yaoyao, who had a very low sense of existence in his memory, turned out to be such an excellent one?

No matter what Wang Zhongyun asks, she can follow.

The sound is nice, delicate and soft, and it makes people feel cute and excellent just by listening.

As always, Han Jun lay on the desk and lowered his hair to send a video to Shen Xun.

Master Jun is super handsome: Brother, look at this, I rely on Song Yaoyao. This is not an evil spirit. Is this a complete change?

Jun Ye is super handsome: I didn’t expect her grades to be so good, she is also beautiful, that small waist and thin, tut...

Naturally, Shen Xun didn't return, and he didn't know where he went to sleep.

Han Jun smacked his lips, and the idiot was lying on the table looking at the girl in front of him by the window. She sits well, like a beautiful girl from the second dimension. Who would have thought that it was this gentleman who spoke in a gentle and gentle tone, who just humiliated the eldest sister in the class to the point of embarrassment?

It's awesome, it's really awesome!

Class is over.

Song Yaoya arranged her notes in her seat, which she had learned a long time ago. But for Song Yaoyao, sitting in the classroom is a dry sitting, and it doesn't matter if you learn it again.

Anyway, the main task of students is not to study hard?

"Hey! Classmate—"

The girl was wearing a high ponytail. After Li Nan's student uniform was modified, the pleated skirt covered her buttocks, revealing a pair of long, straight, white legs. She put her hands around her chest and leaned lazily on the table of Song Yaoyao.

The voice is between girls and women, with a unique little laziness.

"Huh?" Song Yaoya raised his head holding the book, and met the girl Canruo Xingchen's eyes, "What's the matter?"

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(End of this chapter)