Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 82

Song Yaoyao, who ran into the teaching building in one breath, slowed down, holding her heavy schoolbag and suddenly smiling.

Mutter quietly in a tone that no one can hear, "Then it depends on your performance..."

"Brother, are you a thief? What are you talking about here? Tell me?"

"Who?!"

Song Yaoyao's little heart was so frightened that she almost stopped beating, she turned her head abruptly and met a pair of smiling eyes.

The boy put his hands in his pockets, and smiled at her arrogantly.

Song Yaoya rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

"Say OK first, don't slap your face!"

Never thought that Shen Xun immediately took two steps backwards and squinted to warn.

Song Yaoyao put her hand on her hair, adjusted the hair style that was messed up by Song Wenchuan, and muttered silently, "Shen, did you wake up?"

Does her hand hurt? Why hit him?

Does this group of people all have delusions of persecution? Shen Xun is one, Huo Ningxi is another.

She walked towards the classroom holding her schoolbag, and Shen Xun followed her step by step, with band-aids on her face, funny and funny.

He was like a okay person, and he didn't even care about the eyes of others.

"Don't follow me." Song Yaoyao bulged her cheeks.

"Okay, you have won and I will be your follower. How can you say that is not a big deal?" Shen Xun accused.

Song Yaoyao: "..."

I'm afraid this person is sick!

She walked into the classroom with her head dull, Tang Xinrou hadn't arrived yet.

At the beginning of self-study early, the teacher will not stare at this point, it is all consciously.

But consciously this thing does not exist in Class 3.

Song Yaoya took out the red game console from his schoolbag and turned it on, and lay on the table to play the plane war.

The highest score was still scored by Old Man Huo, which made Song Yaoyao sigh, always thinking about breaking the record.

"Song, I didn't expect you to play games in class?" Shen Xun lay on the table and laughed, as if he had discovered the New World.

Song Yaoya ignored him and concentrated on playing games.

Shen Xun found out his latest handheld game console and played two, only to find it dull. Listening to the sound of the broken game console in Song Yaoya's hand at the front desk, my heart itchy.

Unable to bear it, he poked her back.

"Classmate, can you play with me?"

Han Jun rolled his eyes fiercely, wondering if his brother Xun had been wicked? Something is getting wrong.

"No."

As expected, Song Yaoya's merciless rejection was received.

"Now, don't be so ruthless~"

Song Yao shook his hand and the plane hit the wall.

A bunch of English popped out.

failure!

She sullen her face and turned around quietly, "Shen Xun, do you want to die?"

"Well--"

Shen Xun lay down on the table, his eyes drooping.

"I don't want to die, but I don't want to live."

"Snapped--"

Han Jun's eyelids twitched as he watched the book slipping to Brother Xun's face.

I'm done thinking about it.

Song Yaoya challenged Brother Xun's patience time and time again. Is he patient now that he is going to bottom out? I really want to start a fire——

"Wow classmate, you are so irritable!"

Han Jun: "..."

Shen Xun rubbed his face, "Hit it and give me your game console to play once, okay?"

Song Yaoyao: "???"

"I can give money, one hundred and one rounds."

Song Yaoya patted the game console in front of him, smiling sweetly.

"Deal."

Han Jun couldn't bear to look directly at Shen Xun as he pulled out a ticket and stuffed it to Song Yaoyao. He took the game console with joy and a question mark on his face.

Is the latest game console not fun, or is the money hot?

I think there should be more than one thousand votes! Add another chapter tomorrow! Little angels are awesome!

Rub your hands and keep asking for tickets~don't stop!

Has today's life grown taller with everyone's nourishment? Answer: It's one mimi taller.

(End of this chapter)