Lingling Tao and Wei Zhong always bicker, and the two seem to be enemies.
"Well, well, if you are really unwilling, just enter Class 11. The teacher just said try not to enter the class with classmates, and didn’t say absolutely not.
No one is going to take a few classes behind, and I will take a trip for you. "
Glared at weizhong Lingling Tao a took Xu ran arm grateful way "but elder brother you are my second parents ….."
"Come on, hurry up and go. Remember to take it easy and don’t make trouble."
"I see. I’ll go first."
Looking at Wei Zhong has moved to the position of Class 11, Lingling Tao is full of worries. "Xu Ran, you are so bad. What if Wei Zhong fights with Sun Li?"
"Fight? They are both half a catty. How can they do the worst thing in front of the right girl? Even if Mato gets up, they are at most fighting.
Although I don’t know Sun Li’s literary background, I have seen Xiao Wu write some reports and I am quite confident in him. "
No one in class seven has passed by yet, and Xie Chang took the lead and went in.
Zhou Chen also immediately said, "Then I’ll enter Class 14."
"Old four, do you remember to say a few words? The students in Martial Arts Class 14 reflected to the teacher that you entered their class every time but didn’t say a word."
"got it"
Xu Rannai shook his head. I don’t know when he has become a worry master in Class Two, a year.
Lingling Tao seems to have been facing Xu Ran and Wu Zhe in Class 9 with embarrassed expression and said softly, "Well, when Class 9 arrives, I will go to Xu Ran Xiaoliu first, and he will trouble you."
"Go ahead, you can rest assured."
Wu Zhe controlled the wheelchair and thanked Xu Ran. "Brother Xu Ran, hurry up and go in yourself. No matter me or my wheelchair, you have seen it. It is not easy to find a class without classmates."
"Let me help you. Most martial arts people know me. It shouldn’t be difficult for them to look at me."
"Well, then, please."
"Brothers, if you have any trouble, don’t bother you to be so polite to me again, and I will turn against you."
"Ha, ha, ha, okay. I remember."
I have never felt such friendship. It seems that at this moment, Wu Zhe has taken five students in Class Two a year as his family.
………
There are seven classes left. Xu Ran took Wu Zhe to the door of Class 16 and gestured to him, "Just Class 16. At most, his placement students here are not as old-fashioned as his class, which is quite suitable for your first communication."
"good"
"Well, I’ll go to Class 17. It’s more convenient for you to call me and come over if you have something."
Wu Zhe nodded his head and watched Xu Ran walk slowly. Now he has gradually learned what the whole Class Two looks more harmonious than Class One, not only because of the small number of people, but because there is a real concern for everyone.
……
"Eh, eh, eh, why did I leave again? I still want to come to our class for nothing."
"Who is Xu Ran?"
"You just came here and didn’t know that Xu Ran is a genius in Class Two, a year of literature. It is said that the brain wave data of the entrance test reached 3 o’clock high and four questions could be made during the test. It is really a genius level. I also stopped at the gate of our class and planned to come in."
"Hey? Who do you think is this classmate in a wheelchair who doesn’t wear school? Is it literature? "
"It should not be that literature has no wheelchair students and this person looks unfamiliar.
"This man is handsome."
"anthomaniac!"
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Chapter 41 Add a bet
Martial arts classes show that the slope style is higher and higher, and the area is not full and full for college students.
The classroom is equipped with monitoring at every angle, which means that students can relax for a second and exercise their perseverance.
Of course, there are exceptions. When talking to literature students, martial arts students can rest on their stomachs in the morning.
Wu Zhe manipulated the wheelchair and slowly entered Class 16. A large group of students were surprised. In the expression, the wheelchair rose and took off over the steps of the podium and settled down in front of the podium.
"Hello, everyone. I’m Wu Zhe, a transfer student in Class Two, Grade One, who just entered literature yesterday."
"psst"
After the silence, Wu Zhe saw a classmate wearing a hat in the student school first got up to welcome himself. He was the monitor of Class 16, Yan Ping …
"Jing Ying, wake up. Is that the one we met on the plane?"
"Miss Ling was exhausted from training yesterday. It’s rare that today is a rest day. Let me party again."
"You see first, is it that we met the man who broke down our name into poems? I didn’t expect him to be a literary student. Oh, Jing Ying, get up quickly …"
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