"Yeah?" Zhang Yue in the front row turned around and glanced at Chen Jinyu, vomiting sweetly, "There are people who don't care about anything else, optical English, in the end they are still not as good as Li Zheng."

Zhang Yue is not a mortal either. She is affected by all kinds of yin and yang, and she will not let go of anything that fails to achieve the results she deserves despite her efforts.

At this time, Chen Jinyu could no longer sit still.

She didn't have as good a mentality as Li Zheng. She slapped the table and stamped her foot, and scolded Zhang Yue: "We are all judging each other at the same table. It doesn't matter if the penalty is 100."

"Hey." Zhang Xiaoke's face sank, "Are you attacking my character?"

Chen Jinyu glanced back and said with a smile: "Who knows who cheated."

"Hey, are you so good at talking?" Zhang Xiaoke also laughed and said, "Okay, see you in the midterm exam."

All of a sudden, it was tit for tat.

Zhao Yinghua couldn't control the situation at all.

The classmates also started mumbling.

"We've stopped dealing with these two people a long time ago..."

"When Zhang Xiaoke first came here, Chen Jinyu didn't seem to even talk to her."

"I haven't said anything yet, so why don't you deal with it?"

"I can't understand what happens between girls..."

Li Zheng saw it very clearly.

Originally, it was nothing. Even if someone wanted to be resented, it would be because his English talent was too outstanding and he was jealous of Chen Jinyu.

But who would have expected that Zhang Yue Gonghuo came out from the middle, poured a basin of oil out, and then ran away.

Chen Jinyu was easily offended and had nowhere to vent, so she had no choice but to cheat and defile others.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoke took the initiative and took away the hatred.

Both he and Zhang Yue are just tools in this process.

This is purely two girls looking for trouble to fight against each other.

This is probably how harem dramas are created.

"Okay, okay, it's not a formal exam. What can we compare it to? Let's start talking about the questions." Only then did Zhao Yinghua come to the rescue, using a heavy halo of sleepiness to suppress the students' desire to watch the show.

As she started to talk about the paper, the scene turned sleepy again.

But Zhang Xiaoke was still full of anger.

Clenching her fists and staring at Chen Jinyu in the front row, she faintly let out a low groan.

Unlike Lin Yujing's "um", she mainly relies on her abdomen to make the sound, which is more breathy.

"I've long disliked her...she talks about studying abroad and immigrating all the time, and doesn't take the college entrance examination with other people..."

"Don't worry about others." Li Zheng scolded, "I am sleeping soundly, why are you causing trouble for my sect?"

"Master, please don't worry, I just can't stand this kind of person anymore." Zhang Xiaoke said angrily, "You don't know, in my old school, everyone was ten times better than her, and no one bothered to go abroad or anything like that all day long.

Keep it on your lips."

Li Zheng was stunned: "May I ask which school it is?"

"Hey, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Zhang Xiaoke waved his hands quickly, and then clenched his fists again, "The most annoying thing is that I'm here to pretend, let's see if I don't play her to death."

Li Zheng swallowed and spat: "Is this really a Qing palace drama?"

"This is called wrist." Zhang Xiaoke tapped the crook of his paw vigorously.

"It's up to you, just don't drag me into it." Li Zheng lay down on the table and continued to sleep.

Zhang Xiaoke was not tired at all.

Although Master treats me very well.

But if he continues like this, he is not far away from being regarded as a dog.

You have to find someone to establish your authority.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

I'm afraid that you, Chen Jinyu, won't come!

Zhang Xiaoke then took out his mobile phone.

After 180 days, I opened the "Beike Word" app again.

Circle high school English vocabulary.

Make plans.

There are 10 days left until the midterm exam, 200 per day.

Be tough on yourself.

Xiaoke.

you can.

Not as good as Master.

Isn't it better than Chen Jinyu, a pretender from an ordinary school?

…

When Li Zheng woke up again, school was over.

He wanted to get up, but as soon as his right calf exerted force, he screamed out in pain.

"Ah~"

"Hey!" Zhang Xiaoke suddenly turned his head and got goosebumps all over his body, "Master, do you want to scream like this..."

Li Zheng only had a grimace on his face.

Feeling uncomfortable and unhappy.

Having too many girls overtaxes the body, and as expected, studies will be delayed.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Xin came over with a basketball in his arms: "Let's go, Brother Li, while Lin is not around, hurry up and play ball."

"Do you still have the strength?"

"That's necessary, and it doesn't matter who I play against every day." Liu Xin then went around and stuffed the books on Li Zheng's desk into his bag, "The next game is on Wednesday, I called Chen Sen and the others.

Let’s practice zone defense again.”

Zhang Xiaoke packed his schoolbag and said with a smile: "Let Brother Li go, don't look at the situation. He doesn't even have the energy to study."

Liu Xin stared and realized how serious the situation was.

Yes.

Li Zheng didn't study all afternoon?

The sky is falling, the sky is falling.

Liu Xin was so frightened that he dropped the basketball: "Brother Li, are you okay..."

"I've never drank Red Bull before, so I'm afraid I drank too much this time." Li Zheng rubbed his face, "In addition, the large amount of adrenaline is secreted, and the organs and muscles are overloaded. I'm in a very bad condition now."

"I was wrong, Brother Li, go away, go home quickly." Liu Xin quickly helped Li Zheng pack up the desk drawer.

Suddenly, he said "Huh?" and pulled out a pink envelope from the desk.

Didn't look up or pay.

Looking around, there is only one painted on the seal.

"Fuck!" Liu Xin slapped his thigh, "Love letter!!!"

"Shut up!" Li Zheng quickly held him down and snatched the envelope with a blushing face.

Zhang Xiaoke was also excited. He threw down his schoolbag and came over regardless of how oily Liu Xin was: "Oh, what is supposed to come will always come."

Liu Xin then groped around in the desk again, until his eyes lit up: "There's more!"

I was stunned and took out two letters in a row.

One letter is okay, three this afternoon.

I don’t know who stuffed it and when.

Zhang Xiaoke suddenly felt jealous.

Not far away, Jiang Qinghua was packing his schoolbag.

In fact, I have mixed feelings inside.

Three letters at a time.

I, Jiang Shuai, have been around for so long, and I have only received seven letters in total.

Li Zheng, you have gone too far again.
To be continued...