What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 55 Stability

The last class is Lao Ma's. Less than ten minutes before school ends at noon, a thin figure suddenly appears outside the classroom. Through the window glass, I looked inwardly.

The old horse stopped lecturing and walked to the door:

"Who are you looking for?"

The visitor grinned at the old horse very familiarly, nodded and bowed and said: "Oh, teacher, teacher, teacher, did you delay your lecture? It's all right You don't care about me, go back to yours."

Lao Ma frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Are you...the parent of a student?"

"Hey, my nephew is in your class, and his name is Tan Jingyang."

Ji Zhun was Work hard to help Tan Jingyang do coolies and take notes in class. Hearing the voice of someone outside, he felt a little familiar. Just when he was about to look up, Tan Jingyang who was beside him stood up abruptly, and was about to go out with a sullen face.

Ji Zhun hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Don't get on top, Tan Jingyang, this is still in school.

" .

Ji Zhun got up and pressed his shoulder, signaling Tan Jingyang to sit down first. At this time, many students in the class have turned their attention to the two.

"Class is over soon. I'll talk about what's going on later." Ji Zhun quickly glanced at the classmates, and leaned over to Tan Jingyang and whispered, "If you keep doing this, you'll be really ruined." Seeing that Tan Jingyang was still

unmoved , Ji Zhun's hand on his shoulder couldn't help tightening again, and he whispered:

"Be obedient, Brother Yang."

Until this moment, the threatening sharpness in Tan Jingyang's eyes subsided a little.

He closed his eyes, and sat back under Ji Zhun's force, but he didn't hear a word of the easy test points in Lao Ma's mouth.

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Tan Jingyang walked quickly towards the outside of the classroom. Seeing this, Ji Zhun didn't have time to pack his things, so he hurriedly followed him to Yuan Chengwen.

Yuan Chengwen was carrying a lunch box in his hand, and when he saw Tan Jingyang, he showed a warm smile.

The corners of his mouth were pulled high, as if he had completely forgotten the unhappiness that happened not long ago.

"Nephew! Are your arms feeling better?" He shook the lunch box and showed off, "Uncle, I went to the vegetable market early in the morning and chose the best bones to make pork rib soup for you. As the saying goes, What is lacking has to be made up, this soup, it..."

"Talk in another place." Tan Jingyang interrupted hurriedly, and walked out of the school with Yuan Chengwen.

"Hey, that's it."

Yuan Chengwen twisted the lid of the lunch box again, and followed behind Tan Jingyang.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Ji Zhun quickly pondered whether he should follow. In the end, he still couldn't let go, and walked towards Tan Jingyang...

In the remote alley near the No. 3 Middle School, there are many wires entangled. Some people who are not afraid of death hang their wet clothes and quilts on the wires, dripping water dripping down.