The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 6 The school grass's first love 6

"Alive, don't scream." Wen Ling kept copying homework with a stern face.

That's it...

Are you a copier?

The handwriting on Wen Ling's paper, as well as its size, and even the distribution of the layout, were all exactly the same as the paper Liu Xinhan handed over.

Even if you look closely, it's still exactly the same.

System 233 has been stunned.

"You are copying and pasting, will the teacher find out?" Although this kind of holiday homework paper, the teacher will not approve it at all.

In class again, just drop it.

But the system 233 still needs to be reminded, in case there are papers that need to be handed in in the future, if you directly copy and paste like this, this is the rhythm of confessing the accomplices together.

Hearing what 233 said, Wen Ling's little face tightened even more.

In the end, he directly smashed the jar and said, "Ah, what's wrong with me being illiterate? If I could read, can I copy directly like this?"

illiterate? ? ?

Oh, I know, the main god didn't say anything, the little ginseng essence can't read.

If I knew this earlier, I would change to the world of early childhood and learn slowly.

This is a senior high school student, and the little ginseng essence is no longer a scumbag, but a drug student.

Toxic scum.

After being shocked, System 233 thought about it. The little ginseng essence received the essence of heaven and earth, rain, dew, and wind and frost. It is indeed growing wildly in the wild, and no one has ever guided it.

It is said that spiritual wisdom is developed by oneself, and cultivation is also pondered by oneself.

There was no one to guide her, and naturally no one took her to read and read.

But now in the third year of high school, even if the original owner is a scumbag, the original owner at least...

Recognize characters.

System 233 only felt that his worried head was about to go bald.

233 was speechless, and Wen Ling was still copying and pasting.

Fortunately, the teacher didn't check or correct this paper, and he could still fool it.

233 originally wanted to say, I have some crash courses in reading and literacy here, why don't you come here.

As a result, in the next second, Wen Ling stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the classroom door.

233's gazes passed together.

In October, when the breath is slightly cool, it gets dark earlier.

It was more than five o'clock at this moment, and the sky was already dark.

In order for the students to have a good learning environment, the lights in the classroom have already been turned on.

Reflecting the slightly flickering lights, the cold and unparalleled schoolgirl entered the classroom.

Hwaseong First High does not force students to wear school uniforms.

When you only need to exercise between classes, everyone can wear it.

Usually private servers.

After all, I only have half a day off for a week, and I go home to adjust, and the school uniform is not easy to wash.

In addition, the school uniform is still pure white, which is even more difficult to maintain.

Therefore, everyone usually uses private servers, that is, to deal with it during exercise between classes.

At this time, Wen Heng was wearing a white sweater with a light blue decorative horizontal stripe on the chest of the sweater, and a pair of simple jeans on his lower body.

Wen Heng's height is 1.8 meters, which is considered tall among senior three students.

After all, many boys may stop growing after the third year of high school.

Some of them can grow a little longer when they go to college.

Wen Heng's height...

Oh, by the way, after graduating from the college entrance examination, Huacheng was destroyed, and he didn't escape, so Wen Ling didn't know if he grew up or not.

Wen Heng's body proportions are particularly good, with a pair of long legs that are thin and long, but full of strength.

Wearing ordinary jeans on him makes people feel that the taste of these pants has changed.

That face was youthful yet handsome.

His brows and eyes are cold, like the white snow in Cangshan Mountain, which is cold all year round.

The lip color is light and thin, and when he is not smiling, he has an indescribable seriousness.

(End of this chapter)