Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Qin Yan smiled softly: "Too serious, am I such a violent person in your heart?"

Xiao Jiu: Hahaha, women just want to obey.

The current weather is a bit cold. After Pei Zheng lost weight healthily, Qin Yan no longer sits on the steps of the playground to supervise every day.

She agreed with Pei Zheng that she was bored, and whether she wanted to run or not in the future, anyway, the money for running circles had already run out.

As for the gym membership card, what she said at the time was: I don't want anything you touch!

The morning self-study in Yuehu No. [-] Middle School starts earlier, so everyone arrives in the classroom a little earlier.

Unexpectedly, there was a power outage in the whole school that day, and the head teacher was in every class, so the students did not dare to show too excited.

I can only jump for joy secretly in my heart.

However... the class teacher asked the class leader to bring the class fee to the school canteen and buy a dozen candles.

I thought that there would be no classes for the morning self-study and the first class, but now it's over, everything is business as usual.

In addition to not being able to write on the blackboard, the teacher still flipped through the textbooks loudly.

After the first class is over, when the sun rises outside, the following classes will naturally return to their original state. Even if there is no whiteboard available, they will not be disturbed.

Class Nine had an open class in the morning, and a famous teacher from another school wanted to borrow students from their class to participate in the competition.

The teaching plan was sent out by the famous teacher one class in advance, and even a general rehearsal of the teaching process was performed.

When Qin Yan got the densely packed tutorial sheet, his eyes darkened, and his resistance instantly came up.

She hated doing it the most.

It doesn't feel very useful, but there are still many questions.

The public class will not be on the third floor, the school specially arranges to go to the multimedia classroom under the girls' dormitory.

The space in that place is large enough, with trapezoidal tables, which can be put together to form a group discussion. In short, it seems that the class is very tall.

Although the school has a power outage, power generation for a multimedia can still be supported.

The whole class set off to the multimedia classroom one after another, Qin Yan dawdled, planning to be the last one to leave the classroom.

When she passed a chair with a black schoolbag hanging on it, she fixed her eyes.

There seems to be something on the ground.

It is a small white rectangle, the size of a palm, with a few lines of light gray letters printed on it.

It looks a bit like a photo, but with the back side up.

Qin Yan picked it up and turned it over.

A thin layer of plastic was covered with dust from the ground, but it did not cover the two faces in the photo.

A lady hugged a fat boy's shoulders, her eyes were full of tenderness, and she smiled slightly at the camera, but her face was slightly pale.

Paleness that lingers on the sick bed all year round.

The time was written on the photo. It was taken last year. Pei Zheng was still fat at that time.

[Host, this is a photo of Pei Zheng and his mother. 】

"It's a bit dirty, I'm going to be a good person!"

Anyway, there is no one else in the classroom right now, the school has a power outage, and the monitoring cannot be used.

She slowly wiped off the dust on the plastic package with her thumb, and the gray luster gradually brightened.

It can be seen that the photo is very new and has been kept by the owner, but somehow it fell on the ground.

"Cheng Shang Shang!"

A roar sounded suddenly at the door of the classroom.

Pei Zheng's eyes were full of hostility.

He went back to the classroom to get the teacher's ruler, and saw Qin Yan holding a photo of him and his mother.

Twirling two fingers, it looked like it was about to be torn off.

He walked quickly to the seat, the voice overflowing from his throat was cold as if quenched by poison.

"give me!"

Qin Yan's slender neck was grabbed by Pei Zheng, and she was so strong that she couldn't move.