When Jing Ling arrived at the classroom, the class had just ended. Perhaps during this period, she was very angry with the group of brats in the classroom. When Jing Ling saw him, she had a vague feeling that the hair on her head was missing. Feel.

When he saw her, Mediterranean widened his eyes in surprise, looking unbelievable.

"you……"

You've been talking for a long time, but Mediterranean didn't tell you why.

Jing Lingpi waved towards the Mediterranean Sea with a smile: "Hello, teacher, I didn't do what you expected, I'm back again!"

Come back and cause trouble!

After saying that, the girl with a ponytail casually threw the schoolbag on her shoulder, glanced at the man with a wide mouth in front of her with a half-smile, passed him, and walked forward briskly. .

She is still the same girl as before, but her dashing energy seems to be different.

Mediterranean stood there for a long time, then his expression suddenly changed.

Looking back at Jing Ling who had just turned into the classroom door, Mediterranean Sea ran towards the principal's office.

……

Not only was the Mediterranean tired, but everyone in the classroom was also tired.

When Jing Ling entered, most people in the classroom were sleeping on the tables.

The few people who were awake didn't have any big reaction when they saw Jing Ling suddenly appearing. They raised their eyelids and glanced at Jing Ling, then continued to read with their heads down.

The vast majority of people have no interest in caring about this insignificant classmate who was inexplicably suspended from school and returned inexplicably.

Jing Ling walked to her seat, stared at the desk piled with various novels, magazines, and snacks, and remained silent for a rare three seconds.

Is this treating her table as a public use area?

The original owner is a girl who likes to be clean. Although it is a small desk, it is neatly tidied and beautiful.

Even the tabletop is specially covered with beautiful table paper.

But now, the back of the originally beautiful table paper was torn into pieces, and on the exposed tabletop, no one knew who had used correction fluid, and various kinds of ugly graffiti were painted with various strokes.

Jing Ling lifted her bag back, lowered her head and knocked on the table of the original owner.

The original deskmate was a cross-eyed boy.

If she guessed correctly, many of the miscellaneous novels and comics on her desk belonged to him.

Hearing the sound, the boy got up from the table.

Seeing that it was Jing Ling, the boy was stunned for half a second, then glanced at Jing Ling with disdain, then lay down and continued sleeping.

Jing Ling: "..."

can.

The friendship between deskmates has become like this now.

I originally thought of not mentioning the past things for the time being out of consideration for my classmates, but that's fine, it just so happens that this time the new and old accounts will be settled together.

Within a minute, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the classroom.

With the sound of something suddenly "duang" on the ground, everyone woke up from their sleep.

After rubbing their eyes, everyone was shocked.

At the back of the classroom, a girl in school uniform stepped on a stool that had fallen to the ground, looking down at the astonished boys on the ground.

The boy was holding his hands on the ground, obviously frightened by the sudden turn of events and speechless.

His lips moved for a long time, but the boy couldn't get a single word out.

Some people couldn't stand it anymore, and the first person to stand up was the female monitor of Jing Ling's class.

"Jing Ling, what are you doing?"

Jing Ling sat down on the table next to her and looked at the girl named Chang Ru with a half-smile.

"Teach him what classmate friendship is." Jing Ling moved her fingers on the table unconsciously, as if holding a knife in her hand, "What, is there any problem?"

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