Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

It was still a little chilly at seven o'clock, and everyone had already put on sweaters. They shivered subconsciously when they got out of the car. Jiuli thought that she should take out the pendant given by Lingling and use it, while Qiao Ran had already taken off his scarf and gave it to her.

"You won't be cold if you put it on. Why are you wearing so little today?" Qiao Ran scolded while putting the scarf on Jiuli.

Chen Xun, who came over from behind, whistled and was met with a pair of stares. Upon closer inspection, it was Fang Hui.

"What's so good about it?" Qiao Ran turned around and saw that it was Chen Xun. He took back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth and said in a cold voice.

"Okay, let's go in quickly. We still have to set up the tables. It's another small test. It really is, oh." Chen Xun pushed the cart with one hand, glanced at Fang Hui, and pushed the cart into the school.

The tables had been set up at 7:30, and after morning self-study there was an in-class test. The English teacher stood on the podium, occasionally walking down to take a look, and played English listening questions on his Walkman.

Jiuli turned the pencil, supported her forehead with one hand, and had time to glance at her classmates who were scratching their heads, and wrote the answer nonchalantly.

All I could hear was the rustling sound of the pen tip moving.

Time passed quickly, and as the bell rang, the students in the last row began to collect the test papers from the back to the front.

The test papers at this time are all printed or copied by the teachers themselves. There are not many questions, but each one is difficult.

"get out of class is dismissed." The English teacher walked away with the test papers, thinking in his mind that he had just seen a few students who wrote quickly.

Over the next two days, exams for each subject were taken one after another, and the classroom returned to its original position on Monday.

"Hey, what did you choose for the last math question?" Chen Xun bit his pencil and poked Qiao Ran's sleeve.

Qiao Ran retracted his sleeves and glanced at the dishonest Chen Xun.

"It will be distributed soon," Qiao Ran pointed to the course schedule with the two big words "Mathematics" clearly written on it.

"Oh." Chen Xun lay down on the table again, "Not cold?"

"Not bad," Qiao Ran rubbed his hands and continued taking notes.

"Have you finished your homework?" Zhao Hua suddenly interrupted with a bitter look on his face and the implication was obvious.

"What homework?" Chen Xun scratched his head. Homework?

"It's the politics lesson from last time. You didn't miss it, did you? You have class this afternoon." Zhao Hua's eyes widened, and then he looked at Qiao Ran, "Did you finish it? Was the question difficult?"

"I've done it. Here you go." Qiao Ran took out the exercises from his schoolbag.

"You didn't take the wrong one? This isn't Shen Jiuli's?" You also know this Slender Gold Style? Are you kidding me? Zhao Hua was dissatisfied.

"This one is for you." Qiao Ran quickly pulled Jiuli's exercise book back and gave the other one to Zhao Hua.

He handed the exercise book to Jiuli in front of him with a serious look on his face, but when he handed it to her, his fingertips touched Jiuli's palm and his face turned red instantly.

Her hands are so soft, white, clean, soft and slender.

Jiuli took the exercise book and put it aside, turned the pen, and wrote and drew casually, calculating something.

There were not many classes on Monday, but they were very tedious. The two of us didn’t have a chance to meet until noon. Well, it’s time to eat.

There are two fixed class meetings in the afternoon, which are occasionally changed to the classes of the head teacher Hou Li. The last propaganda committee member He Shasha has been dismissed and now replaced by Fang Hui.

"Classmates, there will be a transfer student coming to our class in a few days," Hou Li announced to all the students at the end.

In an instant, it was like a huge rock was dropped, making the quiet class instantly lively, but it did not cause any impact.

"Next, you will review on your own," Hou Li said, then left the classroom and rushed to the Academic Affairs Building for a meeting.

At this time, Fang Hui's face was pale, she was holding her stomach, lying on the table, her lips were white, and she looked conflicted and sad.

"Did you bring that?" Fang Hui gently tugged at Jiuli's sleeve, her tone vague and so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Jiuli stopped what he was doing, glanced at Fang Hui, who was lying there in pain with a pale face, and reacted almost instantly.

"I brought it," he said, taking out a flower-embroidered cloth bag from his schoolbag and handing it to Fang Hui, "Here, can you still go like this?"

"Please come with me." Fang Hui gritted her teeth, unwilling to show the slightest bit of weakness.

"It just so happens that I want to go too." Jiuli stood up.

Chen Xun glanced at Fang Hui, whose face was pale, and then looked at Jiuli, with a serious look of concern on his face.

"You guys?" Chen Xun looked at Fang Hui with worry in his eyes.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll explain to the teacher when he comes." Jiuli put one hand in his pocket and held Fang Hui's hand with the other.

They seemed intimate, but in fact Fang Hui was completely dependent on that hand. Looking at the two of them leaving the door, Chen Xun's face was full of worry. She looked so pale, perhaps because she was not feeling well?

After leaving the classroom, Fang Hui pulled her hand away from Jiuli, and resolutely went by herself, taking two steps while holding onto the wall.

"How is it?" Jiuli asked gently with her hands in her pockets.

"I'm sorry to trouble you again. My blood sugar is low and I'm a little anemic. I feel uncomfortable for a few days every month," Fang Hui said with a slight blush.

"Well," Jiuli hesitated and simply half-carried herself to the toilet at the end, "You go in, I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay," Fang Hui said and went into the bathroom with the small cloth bag.

Jiuli stood outside. The weather here was dry and cold. After standing there for a while, her face started to hurt. She hooked the thermos she brought with her fingertips and decided to get some water later.

When Fang Hui came out, she saw Jiuli fiddling with the thermos out of boredom. From behind, she had a thin waist and long legs.

They were all wearing school uniforms, so it was hard to tell whether they were tall, short, fat or thin, but on her they looked like they were tailor-made for her.

"See if I'm fascinated?" Jiuli raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly.

"No, I'll go get you some water, okay?" Fang Hui quickly lowered her head. She was indeed pretty, no wonder Qiao Ran liked her.

She's good-looking, has good grades, and comes from a good family. If she were a man, she would probably like him. Bah, what is she thinking???

"Okay," Jiuli chuckled. She was really charming.

The water room is not far from the teaching building, and there is a canteen next to it. Since the head teacher is not at home, the students in each class are like the tiger is not at home, the monkey claims to be king, and the canteen is surrounded tightly.

From time to time, people came out with their spoils, and there were also two people who came out to buy spicy noodles under the pretext of fetching water.

Nowadays, spicy strips are still affordable at only one cent a bag.

When Jiuli came out after fetching water, she saw Fang Hui standing there with a black plastic bag in her hand, which was obviously that thing. Her face was flushed and she looked a little embarrassed.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Be braver." Jiuli walked over with the thermos and poked Fang Hui's arm.

"Oh, okay." Fang Hui still spoke in a soft voice.

The two entered the classroom. Hou Li had not returned yet. She sat back in her seat. There was hot milk on Fang Hui's desk. She turned around and saw Chen Xun holding an identical bottle in his hand.

Fang Hui's face turned red subconsciously and she lowered her head. A strange sweetness spread in her heart and she thought about being nice to him.

"Yours," Jiuli handed one of the thermos cups to Qiao Ran, "It's cold recently, drinking some rose black tea is good for your health."

"Got it." He agreed with a smile.

Zhao Hua lowered his head, pretending not to see. Why didn't anyone like him? If he asked himself, he was not bad.