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Jiuli held the roasted sweet potato and ate it with relish. It was roasted to the perfect temperature, and it was crispy, soft, and sweet.

"Have you eaten yet?" He wiped his hands with the paper next to him. "I brought tea eggs, fried dough sticks with rice, and soy milk."

"Then let's say we're exchanging?" Qiao Ran smiled and took the wooden cup. The soy milk in it smelled delicious.

"Okay," Jiuli nodded and wrote on the car window.

Frost has begun to form on the road outside. Pedestrians riding 28-inch and Giant bicycles pass by in a hurry, wrapped up tightly. I guess they will have to wear coats and cotton-padded jackets in two more days.

The ones who were docking the car today were Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo. Menling specifically requested to be in a group with He Shasha. It was hard to say why, maybe it was just because Chen Xun liked a taciturn person like Fang Hui?

"Jiuli, you came early today?" Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo worked together to park the last car and greeted the two of them.

"It's not too early," Jiuli looked at Fang Hui, "Have you made up?" Look at his face, it's much better than the previous two days.

"I guess so. I'll give you your book later." Fang Hui smiled shyly, but her smile was cold and bright with a hint of liveliness.

"Let's go." Qiao Ran looked back and watched Jiuli and Fang Hui talking. He glared at Fang Hui, stepped back, and grabbed Jiuli's sleeve.

"See you later." Jiuli waved her hand and said to Fang Hui, "You won't stop me from talking to girls, will you?" Poke.

Qiao Ran moved away to avoid the poking fingers and clenched his hands tightly. He just didn't like Jiuli having eyes for someone else.

"No, I just don't like your eyes on others, even female classmates." Qiao Ran said seriously.

"From now on I will only look at you. No matter who you stand with, I will only see you." Why is he like a child? Jiuli was helpless.

"That's more like it." After getting a satisfactory answer, Qiao Ran reached out and pulled Jiuli to climb up to the fifth floor.

The classroom was filled with warmth, not because of anything else, but because there were four stoves in the four corners of the classroom.

Those sitting in the last two rows were right next to the fire and felt a little hot, but when they took off a layer of clothes and went out, they felt cold again. It was a contradiction.

The political teacher, who had been on leave for two days, came late to the first class with the test papers. He stood on the podium and looked at his group of lovely students, feeling infinite satisfaction in his heart.

"Classmates, long time no see," he said a few words of introduction and handed out the test papers he brought with him. "This is a gift I brought to you. I hope our class will get better and better."

When they heard the word "gift", they all looked up, but when they saw the thick stack of test papers, they instantly became dejected.

"Let me now explain to you the last test paper. If you have any questions, feel free to speak up." The political teacher smiled and looked a little apologetic. He really wasted time.

"The class representative has already explained it, and we all understand it. We can move on to the next chapter." You looked at me, I looked at you, and finally the girl sitting in the first row said in a low voice.

I heard that the class next door is already far ahead.

Hearing these words, the political teacher glanced at Jiuli who was sitting in the back, his eyes full of pride. Look how outstanding this class representative he selected is!

"The homework for this class is to copy the wrong questions from last time and hand them in before the next class." The political teacher looked away and continued, "Everyone, turn to page 90 in your textbooks and pay attention. I have written all the knowledge points on the blackboard."

As he spoke, he wrote on the blackboard. Jiuli, who was sitting in the back, flipped through the book and wrote down the knowledge points in a sloppy handwriting. The whole classroom was filled with the rustling sound of writing.

During the break, those who didn't finish their homework were frantically catching up, and occasionally there was the sound of people reciting words to strengthen their memory.

"In the English class later, we will have to do dictation and memorize," said Qiao Ran, as he took out some peeled peanuts from his pocket and handed them to Jiuli.

"Isn't it a physical education class?" Jiuli looked back and took the peeled peanuts, which were fried with salt and roasted on the stove and were particularly fragrant.

There are not many snacks now, and the occasional fried nuts, spicy strips, preserved fruits and dried meat are rare delicacies in winter.

"I just went to hand in my homework. The English teacher said that the physical education teacher was sick, so these two classes are hers." Qiao Ran frowned.

"Isn't the physical education teacher's health too bad?" Lin Jiamo turned her head and interjected, then turned back and lowered her head silently.

"I didn't expect the physical education teacher would get sick," Fang Hui sighed. It was indeed a bit cold that day and not suitable to go out.

"Sick?" Jiuli's eyes flashed with understanding, and she moved closer to Qiao Ran, "I'm afraid he was forced to get sick?"

"Isn't it? We have final exams in two months, and all teachers are keeping an eye on the grades." As for the physical education teacher? Qiao Ran said it was not a good idea to go out in the winter.

"Everyone be quiet. Students standing in the vertical rows (one, three, and five) please take your stools and go out. The rest of you should sit down in a crisscross pattern." The English teacher strode in and gave a series of commands.

"Don't bring anything but your exercise books," the English teacher continued, "and listen carefully."

Qiao Ran held the stool and changed seats with the classmate in front of him, sitting in front of Jiuli to block the wind for her.

I have to say it's really cold outside now. Without the stove, I feel like everything is wrong and it's very cold.

"Are you cold?" After sitting down, Qiao Ran turned his head to look at Jiuli, his eyes full of nervousness. It would be bad if she caught a cold.

"It's okay, we'll be in soon." Jiuli rubbed his fingers. His hands were stiff after just a short while in this awful weather.

"That's good. I'll pour you some hot water when we get in later," Qiao Ran consoled him, handing him the hot water bottle. "I brought this with me this morning. I didn't give it to you. Use it first."

"You take it. You're sitting in front of me, right next to the ventilation vent," Jiuli refused. "It would be bad if you got sick."

English teacher Cui arranged the seats inside and came out to take a look around. Well, he seemed very satisfied with his intimidation.

After seeing Jiuli and Qiao Ran whispering to each other, he didn't say anything. After all, hearsay doesn't count. What's more, they are both good students with good grades and good looks.

"Listen carefully, these are the words we just learned not long ago. Class 5 has already done the dictation, and the results are not ideal. Now let me see if Class 1 is just as bad."

After the English teacher finished speaking, he stood at the door of the classroom and read out the words clearly, but his pronunciation was slightly accented, which made people laugh, and it was even difficult to hear which one it was.

Except for the top ten students in the class who wrote as if inspired by God, the rest were just guessing and just wrote down whatever sounded similar.

The cold wind outside made people more awake. Not to mention feeling sleepy, even their sleepiness was blown away. Many people scratched their heads, trying to figure out what the word was. They didn't quite understand.

They whispered to each other where the teacher couldn't see, but the plan failed because of the distance.

"The last one to collect the dictation, and then you can come in." After the English teacher said this, he sat on the podium and looked at the group of students who were as quiet as chickens.