Nongmoto Junliang

Ever since, there was another door god outside the door, and the two big boys looked at each other, and suddenly laughed, Xia Yuanche felt that Nong Lang was not that annoying for the first time!

"Hey, are you sick? Did you do it on purpose just now?" Xia Yuanche glanced at the math teacher in the classroom whose head was already showing a Mediterranean tendency, approached Nong Lang and said in a low voice.

But when his eyes were still on the teacher's bald head, something hit his waist. He looked down and saw that it was a bag of biscuits that had already been opened, which was the same as the bag that was scrapped just now.

"Huh? Why do you still have it?" Xia Yuanche's beautiful pupils lit up immediately. He was really starving to death, so he snatched it up and ate it unceremoniously.

Nong Lang raised the corners of his lips triumphantly, "Who told you to be so stupid! Opening up a biscuit bag can bring you to the penalty station. Fortunately, I have the foresight to bring two bags here this morning, or you will be hungry until noon gone."

"Is it delicious? They brought it back from Hong Kong and sent a box! You like it and I will bring it to you next time."

It turned out that he came here specially to give him dry food, a small warm current poured into his heart immediately, although he was scolded for being stupid, he still smiled and frowned, eating to his heart's content.

After three or two strokes, Xia Yuanche wiped out the package of biscuits. The biscuits were a bit dry, but the biscuits were delicious and crisp, which still left him unsatisfied. When he raised his eyes, he found that Nong Lang's eyes were staring straight at him. Own.

"Why?" he asked puzzled.

Nong Lang looked at the few biscuit crumbs on the corner of his lips in a daze, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to wipe them off for him, but he heard a rumbling bowel sound in his stomach, and cursed a little aggrieved, "Fuck! You don't know how to leave me a piece."

"Hey! Who told you to owe me!" Xia Yuanche stuck out his tongue with a smile, licked it lightly, and licked all the biscuit crumbs into his mouth.

Seeing that action, Nong Lang was taken aback. He had never had any desire for a few biscuit crumbs, but at this moment, he was sure that his throat was so dry, as if he was the one who just ate a whole bag of biscuits.

He couldn't help swallowing, and hurriedly looked away, "Fuck! I'm really hungry and thirsty."

What made Nong Lang and Xia Yuanche sad the most was that the next three classes this morning were all mathematics classes, and they stood up until their backs ached and their legs ached.

However, after passing the penalty, Xia Yuanche's attitude towards Nong Lang has changed a lot. At least he no longer ignores his answers. Sometimes when Nong Lang hooks him on the shoulder, he will not avoid it, but Obediently let someone and his intimacy.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the second class in the afternoon, Xia Yuanche limped up to the podium and said weakly, "Students, don't rush to leave, today is our class. On the labor day, after school, everyone went to the back playground to pull weeds, this is just explained by the head teacher!"

"Tch!" There was a disdainful nasal sound from the audience, and Xia Yuanche couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He is a class monitor who is not worthy of his name. Every time it is a working day when the teacher is away, his dignity will no longer exist, and no one will listen. His, but the little self-esteem of the young man prevented him from telling the teacher, and he secretly went to work by himself every time. It seemed that today's situation was not much better, but the key point was that he was still seriously injured today!

Nong Lang must have been one of those people who ignored Labor Day before, but today it was different. He stood up abruptly, walked to the door of the classroom, and blocked a few people who were about to go out. #####