A branch of red apricot came out

The fourth period is chemistry class, which is the most troublesome class for Yan Nuo, even more troublesome than physics, because apart from being difficult, doing experiments in physics class will at least not be interesting.

Yan Nuo now thinks back to the "Ammonia" class, he will feel his nose sore and his whole nasal cavity will react, the degree of discomfort is comparable to smelling the smell of preserved eggs, and since then he has an irreversible psychological rejection of chemistry.

The teacher talked about "quantity of matter" on the podium, but he still couldn't fully understand that it was actually a unit of measurement. When the arts and science classes were first divided, the school gave students a week to choose carefully. Many children were in the first class. In a chemistry class, after listening to a section on "quantity of matter", after class, I moved the table and sat in the liberal arts class without saying a word.

Yan Nuo lay on the table and played with his mobile phone, looked at Tuya and P Station for a while, and then clicked on Xiaonei to see his post that the building was still under construction. Who could it be? Brother Sichun secretly wished himself a post ?You can't ask, what if it's really a passerby who listens to the corner?And can the classmates who secretly took pictures of him take more steady pictures, one tenth of them are not as handsome as himself.

It was boring to watch for a while, the group of four was very quiet, Yan Nuo threw the mobile phone into the belly of the table, picked up the Sanhua pen to draw on the chemistry book, and couldn't help wanting to provoke Fang Le, took out his phone and texted him again.

How do you understand the quantity of matter?

He still didn't expect to receive a reply, he flipped through the notepad back and forth rather bored, pinching the edge of the page and flipping through it, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his empty head, this book is very suitable for drawing a comic book .

What to draw, or just draw a fight with Fang Le in physical education class, um, it should be said that Fang Le got into a fight.

Yan Nuo laughed in his heart, and the corner of his mouth curled up on his face. After thinking about the frantic fight under the banyan tree for a while, he felt endless aftertaste, and he hummed in his heart, "It's just boring."

Before the tip of the pen fell down, the screen of the phone lit up unexpectedly, and it was a text message from Fang Le.