There is no teacher in the classroom during the morning preparatory class, and class leaders usually take turns to manage classroom discipline.
Han Miao was elected as the arts and literature committee member by the whole class, and it was her turn to be on duty that morning.
She sat on a high stool behind the desk, wearing a loose-fitting, light pink, short-sleeved dress. With her black hair down, a small white hat, and a pair of white sneakers, she looked energetic and youthful, dressed appropriately for her age.
The preparatory class was very quiet. The only sound in the classroom was the turning of pages. Everyone was studying seriously, and even Han Miao, a poor student, pretended to open an English book.
While reading, Han Miao noticed a tall, dark figure walking into her peripheral vision. She turned her head towards the classroom door and saw Li Ao.
He was wearing the same black shirt as yesterday. At first glance, you might think it was the same one, but a closer look revealed that the buttons on this shirt were dark gold, while the one he wore yesterday was silver-gray.
Han Miao guessed that Li Ao might have a closet full of black shirts of the same color but different styles.
Li Ao walked into the classroom with his bag on his back. Without even looking at Han Miao, he went straight to his seat at the back door.
Han Miao tapped his fingers on the table.
Li Ao didn't know Han Miao was greeting him. He kept walking forward without looking away. Han Miao got anxious and shouted, "Neil!"
Li Ao subconsciously stopped and looked back at Han Miao with a wary and cold look in his eyes.
When Han Miao met Li Ao's wary eyes, he felt like he had eaten a fly and his whole body was uncomfortable.
She thought sourly that he was secretly sniffing her quilt while sleeping yesterday, and now he was looking at her like a stranger.
hypocritical!
Han Miao sighed inwardly, raised his right index finger, pointed at the electronic watch on his left wrist, and reminded Li Ao: "You are five minutes late, one point will be deducted."
Seeing that Li Ao's expression remained unchanged, Han Miao added, "If you score five points, you have to stay and help mop the floor."
Li Ao frowned and returned to his seat without saying anything.
As soon as the preparatory class time was up, Han Miao ran back to her seat.
The first class was English with our homeroom teacher, Ye Huawei. She was still stylishly dressed today. She wore a short white dress with a slit at the waist, a bow-tied belt, white strappy high heels, and brown curly hair.
Beautiful and majestic.
The teacher was writing grammar on the blackboard. The boys were stealing glances at her slender waist, while the girls were examining her new shoes and skirt. Han Miao was also stealing glances at Li Ao, curious about what he was drawing on the book.
Li Ao's fingers are very slender, different from Han Miao's slightly fleshy fingers. Li Ao's five fingers have slender joints, his nails are trimmed very short, and the skin on the back of his hands is particularly white, even whiter than Han Miao's skin.
Does this person apply hand mask every day?
As soon as this thought popped into Han Miao's mind, his forehead was suddenly hit by a piece of chalk falling from the sky.
“Ouch!”
Han Miao covered his forehead in pain and heard Teacher Ye say, "Han Miao, is Li's book good? It's better than the English book, isn't it?"
The whole class was laughing.
After hearing what the teacher said, Li Li also turned his head to look at Han Miao.
Han Miao's face flushed slightly. She looked up at the sullen head teacher, then blinked and pointed at Li Ao, betraying him without hesitation, "Teacher, I noticed that student Li was drawing little people on his book!"
So the next second, all eyes were fixed on Li Ao.
Li Ao: "..."
Li Ao quickly turned the page of the book to the back.
This act of trying to cover up the truth attracted Teacher Ye's attention.
Teacher Ye walked to Li Ao's desk in her eight-centimeter high heels. She glanced at Li Ao with a stern look, and Li Ao obediently moved his hands away from the textbook.
Teacher Ye used her chalk-stained right hand to flip forward a few pages in Li Ao's textbook. After turning three pages, she saw his masterpiece. Li Ao had drawn a skeleton playing drums on the English textbook. The picture was drawn with a pen. The skeleton was wearing a dress with a bow-shaped belt and strappy high heels. This was Teacher Ye's outfit today!
Teacher Ye stared at the skeleton man with a gloomy expression.
Just draw her, why draw a skeleton!
Teacher Ye slammed the book shut and angrily shouted, "Li Ao and Han Miao! Get out and stand in the corner!"
Han Miao didn't dare to complain, and went to stand in the corridor with his books and pen as punishment.
Seeing Han Miao leaving the classroom with the book, Li Ao stood up as well. He didn't take the book and walked out empty-handed.
The classroom was eerily quiet.
After leaving the classroom, Han Miao stood as close to the front door as possible, so she could listen to the lecture. Li Ao glanced at her sideways, then walked past her without stopping, and stood as close to the back door as possible.
There is a galaxy between the two of them.
Han Miao stole a glance at Li Ao and asked him in a low voice, "Neil, are you angry?"
Li Ao was not only mute, but also deaf.
He didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't hear what Han Miao said.
Han Miao touched his nose, pointed at the sun in the distance, and said to Li Ao, "We can now be considered to have watched the sunrise together."
Li Ao's mouth twitched.
Thank you, he didn't really want to watch the sunrise with the little traitor next to him.
In the classroom, students were reciting words following Teacher Ye. The teacher's pronunciation was in standard American accent, but the students pronounced it with authentic Chinese accent.
Li Ao frowned when he heard the strange pronunciation.
Han Miao took out a toffee from his pocket and threw it towards Li Ao.
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