At this point, he shook his head again, "You'd better not go, or let my second uncle go with you."
The Second and Third Middle Schools are full of underachievers and problem students; they're a complete mess.
"It's okay, I'll go to No. 3 Middle School," Li Fang said with a smile. "Don't forget, I used to study at No. 3 Middle School."
The siblings went downstairs together, and Li Fang rode her bicycle away from the school.
Wang Peng carried his lunchbox to the teachers' dormitory and met Chen Qingshu at the dormitory entrance.
"Are you feeling any better?" Wang Peng asked, holding up his lunchbox. "It's millet porridge that Sister Fang made; it's our breakfast."
Chen Qingshu scratched his head. "Much better."
At this point, he felt a little embarrassed, as getting drunk in front of students was a very shameful thing.
When the two returned to their dormitory, Wang Peng opened his lunchbox and found two bowls of millet porridge.
The golden millet porridge has a great texture and taste.
"Xiao Peng, please tell Li Fang thank you for me." Chen Qingshu blushed slightly.
“Tell her yourself,” Wang Peng scoffed. “How much time did she take care of you yesterday?”
"You have to keep this a secret, okay? Fangjie is still a virgin, don't ruin her reputation," Wang Peng added.
Chen Qingshu quickly shook his head, "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone."
"Don't be nervous," Wang Peng smiled slightly. "Would you like to switch classes with another teacher?"
"No need, I'm already sober," Chen Qingshu shook his head.
"Let's reschedule a class so you can get rid of the smell of alcohol on you," Wang Peng said. "Your smell of alcohol isn't good."
After finishing his meal, Wang Peng carried his lunchbox back to the classroom.
"Brother Peng, someone wants to buy a ballpoint pen." Du Lei pointed to the two boys in front of him.
"Hello," Wang Peng greeted them.
These two are students from the second class next door.
"Brother Peng, can a ballpoint pen really write on toilet paper?"
The boy with the side-parted hair took out a napkin and smiled, "Will a napkin do?"
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