Hum, blind.

"Who allowed it?" Little seven chokes.

"You are my humble wife I'm not going to let you go. Who's going to let you go? " He Yanzhi takes it for granted.

Little seven listened to two words of his base inside, suddenly lost his temper, completely forgot to refute: "you let me here, how can I still have a class?"

"Or are you sitting on me?"

When hearing he Yanzhi's words, little seven ignored him, picked up the boxes on the ground, and put his toys back one by one.

"I'll take care of my childhood. I can't remember it for you."

He Yanzhi took over the box, smiled a little, and before the class, he deliberately said to Xiaoqi, "you really don't want it? It's full of my breath... "

"Ah..." Little seven sniffed.

She has always known that he Yanzhi's "words" to her are frivolous, just for fun.

This man is never serious.

And he Yanzhi also understood that Xiaoqi seemed to belong to a transparent white paper, pure without any pollution. Moreover, she was soft, waxy, and looked like a bully, but her heart was colder and firmer than anyone else. She just looked like a good actress.

In fact, it's hard to have anything to really pry open her heart.

Such a small child can have such a fixed force, which can not be separated from her parents' influence on her.

He Yanzhi thought about it, and then he continued to lie on the table and sleep. However, it was the mid-term exam immediately. In order to make the students in the class make more progress, the head teacher proposed to let the top 20 students in the class tutor the last 20 students.

After the idea of the head teacher was put forward, little seven immediately felt how many pairs of eyes looked at he Yanzhi lying on the table.

It seems that they all want him to coach.

"I have a list in my hand, which is arranged randomly. My purpose is to hope that you can promote each other. Congratulations to classmates. Don't sleep. You can't want to run this tutorial. It's time to have some interaction with classmates in the class."

The old witch specifically called out two voices of he Yanzhi.

"There are twenty groups in total. I'll say my name, first. He Yanzhi, you coach..."

He Yanzhi finally held up his head, rubbed his hair and looked at the old witch: "I'll coach this one beside me. I'm too lazy to move my seat."

"Who wants you to coach..." Little seven whispered.

"But..." The head teacher hesitated.

"If you arrange boys, I don't guarantee that I won't do it. If it's girls It must be more dangerous than Sheng Qingwan, teacher. What do you think? "

The teacher took a deep breath, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and finally had to compromise: "you want to know, she is the last."

"The countdown shows my ability." With that, he Yanzhi fell down again.

Small seven took the opportunity to look around, those girls, eyes are full of envy, as if they could not tear her up.

However, little seven is not humble, who let the first look at her?

No matter how others look at it, she definitely doesn't see it.

After reading the list, the head teacher held on to the table and said: "self study in the evening is the time for you to help each other. It's half a month before the mid-term exam. I hope that the average score of our class can be improved by several places, rather than the last, especially for individual students."

Little seven: "..."

What happened to the countdown? You're not allowed to have bad grades? I didn't eat your rice again.