Chapter 31： Red string bracelet

The next day, inside the school.

Sitting in the seat, Tang Qianmian took the red rope as the thread and woven a bracelet, which was dotted with pearls wrapped in pollen, which looked very beautiful.

Compared to her quietness, everyone else was talking about the same thing-Lu Wanyu was absent from class again.

The cause was a piece of news about her father being green.

Just this morning, an authoritative newspaper published an article reporting that the former chairman of the Lu Group, Lu Qin, had raised a daughter for more than ten years before his death without realizing it. During this period, his wife Chen Lan Still keep in touch with the lover. The newspaper published a chat record, which revealed that Lu Xinqing, the eldest daughter of the Lu Group, was not Lu Qin's birth.

The most controversial thing is that after Lu Qin passed away, he left all of his inheritance to his wife and eldest daughter, and did not leave half a share to his daughter.

As soon as the news came out, Lu Wanyu immediately became the object of sympathy for everyone.

The front desk literary and art committee turned around and said to her: "Qianmiao, have you seen the news, Lu Wanyu is so pitiful."

"Not interested." Tang Qianyan didn't raise his eyelids, twisting a bead and threading it into the rope.

The art committee squinted his eyes and said, "Based on my ten-year experience, there must be a conspiracy in it. First of all, Lu Wanyu was born to her ex-wife. She has a very poisonous stepmother. The stepmother does not love her and does not want to. She divided the old man’s property, so she poisoned Lu Wanyu’s father to death, and finally swallowed her property! Are you?"

Tang Qianyan looked calm and didn't talk.

The literary and artistic committee curled his lips, casually stared at her hands, and couldn't help smelling her nose, "It smells so good...it smells so good, is it fragrance? You made it for your boyfriend?"

She did not wait for Tang Qianmiao to speak, and touched the red rope again: "The texture of this rope is so special and it feels so comfortable. It is different from the one I used before. Where did you buy it? Wow, this fragrance. It smells really good, do you still have it? Give me a little bit and give you money."

Tang Qianyan faintly looked behind her, and said, "The teacher is here."

The literary committee immediately put away his smile, turned and sat with a serious face.

This section is a math class.

The mathematics teacher has a strict last name and a prime name. In other respects, he is also as his name: serious.

At this moment, the two classmates were sending out their classmates’ last homework, and the surroundings were quite quiet, just at this moment--

"Tang Qianyan, stand up for me." Yan Su held the ruler and leaned on the podium in a very domineering posture.

Tang Qianyan stood up without any expression.

"You give it to me, why didn't you turn in your homework twice in a row?"

"Okay, you don't have to. I gave you enough time to write. You don't write, no matter what the reason is, I won't accept it.

Your behavior is typical of individualism, disunity and unfriendliness. I have already spoken to your class teacher. In order to allow you to deeply examine yourself, in the next week, you will follow me to the key classes for your math class. Look at this opportunity. People who are better than you also work harder than you! "

"Wow -" As soon as Yan Su said, the others cast envy at Tang Qianmian.

Tang Qianyan's face was a bit irritable, "Thank you, teacher, but I was born in mud and I can't support the wall. You don't have to worry about me."

Yan Su was very angry: "I'm not discussing with you, but to inform you, all right, sit down."

In this class, Tang Qianyan became the focus of the teacher's eyes, and whenever there was a slight gap, he would be shouted loudly.

She frowned slightly, her eyebrows frowned.

Being a student is really annoying.