Chapter 440
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Love Letter
When he reached the door of the classroom, he walked up to the podium with his hands behind his back.
He coughed gravely.
"Cough! Erm, I have something very important to tell everyone. "
The noisy classroom instantly quieted down. Everyone looked at Wang Zhongyun curiously.
Old Ban, who had always been carefree, had a dignified expression on his face. What was he going to say?
Could it be bad news?
Just as this thought popped up in his mind, Wang Zhongyun slammed the table with a loud bang, giving everyone a fright.
"Hahaha! Everyone did a great job this time! Excellent! Too outstanding! Our third class only got first and second place in the top three! As it turns out, we're no worse than Class One! "
They could hold their heads high and wipe away their previous humiliation!
Wang Zhongyun had endured Chang Qing's sarcasm for more than two years.
Now, every pore on his body was filled with comfort.
Even his back was straight, and he was flushed with success.
Everyone was shocked by his words and rolled their eyes when they heard what he said.
He was speechless. "That's it?"
"We already knew about it!"
"With Yaoyao here, how can we lose!"
"Tsk, just those nerds from Class 1? I can beat ten of them with one punch! "
"Ahem …" Wang Zhongyun's mouth twitched. He calmed down a little and said, "Well, it's not right to hit people … but I allow you to use your results to beat them! There's no need to give me face! "
Everyone's face was filled with question marks as they cursed in their hearts, "Excuse me, do you even have such a thing as' face '?
This year's New Year's Day performance directly made the already popular Class 3-3 become the most popular class in the whole school. It had already reached the point where everyone knew about it, especially Song Yaoyao.
"Tsk —"
Tang Xinrou happily looked at the desk that was filled up again after she went out for a while. She pinched Song Yaoyao's little face. "Who gave our darling Yaoyao a present this time? Oh, there's a love letter? "
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and pulled Tang Xinrou's hand away.
"Don't move."
An Feiran was just doing a question. Seeing this, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. He pushed his glasses up and walked over.
"It's still the same, right?" His voice was gentle, and his delicate and clean temperament was not feminine at all.
Shen Xun chuckled as he bit his lollipop. "Why don't you just throw it in the trash? Since there are so many things to do, I might as well take my men and teach them a lesson. I hate sissy people like you the most. "
An Feiran smiled shyly. "That's not good."
Then, she asked a few classmates to help her carry all the gifts to the door.
The students who passed by were already used to this.
There was a table at the entrance of Class 3, and it was filled with gift boxes. There were all kinds of food, toys, and toys. Because there was no space on the table, it could only be piled under the table.
The third class had already spread the word that they would not accept gifts. These things were placed here, and whoever received them could take them away.
Unfortunately, An Feiran's method was too gentle. As time passed, there was no effect at all. Instead, it attracted more and more people.
Now, everyone's impression of the third class was no longer that of a good-for-nothing class.
Everyone knew that this group of rich second-generation heirs were really outstanding and dazzling when they worked hard.
Moreover, most of them were actually quite good-looking. They could be said to be the most good-looking class in all the classes!
Therefore, more and more people came to watch after class.
"Damn it …"
Shen Xun stared at the slender back of the girl in front of him. She was seriously doing her paper and was not affected by what was happening outside at all.
(End of chapter)
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