"It's Fang Xinxin who wants to change seats with me..." Wu Jiatong didn't give up.
"It's fairest to sit down by drawing lots." Jiang Xingnan said, "If everyone draws lots and says they don't want to sit in that position, then draw a fart lottery. Go back to your seat!"
Wu Jiatong walked back to her desk with an ugly expression, and gave Fang Xinxin a hard look.
Bitch, I must know that Brother Yi doesn't like breaking the rules and intentionally embarrassed her!
Fang Xinxin knew that Wu Jiatong's love for Jiang Xingnan was really good intentions to create opportunities for her.
I didn't know that Wu Jiatong was not grateful, and even cast a hateful look.
This kind of **** who treats others kindly as donkey liver and lungs, then tick her.
So Xinxin walked towards the empty table next to Jiang Xingnan.
Seeing this, the young guy who gave flowers hurried to the empty table with a large bouquet of roses, and put the flowers on the desk. Before Fang Xinxin refused, he ran out of the classroom.
"Hey..." Fang Xinxin shouted that he was too late.
Looking at the big handful of roses that was more than explosive and filled the desk, she was a little worried.
The whole classroom exudes the fragrance of fresh roses.
Indeed, such a large handful is really expensive.
Not a rich person, most people really don't have this skill.
She never received a rose before and after marriage in her previous life.
Bai Qinghao has been married for ten years, and the man who has no romantic cells never gives her flowers.
Girls all like flowers and have Langman feelings.
Unfortunately, she was afraid that Bai Qinghao would be upset, and she didn't have the courage to collect the flowers, so she probably had to throw them in the trash can.
She asked Jiang Xingnan coldly, "The flowers you gave?"
"Huh." Jiang Xingnan's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't answer directly.
Fang Xinxin sat in her seat and said in a low voice, "Is it interesting that you made me your deskmate?"
"Cut, who wants to be at the same table with you as an ugly monster?" Jiang Xingnan snorted again, "I am not unlucky to sit with you."
Fang Xinxin believes that he has a ghost.
Originally it was not too late for her to come to the classroom today. On the way, she ran into a girl who was holding her stomach and squatting on the side of the road with a pale face, saying that she had a stomachache and begged to be taken to the school infirmary.
Based on the basic humane ideas, and the other party said that they are in the sophomore or first class, and are in the same grade.
She just dropped by to be a good person. Once delayed, it became the last one to enter the classroom.
Thinking about it now, that girl was arranged by Jiang Xingnan, who deliberately distracted her and made her the last one to draw.
Jiang Xingnan only needs to put away the sign that was at the same table with her, wait for everyone to finish drawing, and finally throw it into the glass jar, so that she can be his tablemate.
When everyone rushed up to draw lots, Jiang Xingnan wanted to do it without knowing it. It was very simple.
Fang Xinxin curled her lips, "Unlucky, why not be at the same table with Wu Jiatong?"
"That eight-poor loves this young master, so she will be entangled by her." Jiang Xingnan gave her a cold glance, "I would rather see you who look like a ghost!"
"Could your mouth not smell so bad?" She became angry.
Jiang Xingnan leaned to her ear and said, "Or, do you pay for my mouth?"
He is a person who brushes his teeth twice a day, a mouthful of neat and white teeth, a campus male god, a brother, a fragrant mouth!
Aaron walked into the classroom in a handsome blue shirt and trousers, glanced across the classroom, and fell precisely on the desk where the roses were placed.