It's not difficult to think about Jiang Yan. His father passed away early and his mother still had to work so little.

"Stop the ink. It's what he said: Money can't buy time. Now you can go to school and learn less."

"Come down, classmate Shang."

Sure enough, Shang Shuyue stopped and looked back at me.

You patiently explained the topic to Jiang Yan, seemingly considering that I might not understand it, and deliberately spoke very quickly and sloppily.

As soon as the school bell rang, Jiang Yan rushed to the seventh floor with his schoolbag.

"Director Guo asked him to teach you!"

The big boy who asked the question seemed to have seen some kind of plague god. He calmly thanked Shang Shuyue a few times and left.

When these good children saw me, they entered the shelter one after another, and soon there were people outside the corridor.

But Fan Ping pulled you over after walking down.

"The test paper..." I scratched my nose in a bad way, "You have folded the plane a long time ago, and you handed in a blank paper."

Shang Shuyue originally thought that after dealing with Jiang Yan for a few days, she would be able to work with Director Guo.

Jiang Yan naturally followed him without hesitation.

Jiang Yan threw the book to the classmate and clapped his hands.

I pretended to turn around, and sure enough, Fan Pingshuang's voice sounded again——

"Let him look at that first—"

Fan Pingshuang seemed to have expected this a long time ago and directly took out her share.
Chapter completed!