Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 4 That Hand Beating Someone Must Hurt

Staring at the back of the black head for about 5 minutes, to make sure that she was really not sleepy, Nan Yi took out an entertainment magazine from the belly of the table to read.She was determined to be a big star when she was young, but she was a mess in her studies, and celebrity gossip was so rare.

In the entertainment industry, who gets divorced, who cheats, who makes hair and kisses, she remembers that she is more familiar with ancient poems.

She was flipping through the book with relish, but Nan Yi didn't notice that the sleeping lion next to her was waking up, and she didn't know how much noise the brand-new pages made.

Anyway, when she saw the part she was most interested in, a big hand 'slapped' in front of her, startling half the class to look at it.

The mine owner woke up.

A good page of a magazine is ruined under his hands.

But let alone, this hand is really beautiful.

The page of the magazine he pressed happened to be a report about a certain actor in the entertainment industry who bought exorbitant insurance for his hands. On the left was the actor posing for a photo with his hands, and on the right was Ning Zhixu's hand.

In comparison, the mine owner does not lose at all.

The line of sight moved up along the beautiful paws.A white and skinny wrist was exposed under the sleeves of the blue and white school uniform.Ning Zhixu is very white and thin, with clear veins and veins in his hands.

this hand.

Hitting someone must hurt.

……

Ning Zhi Xu kept this sleeping position throughout the morning self-study.

For Nanyi, the desk is just a sleeping tool, so it is naturally useless when not sleeping.

The mine owner's hand was placed on the table, and she was swinging the chair back and forth to play with her mobile phone.

The first class in the morning is Chinese.

Ning Zhixu's sleep quality was not disturbed by the deadly bell ringing throughout the campus and the loud voice of the language teacher.

The teachers in class three, including the class teacher, no one cares about Ning Zhixu.Firstly, I can't afford to offend the boss, and secondly, his academic performance depends on it.Sleeping doesn't affect him taking the first place in the exam.

Open one eye and close one eye and let it go.

Li Ying, on the other hand, has the spirit of overcoming difficulties, because Ning Zhixu can get full marks in every exam, except Chinese.

150 in the math test and 147 in the Chinese test, that is a partial subject.

Li Ying called him three times: "Ning Zhixu, get up and translate the second text!"

The voice became louder each time, and the voice of the woman broke down.That posture seems to be about to take off the high heels at any time and throw it over.

47 pairs of eyes are staring at each other, and it stands to reason that a person should feel ashamed.

But look at Master Xu again.Slowly sat up straight, shook the pillowed arm, the eyes covered by a few strands of messy hair showed the cloudiness when he first woke up, Ning Zhixu had single eyelids, the eyelids were thin, and the fundus of the eyes had never been emotional, but sharp and sharp. .

What a killer look!Li Ying is also considered a senior teacher, how can she easily show timidity in front of the students, she cleared her throat to relieve the overly quiet atmosphere: "Ning Zhixu, get up and answer."

The fourth time finally called Master Xu.

The chair behind him stepped back a few centimeters as Ning Zhixu got up.Nan Yi then raised her gaze. The young man was tall and thin. The zipper of the school uniform was pulled up to the chest, and a section of black material was exposed at the neckline.

Ning Zhixu didn't have much time to wake up at school, the girls in the classroom couldn't help muttering: "So handsome."

Ok.

He is handsome and looks good in a broken sack.

Nanyi also admitted that the ordinary and even a little ugly blue and white school uniform abruptly made the mine owner feel high-end and youthful.

Seeing a physics book on the desk of the mine owner, she took the initiative to hand over the Chinese book she had just taken out, and turned to the page of the text.

Pointing at the front of the paragraph, he whispered to him: "The teacher asked you to translate the third paragraph."

That gallantry, pretending to be real.

Ning Zhixu glanced at her sideways, met the girl's smiling eyes, raised the book with one hand, and translated the second paragraph of classical Chinese smoothly and completely.

(End of this chapter)