Film and television: Start by saving Han Fei

“Teacher Yao, these schools…”
“You can help me refuse.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Wu Jinghao replied with a smile.
“what!”
The whole class and Teacher Yao were shocked.
What the hell is this opportunity to escort Qingbei!
Who would not want it? ? ?
“Jing Hao, have you really thought it through?”
“Such an opportunity is rare!”
Teacher Yao reminded me very seriously.
“Teacher Yao, I’ve already made my decision!”
“I will go wherever Han Fei goes.”
Wu Jinghao also answered seriously.
There was an uproar in the classroom.
“At first I was just envious of the monitor, but this time I am really convinced!”
“Squad leader, we support you!”
“Squad leader, come on! Get married with Han Fei soon!”
“Squad leader is mighty!”
The students immediately became excited.
Teacher Yao smiled helplessly.
If it’s another classmate, he can still persuade them by saying that puppy love affects their studies.
But Wu Jinghao…
They can be sent directly to Qingbei!
What else can he say.
In life, there are many important choices.
As a young teacher, Teacher Yao would never say words that seem to be sanctimonious but force you to change your heart.
Wu Jinghao’s life should be chosen by Wu Jinghao himself.
Back then, Teacher Yao was also a champion in the college entrance examination.
He has a bright future.
But he resolutely chose to become a teacher in middle school.
During this process, he has experienced many setbacks, but he has no regrets at all.
Because this is his own choice.
Just like the choice Wu Jinghao made today.
“Jing Hao, come on!”
Teacher Yao didn’t say much, and shook his fist at Wu Jinghao.
Wu Jinghao smiled and nodded in response.
“Second, you…”
“Are you serious!”
Han Fei blushed when she was teased by her classmates, and asked stammeringly.
“If I don’t have you in my life.”
“Then everything about me will become dull.”
Wu Jinghao said solemnly.
These words are Wu Jinghao’s true feelings of the ten years before he traveled through time.
Without Han Fei, life is really meaningless.
“So many people are…”
“You’re a bit too much!”
“You’re not afraid of their booing!”
Han Fei buried half of her face in the desk.
“The booing thing…”
“When you hugged me at the sports meeting, you had already booed me not long ago.”
Wu Jinghao reached out and pinched Han Fei’s little nose.
“Ahh! I can’t stand it anymore!”
Zhang Fan was sprinkled with dog food, and quickly slipped away.
Mo Xiaobei also returned to her seat.
Han Fei buried her entire face in the pile of books.
She could clearly feel that her face was burning hot.
“Second, what a nuisance!”
Han Fei murmured in her heart.
However, she also began to think about a question.
If, suddenly, this annoying Wu Jinghao disappeared from my life…
It seems that it will really become boring.
Han Fei peeked at Wu Jinghao through the gap, only to find that Wu Jinghao was also staring at her.
Han Fei hurriedly buried her head back in the pile of books…
After class, Mo Xiaobei pulled Zhang Fan over.
“Han Fei, class monitor, can you help me make a blackboard newspaper?”
“I’m afraid that Zhang Fan and I will be too late.”
Mo Xiaobei asked.
“I’m OK.”
“I’m OK too.”
Both Wu Jinghao and Han Fei nodded.
The four came to the corridor of the school.
This is the blackboard newspaper on the side of the corridor, and it is seen by the students who come and go every day.
So the quality of the blackboard newspaper should not be too low.
“Xiao Bei, have you decided what subject to draw yet?”
Han Fei asked.
“This is our last semester…”
“I want to do a theme about youth and memories.”
Mo Xiaobei thought for a while and said.
“Youth…”
“Then let’s draw something that best represents our youth!”
Han Fei suggested.
Everyone nodded.
A long blackboard was divided into several areas, and the four of them each started to draw.
Wu Jinghao closed his eyes and thought about it. The most memorable picture of him…
The seaside, the bus station, a girl with fluttering hair.
That’s right, this is Wu Jinghao’s favorite scene.
Wu Jinghao picked up the chalk and began to draw with precision like a machine. .