A very good young man

There was a little boy in the class who had just transferred over. He sat behind qingsi and liked to poke her with a pencil in class.

However, after he was punished by teacher little Wang, he was replaced.

Now that he had been taught a lesson, he was very honest.

Yue tingfeng gritted his teeth. 'This Rascal really doesn't care about his life. How dare he cut his black hair.'

If he wasn't in the first high school now and was still in the middle school affiliated to Renmin University of China, she would have taught him a lesson.

"Right, if there's anything, just tell teacher Wang. Don't let yourself suffer, understand?"

"Okay, I know ..."

Yue tingfeng could only stay at home for one night. The next day, Lu xiuche came to look for him at around five in the afternoon. They still had to return to school, and there were two periods of evening self-study at school that night.