Desk mate Wang Yong glanced at Gong Jin, inwardly admiring him. No wonder no one in Zhuang Jianhui's circle dared to underestimate Gong Jin; in terms of patience, he is surprisingly much stronger than me!
Gong Jin, of course, had to be patient, because recently he discovered that the Pang family was constantly expanding.
He looked at a scratch mark made by a fingernail on the white wall next to him, remembering that when he just switched seats, Pang Jiao's figure just fit that mark, but now it has surpassed it by a millimeter!
Scary, a growing monster!
Wang Yong pinched his nose, curious how Brother Jin could communicate with Pang Jiao, wasn't he afraid of chemical attacks?
Gong Jin shook the bottle.
Wang Yong took a look; it turned out to be a bottle of Yida.
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The last class of the morning was supposed to be Chinese, but the physical education teacher Gu Wei unilaterally announced a change in schedule.
The students suddenly became cheerful.
