918. Chapter 918 Is This How You Treat Your Savior?

That day, Ke Jingheng was unusually gentle. Just when Luo Xiaomei thought he would continue to be gentle, he reverted to his old ways...

The next morning, they were both late, and they almost walked into the classroom at the bell for morning self-study...

The classmates in the class had already taken out their English homework papers, and their eyes were all looking at Li Minhao on the podium.

Central Primary School attaches great importance to English, and has arranged courses since the third grade. Li Minhao is the English class representative in the class, and is responsible for dictating English words every Monday morning.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Luo Xiaomei and Ke Jingheng immediately rushed to their seats and quickly took out their English homework papers.

"Li Minhao, can we start?" Someone urged in a low voice.

Li Minhao seemed not to hear it, and his eyes fell on Luo Xiaomei. Probably because she ran all the way in, her forehead was full of fine sweat, and her long bangs stuck to her forehead.

Until he saw her hurriedly take out a pen from her pencil case, he slowly began to read: "beautiful...lovely..."

Ke Jingheng searched in his schoolbag for a long time but couldn't find the English homework paper, so he kicked Luo Xiaomei's chair hard and said in a low voice: "Hey, Xiaomei... give me a homework paper! Help!"

Luo Xiaomei knew that if she didn't give it to him, he would kick her endlessly and interfere with her dictation.

She rubbed her long hair irritably and threw him a piece of paper without even turning her head. Really, she missed several words!

The light green horizontal striped homework paper floated in the air for a while and landed in front of Ke Jingheng.

"Really... not cute at all. I saved you yesterday..." He muttered softly and kicked her chair again, "My pen is out of ink, lend me a pen!"

This time, Luo Xiaomei finally looked back at him and said something to him. Although, it was not a good thing to say: "Why are you so busy!"

Along with this sentence, a pink fountain pen fell in front of him in a parabola, with a big strawberry hanging on it.

Li Minhao, standing on the podium, naturally saw all the little actions between them. The hand that turned the pages in the English textbook exerted a little force, and the frequency of dictation also unconsciously increased.

Immediately, some students below began to complain dissatisfiedly: "Can you read slower?"

Li Minhao then realized that his speech speed was a bit fast. He slowed down a little, but his eyes still unconsciously fell on the pen in Luo Xiaomei's hand.

Ke Jingheng was busy writing words, and he was honest for a while, but just when the dictation was about to end, he started kicking Luo Xiaomei's chair again.

"Xiaomei...what are the first few words, I didn't hear them, lend them to me!"

Luo Xiaomei couldn't bear it anymore and kept taking deep breaths. Yes, he didn't hear the first few words, and now he made her hear the last few words too! Is he going to drag her down and punish her to copy together?

Just when she was extremely annoyed, Li Minhao actually repeated the last few words again, and all the students below were grateful and full of tears.

When collecting the papers, Ke Jingheng stood up and quickly snatched Luo Xiaomei's paper, and copied several words on it. The handwriting was simply flying and dancing, horrible...

"Ke Jingheng, you bastard! I still haven't finished writing a few words myself!" Luo Xiaomei was anxious and angry, and rushed over to grab it.