A Certain Someone〖MTL〗(Completed)

Chapter 67 Seeing

The teacher's dormitory of this school is indeed much better than the general student dormitory. In addition to the independent bathroom, it also has a small kitchen, a mini refrigerator and a sterilized washing machine. Even the so-called bunk beds are a little more luxurious than the student dormitory. The upper bunk is wide, and the wooden stairs are used to go to the upper bunk, so there is no need to climb on the iron bars.

Yang Jing dutifully sent the two students to the dormitory. She walked around the room and came to the balcony. To be precise, it was the terrace. Because it was for the teachers, they were not so strictly guarded. A pair of coffee seats, as if who would sit here and blow the cold wind.

The balcony was facing the autumn leaf forest with rolling hills. Yang Jing clicked her tongue and muttered, "It's quite emotional."

Sheng Wang was unpacking her luggage when she heard the words and asked her, "Is it better than the teacher's apartment in our school?"

Yang Jing commented: "The house is smaller than ours. I have a bedroom and a living room, but the scenery is not bad. There must be an advantage. It's not easy for the teacher. You correct your papers every day, and you will get depressed if you are not careful."

Sheng Wang said without humility: "Anyway, I'm not angry with English."

"Don't turn on the screen yet, give me the room card." Jiang Tian put away the empty box and stretched out his hand to him.

"Oh." Sheng Wang honestly took out his pocket.

Yang Jing looked a little funny, and couldn't help asking Jiang Tian: "Isn't there a room card for each person? What are you doing with his?"

Jiang Tian took the card away, lifted his thin eyelids, and said sarcastically, "Let him speak for himself."

Sheng Wang said with a sullen face: "Report to Sister Jing, as of today, I have lost my school card three times, my dormitory key twice, three rulers, how many pens do I have?"

Yang Jing: "...how come you never lost your head?"

Sheng Wang thought for a while, and then argued: "But it has been changed recently, and nothing has been lost during this time."

Jiang Tian paused his fingers, lowered his eyes in silence for a moment, and quietly put the card into the side pocket of his schoolbag.

They didn't close the door, and suddenly there was a commotion outside, a large group of boys rushed up from downstairs, half booing and half laughing.

"What's going on?" Yang Jing walked outside the door, Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian followed.

I saw all the boys in the nearby dormitories lying on the corridor, studying the class schedule during the training camp, and a few sporadic people came up the stairs, still sighing: "What the hell! arrange."

Participating in this kind of training camp, students will be more or less in a group, and the same school likes to stay together. With a scale of this size, it looks like it came from No. 1 Middle School.

Over the years, the No. 1 Middle School of English training has occupied more than half of the country. This group of students came here as if they were going home, free and free, quite a bit of the air of the host.

After listening to their discussion for a while, Sheng Wang realized that the reason why this group of boys were making such a fuss was because all the training students, male or female, lived in this building, the boys were on this floor, and the girls were on the next floor.

Sure enough, exclamations soon came from downstairs, and the girls also came to their senses.

"Really, is the school crazy?" Sheng Wang said in surprise.