“铁塔,铁塔!快,老师又叫你去办公室了!”鲁文一屁股坐在面前的板凳上,大口喘着粗气。面前的那位穿着洗得发白的校服,头发乱蓬蓬的,足足有一米八五高,壮得如同一头牛的同学的目光从那张被划的惨不忍睹的试卷上移开,转移到了鲁文那汗津津的脸上。“真的?”铁塔的话音未落,鲁文便把胳膊一架,十分不耐烦地喊了一句:“不去散伙!我可是给你转达了!!!”鲁文重重地哼一声,抬起腿来转头就要走。 “The iron tower, the tower! Fast, the teacher told you to go to the office again!” “Lu Wen sat down on the bench in front of him, gasping for breath.” The uniform in front of him, dressed in a whitewashed school uniform, was full of one meter and eighty five. It was as strong as a fellow student’s gaze moving away from the horribly stunned examination paper and transferred to Ruben. That sweaty face. “Really?” The tower’s voice did not fall, and Ruben put his arm in his hands. He shouted impatiently: “I’m not going to disperse! I’ll convey it to you!!!” Hear, he lifted his leg and turned to go.