The classroom was stumbling, and there was the sound of rummaging through English exercise books.

Song Jiaqian seemed to be addicted to picking, and still pressed endlessly, saying that the children had bad habits, and they knew that they had to dictate in English in the morning, and they didn't prepare the book early. Liu Shaofeng's face was ugly, he lowered his head and cursed quietly, and even spit out dirty words. Jiang Hechuan, who was naturally calm, heard this, and actually magically showed a smile to Liu Shaofeng, and nodded approvingly.

There was an undercurrent surging in the classroom, and the restless flames had been quietly lit.

Only the bamboo pole students sitting in the back row of the classroom had no waves in their hearts.

Compared with the complaints of some evil obstacles who kill people with their mouths without seeing blood, Xu Fengfan feels that Song Jiaqian's almost violent language style can only be regarded as the lowest level of external powerhouse - just harsh, but in terms of actual attack power, it can't even break his defense. Not to mention that it goes straight to the depths of his soul, so that his soul will be damaged for a long time after listening to it, and every time he dreams back at midnight and thinks of some words, he will have the urge to strangle the little bean who spoke.

"Is that all?" Xu Fengfan was sitting pretending to be his grandson, looking at Song Jiaqian's eyes, but his eyes were full of disdain for her combat effectiveness. even directly told him that if Song Jiaqian continued to die and blew up a certain evil beast that had not been a big demon for 24 hours, she would be able to escape with her whole body today, and it would basically depend on her fate......

"Report ......" Outside the classroom, Gao Yuanyuan, who was not late at all, shouted weakly.

"Late, standing outside. Song Jiaqian was cold-blooded and ruthless, walked off the podium directly, and closed the door of the classroom.

The little beauty outside the classroom ate a closed door without psychological preparation, with a small mouth and big eyes full of incredulity.

I ...... grass

Her parents didn't name her in vain, the more she lacked something, the more she had to call it.

What the hell is Jiaqian, obviously neither good nor Qian, you dare to say that you are not jealous of the beauty of my little sister Yuanyuan?

Lin Miao's anger value soared upwards with the forcibly suppressed anger of getting up.

In the entire classroom, there was also a faint invisible aura surging.

"Here it goes, G, write it uppercase. Song Jiaqian frowned, looking at the students who were quietly bowing their heads and writing, she could vaguely feel the anger in the air, but she didn't have the slightest intention of easing the atmosphere.

She walked slowly around the classroom with her hands behind her back, her heels tapping against the floor with a regular sound.

This is a trick she learned when she was very young, when she was a member of the study committee in her class.

What is majesty?

It's called majesty!

Song Jiaqian looked at the obedient and obedient students around her with satisfaction, and when her eyes swept over the empty seats, her eyes showed a look of disgust. She turned her head and peered out into the hallway through the closed window. There are many shadows in the corridor, and after such a while, there are already seven or eight children who are "late". Oh, what kind of good students and bad students, they can't even get up early at the very least, and it would be good if half of the people in this classroom could be admitted to the second book in the future. Song Jiaqian thought secretly in her heart, and thought of her superior education from here and there, and a smile appeared on her mean face.

But just then, she suddenly stopped.

"Why don't you write?" Song Jiaqian, who walked up to Peng February, suddenly asked.

Peng February's body trembled violently with fright, staring at the blank notebook, and a layer of sweat instantly oozed from his body.

"Ask you!" Song Jiaqian reached out irritably and slapped Peng February's notebook twice.

Peng February, who is usually used to being taught by his father, has a natural fear of the teacher, his stomach is rumbling, and his face is sweating, in the face of Song Jiaqian's questioning, he didn't dare to say a word, licked his dry lips, hurriedly picked up the pen, and wrote down a Chinese character in the corner of the book that was not covered by Song Jiaqian-"Ji"......

Song Jiaqian glared, and exploded on the spot in an instant.

"Are you sick in the brain?!" Song Jiaqian shouted angrily in Peng February's ear, and then without waiting for Peng February's to be scared to death, she turned her head and walked towards the podium like thunder, scolding involuntarily as she walked, "Okay, stop! Did you give me a good review when you went home yesterday? I didn't have any foundation at all, and I was lazy! Everyone thinks they are prodigies, right?!"

The children under the stage who were supposed to cooperate with the dictation all raised their heads in confusion and looked at each other, really a little unclear about what had happened just now......

Lin Miao put down the pen.

At this moment, his patience with Song Jiaqian was completely worn out.

"Look at what you are all like, you are late for school, you don't review well, you don't study well in the morning, the one who doesn't have a school number in the back, stand up!" Song Jiaqian yelled at Peng February.

Peng stood up tremblingly.

Song Jiaqian picked up the chalk, wrote the letter "G" on the blackboard, and then slapped the blackboard, snapped, and shouted angrily: "How to pronounce this letter?"

Peng Eryue was so frightened that tears fell out, her lips trembled slightly, and she forced Liangshan to go out, "Brother......"

As soon as the answer came out, the whole world fell silent.

Song Jiaqian seemed to hear the news of her father's car accident, her eyes widened, her expression was exaggerated and stunned for a full three seconds, and then her anger was relentless, and her mood changed so that she let out a contemptuous laugh from her nostrils illogically, shook her head and said: "With your ability to accept, my teaching pressure is very high." Do you know that I was in junior high school at that time......

"Teacher, it's almost over, we're not here to listen to your story. A crisp voice suddenly interrupted Song Jiaqian's words. Lin Miao stood up by herself, walked out of her seat in front of Zhuang Jiajia, walked to the door of the classroom, opened the door, and the door was full of late classmates, then turned her head and looked directly at Song Jiaqian and said, "What happened to you in junior high school, it has nothing to do with us." Our parents sent us here for the high-quality educational resources promised by foreign Chinese junior high schools. If you want to listen to people show how powerful they are, there are many universities in the college, Ou University, Ou Medicine, and Ou Shi, some of them are subject leaders, and Ou Medicine's optometry specialty is internationally leading, and there are three members of the National Medical Association alone, two of whom drank at the same table as my dad last month, I don't like to listen to them talk, you say I listen to you a rookie who has just graduated to brag, what's the point?"

After speaking, regardless of Song Jiaqian's ugly face, she beckoned the students outside the door and said, "Let's all go in and sit, the school stipulates that the class time is 8 o'clock in the morning, and the first period has not started yet, no one is qualified to let you stand outside, don't be afraid." ”

Standing at the forefront, Gao Yuanyuan looked at Song Jiaqian, who was obviously angry, and then looked at Lin Miao, hesitating and not daring to take a step.

Lin Miao thought about it, took her hand, and walked directly to the classroom. Seeing this, several other children standing outside the classroom were also bold, and under Song Jiaqian's cannibalistic gaze, they followed Gao Yuanyuan and Lin Miao in.

The good boy sitting in the classroom, how could he have done such an exciting thing, Liu Shaofeng and several boys, each of them was enthusiastic.

The little girls were even more excited and hated to take Lin Miao directly into their arms and use tofu to kill him.

"So handsome......" Zhu Peici lip-synced with Jiang Qinqin at the same table.

Jiang Qinqin clenched her hands into fists, and tapped her head several times more excitedly than Zhu Peici.

Song Jiaqian watched the late students sit down one by one, her face getting darker and darker.

Jiang Hechuan couldn't help but say to Liu Shaofeng: "He's dead......"

The voice is a little out of control.

Xu Fengfan heard it, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

I really envy these simple babies, who have never seen the sinister of the world, do not know the depth of the world, and do not understand the horror of the son of the devil.