Next to the female classmate, there is a girl in a black suit standing.

"Mom, it's prayer... Headmaster..."

The classroom, which gradually quieted down, was completely shrouded in the cold eyes of Qi Jinying.

The delicate figure is wearing a men's suit, showing an empty look like a new trend of wearing.

The ponytail was tied high on her shoulders, and she threw it off impatiently, and her light brown eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes.

When her eyes fell on Fan Jiuyan, she couldn't suppress her warmth.

"He's a vampire and your teacher, at least in this class. ”

Her cold voice made An Yimeng shudder.

This is not like the sister Qi she knew, and the other students were also shocked.

Feeling embarrassed in front of many students, the girl slowly stood up with her desk leg and glared at Qi Jinying.

"You said he was a vampire! I have a friend who died yesterday for nothing!"

Qi Jin's face did not change, she turned a deaf ear to the roar just now, but calmly responded to her with her arms crossed.

"So, you're sure he did it?"

Stretched out his hand and pointed at Fan Jiuyan.

Following her finger, the female classmate immediately pointed the finger at Fan Jiuyan

"He's the leader, and he looks like a well-dressed fowl. Beast!"

"Slap ———" another slap.

The faces of the female classmates were tilted to one side.

"Headmaster, how can you go to a vampire?!" the other students commented.

"If things don't come to fruition, you can't define others in this way. ”

Qi Jinying coldly threw down this sentence, and with knife-like eyes, he slashed at these initiators.

In the quiet classroom, only the sobbing female classmate remained, and the female classmate still didn't understand.

She just wanted to get justice for her classmates, but she was reprimanded like this.

Seeing Qi Jinying walk out, Fan Jiuyan picked up the handout and followed out silently.

Turning around, Qi Jinying looked distressed, she looked at Fan Jiuyan with this distressed look, but his eyes flickered and dodged.

"Why, don't you refute her?" asked Qi Jinying, holding out his hand to straighten his bow tie.

Looking at the hand around his neck, Fan Jiuyan sighed, "There's no way to refute it, after all..."

"If it's not your job, don't put your hat on yourself. Speaking in a determined tone, Qi Jinying looked at him and frowned.

Fan Jiuyan looked at the classroom that had quieted down and nodded.

However, he wanted to hug her, but he didn't stretch out his arms for a long time, but just stretched out a hand in front of her.

Touching his fingertips slightly, Qi Jinying knocked his hand off, she didn't want this.

She approached, gently slipped into his arms and hugged him, hiding in the extra bend of the wall so that the students in the classroom could not see it.

However, she didn't feel his hand attached to her, just in midair.

"Well, go get busy. Fan Jiuyan touched the top of her head.

Qi Jinying nodded, withdrew from his embrace, turned and paced upstairs.

After adjusting his mood, Fan Jiuyan took off his glasses.

After entering the classroom, he didn't ask much, and after this episode, he continued to talk about the calculation problem just now.

An Yimeng breathed a sigh of relief, he had just persuaded the classmate, and finally quieted down. As soon as she opened the textbook, someone seemed to be poking her behind her.

"Can you help me block the teacher? I'm late..."

The nice bass sounded, and An Yimeng felt a hint of familiarity.

However, this familiarity somewhat overly plagiarized her memories.

So, uneasy and kindly raised his hand.

"Teacher Fan, some classmates are late!"

As soon as she shouted like this, she felt that the boy behind her was obviously stiff.

All eyes fell on him, and he had to straighten up and slowly stand up.

Fan Jiuyan raised his eyebrows, there are really a lot of episodes in today's class.

However, for the sake of lecturing, he nodded and acquiesced to his seat.

This boy sat next to An Yimeng, and the reason why he attracted so much attention was because he was a transfer student, and no one had seen him.

The boy looked at An Yimeng's expression, as if he was going to eat her, and the first class he came to helplessly was mathematics, and he was still quite interested.

I just watched the math teacher tune outside the door. Love, it's still very interesting, I watched it for a while, and I knew that I had just sneaked in.

Assigned some questions, Fan Jiuyan walked off the podium, he looked at An Yimeng still lying on the table listless, and the new classmate next to her, although he missed half of the class, poured down his pen like a god, and fluently calculated something.

After looking at his back for a while, he didn't expect to write the deduction process of a blackboard, and this boy calculated the final value in three strokes and two strokes.

Fan Jiuyan nodded.

"Very good. The whispered admiration made the boy put down the pen triumphantly.

"Teacher, it's better to get the result in one step than to beat around the bush. He leaned into Fan Jiuyan's ear and said.

"The process is more important than the result. ”

Fan Jiuyan replied, and then pointed to An Yimeng's sad expression, "Help your tablemate." ”

The boy shook his head proudly and decisively refused.

The other students were also in the process of checking, and the boy grabbed Fan Jiuyan, who was about to leave.

"Teacher, I just saw you and the principal... Tsk..."

With a wicked smile on his face, Fan Jiuyan's face turned red unnaturally.

Then he cleared his throat, "Everyone can leave class after completing the questions, and this new classmate, his name is Ling Ce, and he is good at mathematics." ”

Ling Ce looked puzzled, how did the teacher know my name...

When I looked down, I noticed the crooked signature on the exercise book.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Ce, and Fan Jiuyan picked up the handout and walked out along the bell of the end of class.

To make Brother Fan so appreciative, An Yimeng looked at the guy beside her.

His black hair still seems to have some traces of the most popular tin foil perm, he wears a lot of sports short sleeves in his school uniform, he also has sports wristbands on his hands, and the bag that has just been put in the table hole also has the trademark of a well-known sports brand.

The black eyes seem to be a little short-sighted, and when I look at the blackboard, I squint my eyes from time to time, and under the high bridge of my nose, my pink lips are quite moist...

"Hey, my name is An Yimeng. She felt the gaze slowly turn and spoke unhurriedly.

Ling Ce snorted coldly in his nose, and immediately adjusted his gaze as if he had just smiled at the other girls' expressions as if they had changed by the way.

"Wow, ugly girl. ”

Hearing this disdain, An Yimeng slapped his palm on the table, "Who do you say is ugly?"

Ling Ce plucked out his ears and kept copying the topics that Fan Jiuyan had explained on the blackboard.

Word for word was arranged on the precious coil book, and the light-colored pages left chic handwriting.

"Say you, ugly and rude. ”

Ling Ce smiled lightly, and did not dodge An Yimeng's fist at all...