"It's not you, who else?!" Nan said fiercely, "Do you know what the punishment is for being late?" ”

Zhuo Yifan shook his head again in a daze.

Nan Yan was angry, and he always felt that talking to Zhuo Yifan was as unpleasant as a fist hitting cotton, and then snorted coldly: "I'll go and clean the toilet on our floor after class today." ”

The cold tone really made Zhuo Yifan's neck cold, and his attitude immediately changed at the speed of flipping through the book: "Oh, I said that I am a good class teacher." Isn't it just a few minutes late, and it's too much to wash the toilet? ”

The head teacher saw that this trick was useful, and he was very proud, even if it was a thorn in the head? Isn't it okay to obediently lower your eyebrows and pleasing your eyes when you face him?

"You're already late, and you'll have to be punished." Nan Yan raised his chin and said, "But for your first sake, as long as you do all the questions on the blackboard for me, and do it right, I won't bother with you." ”

The whole class was in an uproar, the question on the blackboard was left by the junior teachers who were tutoring here yesterday, and the Nan Explanation was going to be erased just now, but I didn't expect to use this method to rectify Zhuo Yifan now.

Many female classmates are whispering below, as if they are talking about Nan Yan's unreasonable trouble. The boys also had a few people who looked at Zhuo Yifan well, and they were very indignant. Shi Zhenxiang even hid behind Nan Xian's back and made a fist and palm move, which provoked some students who were not determined to laugh in a low voice.

Nan Yan didn't notice this, and looked at Zhuo Yifan suddenly laughing, and felt very irritable in his heart, and then threw the chalk to Zhuo Yifan and said fiercely: "Do it quickly, if you don't finish it within ten years, go directly to the toilet for me." ”

Zhuo Yifan shrugged his shoulders, easily took the chalk thrown by Nan Xian, and walked to the blackboard without any pressure.

These questions may be impossible for people in this class to complete in ten minutes, and it is impossible to get all the questions right, but for Zhuo Yifan at the demon level, it is nothing.

I saw Zhuo Yifan holding chalk in his hand, writing and sketching on the blackboard like a cloud, and the whole class couldn't help but widen their eyes. Shi Zhenxiang opened his mouth in some surprise.

Because Zhuo Yifan got up late this morning, in order to rush to school, he only wore a slim black gown, and there were three or two buttons on the neckline that were not buttoned. When the hand was raised, the collarbone was exposed, making the girls under the podium swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Speaking of which, although Zhuo Yifan was dressed very old-fashioned yesterday, if you take a closer look, it turns out that he is also a handsome guy-level character.

And the words on the blackboard like a dragon turning over the clouds are like a magic barrier, which makes the women in the audience look at Zhuo Yifan's eyes a little different.

Nan Yan quickly noticed these subtle changes, and when he noticed the hostility of the girls in the audience, he coughed very embarrassedly. Seeing Zhuo Yifan next to him write down smoothly on the blackboard like a flowing cloud, Nan Yan snorted coldly in his heart, what do you want to pretend, it must not be, pretend to be an uncle there.

Before ten minutes were up, Zhuo Yifan threw away the chalk in his hand and looked at Nan Yan with a smile: "Teacher, I'm done, will you come over to check?" ”