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The head teacher did not see the anger of being questioned, but smiled Yan Yan and asked with great patience. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Because ......"

"Because she has a bad character, she can't unite her classmates and help each other, and the class leader is the head of the class, shouldn't she lead by example?"

What Zhou Lin said is high-sounding, and the head is the Tao, which sounds quite like that.

Mo Li chuckled quietly, and this laughter was very conspicuous in the silence of the classroom.

"Bad character? Could it be that Mr. Zhou is referring to the fact that he did not give you a bed in the dormitory? ”

"If that's the case, I'm going to have to talk to you."

"The regulations on the management of the dormitory for freshmen are clearly written, the first to choose the bed, in black and white, can't Zhou see it?"

"If I am of bad character, then I don't know what classmate Zhou's bullying is?"

Mo Liqiao smiled beautifully, with a soft smile on her face, as if she was saying something interesting.

"Do you want to listen to the recording?"

Mo Li played with the MP3 in his hand, said lightly, and looked at Zhou Lin with a pair of eyes.

Zhou Lin suddenly felt as if she was being targeted by a poisonous tongue, which made her heart sink uncontrollably.

Why did she think the smiling An Moli was so scary.

Recording? She actually recorded it.

Thinking of the recording, Zhou Lin was stunned, after all, she knew what she was like when she spoke.

Watching the play and seeing this, the head teacher Shi Shiran opened his mouth, and it seemed to be a bowl of water.

"It's normal for classmates to have a little friction between them, and it's good to be considerate of each other in the future."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's sit down."

The head teacher waved his hand, and in Mo Li's expectations, this was the style of the head teacher.

After Zhou Lin reluctantly sat down, the teacher then asked, "Is there anyone who still has any objections to An Moli being the class president?" ”

"Yes." This crisp sound was transmitted directly to the ears of the head teacher.

No matter how good-tempered the head teacher is, he can't help frowning, how can it be so difficult to choose a class leader.

When you look closely, it's herself.

The head teacher doesn't know what to say, aren't children with good academic performance generally more well-behaved? Why did he encounter a thorn in the head?

That's right, it's a thorn.

Just from that scene, he could be sure that this little girl was hard-tempered and would never suffer.

"Teacher, I don't think I'm suitable to be the class president, just like classmate Zhou said, I can't unite all my classmates, after all, not everyone treats me as a classmate."

Mo Li actually wanted to be a good girl, but she couldn't suppress her temperament.

Habits that have been passed for thousands of years can not be changed in a while.

Mo Li's words fell, and the class was in an uproar, and the head teacher was also big for a while.

He doesn't care that the student is tough, just don't provoke him to make trouble.

"Moli, if you don't want to be the class leader, then the teacher will choose again." The head teacher's temperament is a little weak, and it is his consistent style to calm things and turn big things into small ones.

He is like his voice is gentle, but he has lost some strength.

In the three years of her previous life, she hadn't seen the head teacher get angry once, as if he could tolerate anything.

For the position of squad leader, Mo Li didn't care.

However, what did the Song classmate next to her mean by sneaking a sparkling look at her.

In the end, the class president was pointed out by the teacher as the second place in the class, and the other class committees were also democratically elected, and a class meeting was filled with gunsmoke.

In the dim night, there are many trees planted on both sides of the campus path, and the breeze blows and rustles, like a moving music.

Mo Li walked on the path alone, to be honest, she was a little unaccustomed to this kind of life.

It's not like she's on a mission, it's who she really is.

Even if she pretends to be tender, she can't go back to her youth, and she thinks that the resurrected heart will only set off a few waves when she is by her parents' side, and the rest of the time it is not shocking.

She can watch everything happen indifferently, even if she has conflicts with others, she can't leave a mark on her heart.

After so many years, she has long been accustomed to being alone.

Some people say that people are social animals, but she feels that she lives freely and chicly.

No matter how long the path is, there will be an end.

The dormitory building was brightly lit, and when I walked up slowly and pushed the door, the originally lively dormitory could be heard for a while.

Mo Li blinked, when did she become so powerful.

Calmly walked through, took out the basin towel and went to the water room to wash, she didn't miss the exhalation when she closed the dormitory door.

There was nothing to do, the night was getting deeper, and the lights were turned off in the dormitory building.

Mo Li was lying on the bed, feeling a little unhappy.

It's been her wish to come back, but what about after that? Mo Li didn't dare to think about the future.

After a sleepless night, Mo Li brought some spiritual spring water to sober herself up, and then left the dormitory quietly.

Time passed day by day, and the junior high school course was not very difficult for her, plus she never forgot it, so she still ranked first in the first monthly exam.

However, the mathematical disadvantages have slowly been revealed.

If it weren't for Wen Zong, she could go word for word with the textbook and get a full score, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to keep the first place.

She doesn't care about the first place, but her parents do.

She can't forget the joy and excitement of her parents when they found out about her results, so she will do everything that can make her parents happy.

The math teacher is the homeroom teacher who talks to Moli, and Moli knows that this is a common thing.

However, mathematics is a hard injury, and no matter how many lifetimes she has experienced, mathematics is a big mountain.

She must be admitted to a first-class university in the country, so Mo Li is ready to discuss with her parents to learn classical dance, although she is not good at it, but she is also slightly proficient.

Because of the successive submission of some short stories to the magazine, Mo Li also has a certain amount of savings in his hands, which will not increase the burden on his parents.

Many parents will approve of girls learning dance, after all, one can shape the body, and the other can also cultivate temperament.

Mo Li's parents didn't hesitate too much, so they agreed to Mo Li's request.

The days of learning dance are very hard, in order to make her flexibility better, Mo Li keeps practicing every day, and then takes a bath in Lingquan water, and slowly keeps up with the teacher's progress.

The veteran said that her temperament is very suitable for classical dance, and wearing a classical long skirt is as gentle and graceful as coming out of the picture of a lady.

Mo Li just smiled and said nothing.

She has experienced countless ancient worlds, and even if she is lazy, some things are deeply engraved in her bones and cannot be erased.

She is reminded all the time that she is who she is and she is not her.