008 There won't be more thorns in the class, right?

"Grass!"

"Cow B!"

"Yes, I can't see it, it's still a little pepper!"

……

There was a suppressed sigh from the boys in the back row, and the girls also had strange expressions.

This transfer student is crazy enough!

Cheng Yu also didn't expect that the little girl who looked well-behaved and clever would be so social.

Suddenly, there was a headache.

Seeing that the little girl was pitiful, she asked the other party to her own class.

There won't be more thorns in the class, right?

"Qin Jiu, sit down!"

Qin Jiu stepped down from the podium and walked to the last row on the right.

The table was a double seater, and she chose the right side - by the window.

Seeing her sitting in that seat, the expressions of the classmates all showed a little strangeness.

A sneer flashed in Su Ying's eyes.

She dared to sit in Jiangbei's seat, and waited for the plague god to come back from the competition, and she would look good.

"Students, I know that the school has prejudices against our class, but you can't give up on yourself. Whether you are preparing for the art exam in the future or studying abroad, cultural classes are an important part of it......" Glancing at the people in the class who lacked interest, Cheng Yu sighed secretly, "Today's monthly exam questions are a bit difficult, everyone must read the questions carefully and think carefully before answering." ”

The roll was sent down, and Cheng Jue leaned lightly against the door frame.

Master's degree in teaching, studying abroad and returning to this prestigious school, I used to be full of ambition to do a big career.

As a result, because he was a newcomer, he was thrown directly into this special class.

Every time the test score is at the bottom, her mouth is thin, and no one listens!

A lot of blood spilled out, and even a repercussion was missing, and no matter how much enthusiasm she had, it would be consumed.

His eyes swept over those who had a match and no one to write the question, and Cheng Yu opened the information of Qin Jiu in his hand.

Glancing over the row of "ominous" on the form, she looked up at the corner of the room.

Qin Jiu is writing questions, and he seems to be writing quite fast, almost every question is written at a glance.

While the other students were still struggling with the multiple-choice question of the first question, she had already turned to the second page and started to write the big question.

Cheng Yu sighed.

Even if you are a student in the rocket class, you have to think about these questions, this is purely by ignorance.

"Teacher, can I submit the paper in advance after writing?"

Finished writing?

Cheng Yu's interest is lacking.

"Yes."

Qin Jiu got up, put the test paper on the table, and walked out of the classroom.

Several boys in the back row also got up one after another, pressed the roll on hers, and went to the playground to play ball.

Anyway, I won't write if I sit down again.

……

……

Inside the school library.

Ding Rui unfolded the rag and wiped the reception desk again.

Noticing the figure walking up the steps, he was stunned for a second.

"Yo, isn't this the little fairy of the airport?"

Shen Zhifei's hand pinching the badge was crooked, and the badge buckle pierced his fingers.

He ignored it, turned his face to look at the entrance, and sure enough, he saw Qin Jiu walking up the steps.

Hands casually in their pockets, revealing a bit of cynicism.

"Hurry up!"

The man's voice was tinged with fierceness.

When Ding Rui picked up the rag as quickly as he could, and wiped the water stains on the table with a paper towel, Qin Jiu also walked into the library.

"Little classmate!" Qingyue's male voice smiled, "See you again." ”

When Qin Jiu turned his face to look over, Shen Zhifei had just unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

Three fingers buckle the collar, the finger bones are half-curved, and the jade carving is beautiful.

The collar of the silver-gray shirt is unflopped, revealing a half-curved collarbone.

The casual gesture is particularly sultry.

Mr. Kirin Bone?!