Qiao's family.

Josu was lying on the big white bed, still thinking about the kiss just now.

Her face was dyed with a touch of shame again, she covered her face, and rolled on the bed excitedly, revealing the beauty of her little daughter's family.

After a while, the excitement slowly calmed down, and I lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Teacher's office.

The math teacher was holding a dozen papers, which was already the fifth he had corrected, and none of them were more than sixty points.

He saw that the invigilator on the paper was blank, and his head suddenly ached.

"That's only forty-three."

"This one is better, fifty-five points."

"Hey, this is the highest, sixty points!"

He was numb to these scores, and sure enough, Professor Lane came up with different questions, none of which could pass sixty points.

Thinking like this, he admired Professor Lane even more in his heart.

He is also a math teacher, and naturally instinctively respects those who are stronger than himself.

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded in the silent office, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

It turned out to be the head teacher of Class A - Qi Lin.

"Old Qi, what's wrong?" Next to him is the math teacher of class S, who has a good relationship with Qi Lin and has just discussed math problems together.

When Qi Lin heard the voice, the old god turned his head around, his eyes full of disbelief.

His voice was trembling all the time, he wanted to speak but couldn't say it excitedly, and he tried several times but it was useless.

Qi Lin's face was full of incredulity.

The math teacher in class S next to him saw that he had not spoken, so he teased the math teachers around him: "Don't pay attention to him, he may have made another mistake!" ”

Qi Lin patted the table excitedly, only to see that everyone's eyes were focused on him again, and he was relieved to hold back a sentence:

"Yes, there is a man, count...... I got a perfect score for the math paper! The voice stumbled, but in the quiet drop of the needle, you could hear the words in the office, causing an uproar among the crowd.

"What did you say?" The math teacher of Class S suddenly stood up and stared at Qi Lin with his eyes tight.

The math teacher next to him also used a kind of "Are you crazy?" He looked at him.

Also, Professor Lane gave the question, and the score of the students in the exam never went to 60.

If someone had told me once upon a time that he had scored perfect marks on Professor Lane's paper, he wouldn't have believed it.

But now, the facts are in front of them, and they can't refute them.

Qi Lin picked up the dozen papers, flipped to the one with a full score, and said in an undoubted tone: "I don't believe you can see it yourself!" ”

In an instant, the space around Qi Lin was enclosed, leaving no gap.

Liu Xiang, the math teacher in Class B, picked up the paper first, and she felt that her fingers were trembling at the moment.

This feeling is even more stressful than having a parent-teacher conference.

The first thing she caught a glimpse of was the good handwriting, and when she saw the person, she could understand the pride of the writer, like a red lotus like a flame, bewitching and beautiful, and independent in the world.

With enthusiasm in full swing, but there is a cold and piercing bone that repels people from thousands of miles away.

Contradictory, yet ingeniously blended together.

Good word!

Liu Xiang sighed secretly.

Then I looked at the answers on the paper, which were full and well-organized, not only the correct ideas, but also combined with the university's high math formula.

This man is simply a genius!

When did they accept such a person at Kiyosawa High School?