"Students, I'm here to do a set of high-quality mock questions today, I just got it back, and it's still hot, and the difficulty is the same as the difficulty of the college entrance examination. Fifty minutes to make the papers, and the rest of the time I will explain in class. ”

Everyone sighed in a small voice, so they had to go back to their seats first with the classmates who were too late to send them over.

So, I felt that Jiang Xin didn't have the consciousness to coax him, and I couldn't see Jiang Xin eating a little grievance, frowning his eyebrows, Han Shao, who was already about to take the initiative to reconcile, was hindered by a few classmates.

Han Yi lifted his eyelids and looked at the political teacher who had entered the classroom in advance, and his eyebrows sank for a while, with a faint coldness.

The papers were passed down one by one, and just as everyone was taking out other books and putting them on the tables to prepare for the questions, a lot of discordant voices suddenly sounded at the back of the classroom.

It was clear to everyone that it was the unique sound of a book slamming on the table.

Everyone who knows the sound itself doesn't know who made it, and it's curious who lost his temper in front of this notoriously bad political teacher for the whole grade.

Sure enough, the political teacher on the stage looked over with a rigid and stiff face of the Chinese character, looking in that direction, and the initiator was in the back row of the middle group.

Looking at the teacher's reaction, I wanted to know who was still looking for trouble at this time, and everyone couldn't hold it back, so they turned their heads and looked at it because they thought it was very small.

Tsk, that's not surprising. It turned out to be that Han Shao, who had a temper with the young master.

I don't know why, maybe it's because the first impression is indelible, the young master "humiliated" their squad leader when he first transferred to the school, and then "teased" their school flower, yes, it's all the same person, which is very infuriating.

Because of such a not very pleasant first impression, even if Han Yi later won honor and face for Class 9 in the school-level debate tournament, he was very powerful in the cross-school football match, and there were a bunch of physics competition certificates.

Or, because this person is a little unsociable, except for occasionally playing football with the boys in the class, he usually never participates in their recess gossip, and he looks like no one is in front of anyone, as if everyone is air in his eyes.

(Han Shao: Young master, I only join Xinxin's group, and I only have Xinxin and Xinxin friends in my eyes, love the house and Wu is not air, thank you.) )

Even if he has a handsome face, his facial features are also long.

Based on these two points alone, no matter how outstanding his grades are, no matter how rich his family is, and no matter how his parents have status, they still have no admiration, admiration, envy, or like that kind of feeling.

At this time, when they found that it was Han Yi who was losing his temper, everyone was speechless for a while, and when they saw that they were not surprised, they turned around and went back to do the question.

The political teacher stared at Han Yi for a few seconds as if he wanted to kill with his eyes, wanting to make him feel the pressure and was about to open his mouth.

A girl's cold and nice voice broke the momentum of the storm, "Teacher Hu, there are not enough rolls here." ”

The political teacher's anger was suddenly stuck in his chest, and he looked at the speaker with unkind eyes, and when he saw that it was Jiang Xin, his tone was controlled, but he was still angry, "Not enough?" Don't you have it in your hands? ”

"I don't have an answer sheet." Jiang Xin, who covered the answer sheet with the paper, stated lightly without changing his face.