Han Yi, the son of the relationship with the head of the household.

Han Yi, the son of Han Che and Xu Jia.

The son of a grand pianist and elite lawyer.

The students who followed up to take a look didn't have time to react. The class bell rang.

The people of Class 9, a spirit, moved as fast as a gust of wind, picked up the pages and rattled, and rolled back to their respective seats.

The two out-of-class classmates looked back and saw that the people around them were gone for a second, and the tall figure of the teacher outside the classroom door was gradually approaching.

……

Annoying!

Their own class is upstairs! Upstairs! Climb the stairs!

The first class on Monday is the class of the old class.

Finished.

With a foul mouth, the two turned and slipped away towards the back door.

Obediently watching the teacher approaching the classroom, opening the textbook, and starting to teach, the students of Class 9 are in Cao Ying's heart in Han.

The body acted as if he was listening carefully, and in his heart, he had already thought of 108,000 miles away...... people too.

Think of Han Che.

Han Che is Han Yi's father.

In fact, from the first day Han Yi transferred to the school, they could see that Han Yi belonged to the kind of rich young master who was loose and not constrained by the rules, but was very good at playing with his face to attract peach blossoms.

Young Master Han in their eyes.

That's the reason, and this young master is like this to their squad leader. People don't like this guy very much.

You say that the Han family is not a rich family, and Han Yi is not the young master of a rich family.

The problem is that what they think of as rich people is the kind of nouveau riche who has nothing but a few stinky money.

The Han family is obviously not a rich family with nothing but money.

If the Han family can be said to be a family with nothing but money, then how can they say that these families have nothing but people.

……

Fortunately, they usually think about it in their hearts, look down on it in their hearts, and don't talk about people outside behind their backs.

Otherwise, at this moment, it is definitely a hot and large-scale face-slapping scene.

After thinking about it, everyone didn't listen much to what the teacher said, and they had mixed feelings.

Thinking about it like this, I naturally didn't listen to much of the content of the class.

Several students who were called up to answer the questions were all lost.

After two classes in a row, the teacher didn't even say a procedural sentence after class, and strode out of the classroom with an unkind face.

Office.

The teacher threw the textbook on the table, indicating that he was angry and spoke very quickly.

"It's not that I like to make small reports, Lao Wang, what's going on with the ninth class today? One or two are not in the state, and the whole class is not in the state?! Don't come to school at all! The college entrance examination is a shame and a shame! ”

Lao Wang, the head teacher of Class 9, turned back to his chair and said in a deep voice, "Today, I told those little cubs about the quota in the morning. Possible...... What do they think? ”

"......," the teacher disagreed, "I remember that the nine classes of the guaranteed quota were not assigned to such one." A place is also worth thinking about the thirty or forty people in their entire class, and some of them don't have it? With that kind of kung fu, it's better to do a few more questions honestly. In my opinion, they are just having a heart to play on the weekend, and they should have taken away their weekend vacation in advance. What weekends are there in the third year of high school. ”。

Speaking of weekend holidays, Lao Wang has never recommended depriving students of too many holidays, and his tone immediately sank for a while, "Don't say it." According to the rules, there will be no weekends for the next semester. The school has the rules of the school and is not. ”