After knocking the table, he took a chalk head and pointed it at her, "You sing another song, you try." ”

"I am, little cabbage, I love to learn, I am handsome, preschool, I run fast, and the teachers praise me for being cute." Zhao Chenhuan sang along smoothly, and sang the song in its entirety.

Angry, the music teacher slammed the table.

"Phew, you're cute." He had a look of disgust on his face.

Zhao Chenhuan immediately retorted, "Phew, then you are always cuter than you." ”

"We are the future flowers of the motherland." The Literature and Art Committee is very much in the same force as Zhao Chenhuan.

The music teacher was not to be outdone, "I think you two are more like flowers that are about to wither in the future of the motherland." ”

"You're a dog with no ivory out of your mouth." Zhao Chenhuan said cautiously.

The music teacher immediately smashed a chalk head, "The teacher is still the gardener of the motherland, am I proud of being the one who educates you?" ”

"You don't deserve it."

There was another voice from an unknown corner of the class, which made the class laugh.

"Don't even laugh, hurry up and draw, didn't your art teacher give you painting homework?"

"Whoever said that, stand up." He looked at Zhao Chenhuan fiercely, and then glanced at the Literature and Art Committee, "Are you two right?" ”

"We didn't bother to interject." Zhao Chenhuan rolled his eyes.

The literary and art committee took out all the mobile phones, "That's it, who rarely interjects in your words." It's too late to play games. ”

"Playing games?" The music teacher was shocked, and in the next second, he pushed away the stool and walked towards the seat of the literary committee.

With his pace, the classmates also shifted their attention and looked towards the Literature and Art Committee.

Huo Wuwu was the same, Nineteen Nian was busy writing, so he didn't pay attention to them.

I saw the music teacher holding a chalk head in his hand and hitting the head of the literary and art committee.

"He's coming, he's coming." The literary committee actually said that the enemy comrades in the game were about to kill her.

The music teacher thought she was saying he was coming.

After smashing her chalk head, the music teacher thought she was saying he was coming.

So, he bent down and knocked on the table of the Literature and Art Committee, "Knowing that I'm coming, why don't you quickly put your phone down, are you still waiting for me to ask you to put your phone down, and you put it away?" ”

The literary and art committee member who is playing games passionately, how can he say a word and put the phone away quickly.

She didn't put the phone down, and said what it was in a few words, anyway, she was thick-skinned and harmless.

But if you lose the ranking, you will really be reported.

Losing the ranking is no longer something that can be solved by being thick-skinned.

"No."

The Literature and Art Committee was not convinced, and it was time to play games and then games.

"Hand over your phone." The music teacher put her hand on her desk and tapped it, apparently asking her for her phone.

The fool handed over the mobile phone to him, and the literary and art committee said that he would not hand over the mobile phone.

"No." She said to him disgusted while playing the game, "Hey, I lost the ranking, and I will be reported." ”

The music teacher was also ruthless, "If you don't hand over your phone, I can guarantee that I will do it even harder." ”

He deliberately slowed down his voice, "When the time comes, I'll just put your number and give you a qualifying, and then, I'll put your waiting phone on the podium and give you a qualifying, I'm going to give you a few more rounds, and then let you watch you keep playing until you lose." ”

"it!" The literary and art committee member shouted in shock, "Do you want to be so heavy, didn't you still claim to be our gardener just now?" ”

The music teacher broke the last piece of chalk in his hand in half and smashed it at the committee members again.

In the middle of the forehead, it was really difficult for the literary and art committee to play games with peace of mind, and she reluctantly asked him, "What are you doing?" ”

"What do you say, hand over your phone, don't force me to be cruel to you."

The literary and art commissar winked innocently at him, "How do you want to be ruthless, the mobile phone is in my mobile phone, you can't take it hard." ”

"It's impossible to take it hard, but it doesn't mean that others won't take it."

The music teacher laughed evilly, "Who is your class president?" ”

Hearing someone call her, the squad leader stood up by himself, and he was actually at the same table as the Literature and Art Committee, which would be easier to do.

The music teacher instructed her, "Go and grab her phone and give it to me." ”

"Order."

The Literature and Art Committee hasn't reacted yet! Her table mates snatched the phone from her.

I handed it over to the music teacher.

After collecting the mobile phone, the music teacher just took the mobile phone confiscated from the literary committee and walked away relaxedly.

When the music teacher left, the literary committee immediately argued with the class leader.

She patted the squad leader on the shoulder and said to her, "Hey, can't you not hand over your mobile phone?" ”

"What do you say?" The squad leader raised an eyebrow.

As the leader of the first class, no matter what, her words still have a bit of status.

Even the squad leader spoke like this, even though the literary and art committee members were so reluctant in her heart, she didn't dare to propose some objections, so she had to obediently admit the judgment.

It's over, the ranking game must be dead.

If you die, you will definitely be reported. She dragged her head and thought that her cheating teammates would never let her go.

"Don't be depressed, the teacher will give it back to you after class." She knocked on her desk with the same table and comforted her kindly, "Study hard, don't you have an art assignment that you haven't written yet?" Hurry up and write it, and it will be handed in tomorrow. ”

"Oh." She looked dejected at her tablemate.

The squad leader is still very good, she was sad to see her mobile phone being collected at the same table, she patted her back again to comfort her, "Okay, okay, look at the clock on the podium, there are fifteen minutes before the end of class, the next class is not a music class, he has no right to take your mobile phone away." ”

"I'm not worried about whether he will take my phone away, I'm afraid that he will hand over the phone to the head teacher, and it will be difficult to do it then." Her words were full of worry, it seemed that she was really worried about her mobile phone being confiscated, pondered for a long time, and said to her tablemate, "I remember that the head teacher just said a few days ago, saying that if you still catch a student playing with your mobile phone, you will be fined 20 yuan plus a review, I remember that you and a few classmates in our class were just fined last time." ”

"Last time, we were caught by the dean of teaching, and if the head teacher does not punish him heavily, it will be difficult to explain to the dean." She said to her at the same table, "Okay, okay, don't think too much, it's a big deal that he won't change it for you after class, I'll personally help you find her to ask for it, don't worry, it's not a big problem." ”

The literary commissar did not speak, she found a book to read through the hole in the drawer.

However, she has something on her mind, and she can't read the book.

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