Gao Yiqiang was angry enough, but he couldn't talk nonsense in the evening self-study, at most he discussed problems in a whisper, and he couldn't affect others.

Otherwise, the director of education and the class teachers will directly teach you how to behave.

Gao Yiqiang was furious and dragged out a set of five or three.

Hmph, you're all bad guys, only Wusan is my little baby.

Wen Ling didn't understand Gao Yiqiang's brain circuit at all, and was still staring at Wen Heng.

Wen Heng slowly dragged out his comprehensive scroll again.

Wen Ling handed the two math papers he had copied to Wen Heng: "I've finished copying this." ”

Wen Heng didn't care, he took it casually, originally wanted to throw it directly into the bookshelf.

As a result, I glanced at it casually and stiffened for a moment.

This doesn't seem to be his roll.

He had some small habits when he wrote papers, and sometimes he didn't use calculus paper, but just marked some small things on the questions.

Some are just a stroke and there are no traces, but there are markings.

But there was none of that on the paper that was returned.

Other than that, the rest is his handwriting without doubt.

"This is not my volume." Wen Heng quickly reacted, this should have been copied by Wen Ling.

But what does this mean, imitating one's own words, it can also be understood that this little fool wants to tease himself and deliberately learns.

But the name of the class there, also written his, what is this trying to do?

Tanuki for prince?

The teacher doesn't check the papers, and it doesn't make sense to change them or not.

"Isn't it yours?" Wen Ling really didn't pay attention to it, because he copied and pasted, so he didn't notice who was who's the roll.

Now when he heard Wen Heng say this, he changed the roll back.

Wen Heng originally wanted to endure not saying it, but after a long time, he finally couldn't hold back: "You also copied the name of your class." ”

After saying this, Wen Heng felt that his ears were inexplicably hot, and some indescribable feelings flowed in his heart.

When Wen Ling heard this, he was directly blinded.

Class name?

What's that?

And at this time, System 233 finally realized that something was wrong.

"No, host, you received the memory of the original owner, you should be able to read words, the original owner learns scum, and the words are still recognized." 233 was still a little excited at this time, and was originally going to download some basic learning knowledge.

It turned out that it didn't seem to be needed.

After hearing this, Wen Ling's body stiffened for a moment, but he reacted in a few seconds: "Ah, her memories have been packed by me, after all, it's not very positive, I'm afraid it will affect my benefactor." ”

Is this directly packing up the memories of the original owner and throwing them away?

233 was so angry that he was choked, but he still had to calmly reason with his new host: "Although it is said that these hosts that we borrowed for the mission, the original souls, have already been sent by us to other worlds to be princesses and be blessed as queens, but the memory of the original owner is still the basis for merging with this world, and we can't say that we can throw it away......"

233 chattered, Wen Ling didn't bother to pay attention to it.

At the beginning, when he said that he wanted to come to the three thousand small world to save the benefactor, Wen Ling once asked, he came, what about the original person.

In this regard, the main god naturally has his own arrangements.

Many of these people are not good people, and the Lord God signed an agreement with them to let them go to other worlds and enjoy them with a better identity, and the body of this world will be directly given to the Lord God.

When I heard this, I thought that if I wasn't a good person, what could I do, just save my benefactor.

But in the first world, he met a green tea, and Wen Ling only felt that his breathing was not smooth.