Yun Jian has never been a forgetful person, and he has never been a snooze.

However, he was twenty-five minutes late, and Yun Jian didn't show any fear at all.

Usually, if a middle school student with good academic performance suddenly wakes up and realizes that he is late, and he is still late for nearly half an hour, he will definitely break out in a cold sweat with fright at this moment.

Even the steps of walking will become trembling, and the heart will tremble, for fear that he will be scolded by the teacher.

But Yun Jian was late, but she didn't show the slightest fear at all.

Stretched out his hand and shook it fiercely, and the schoolbag in Yun Jian's hand was thrown directly from the gate to her desk with the curve.

The students in the class who saw this scene were stunned, but quickly reacted again.

After all, Yun Jian is a high-level special soldier, or the killing god of the king squad!

Just lost a school bag, and she naturally did it quite easily.

"Gone." But listening to the voice of the cloud note like a heavenly sound, Zhang Jian nodded slightly stunned.

Then Yun Jian turned around and walked out of the classroom and ran towards the big playground.

Zhang Jian looked at the pace of Yun Jian's selection, and couldn't help but look at it twice.

"It's worthy of my ancestor, it's so handsome!" Zhang Jian sighed.

A male classmate in the same class next to him slapped Zhang Jian's head fiercely, and teased Zhang Jian: "You really don't know what shit luck you have taken, and you can still recognize Yun Jian as your ancestor!"

As he spoke, he was full of envy.

Zhang Jian laughed out loud and replied: "Fortunately, I am smart, and I promised to recognize Zhang Shaofeng as a teacher early on, and you still dare to shoot me......

......

I can't see the scene in the classroom, and at this moment, the cloud note has come to the big playground with joyful steps.

All the students who had gathered to participate in the foreign language competition were already seated in the bus.

Yun Jian walked over at this time, and a group of classmates who were already sitting on the bus were still looking at her through the window.

For a while, Yun Jian became the existence of all eyes - the first classmate who was late.

There are only a few students in a class who can participate in foreign language competitions, and students naturally attach great importance to them.

However, seeing Yun Jian's appearance that he didn't pay much attention to at all, everyone present couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Classmate, what class are you in? What is your name? Did you know if you were late? When a bald male teacher saw Yun Jian, he jogged over and scolded Yun Jian with a stern teacher's face.

If it was an ordinary student, he would have been scolded by this male teacher, and he would probably have lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

However, Yun Jian only raised his head slightly and glanced at the other party: "Class A of the third year of junior high school, Yun Jian."

After Yun Jian finished speaking, she raised her legs and walked towards the bus.

There is only one bus parked in the entire playground, and it is still multi-seater.

In other words, this bus can seat a lot of people.

There are not many students who go to participate in the competition this time, and class A is a key class, so there are more places given, and three places are given at once, and there is generally only one place in other classes.

"Yun Jian, you wait!" The bald male teacher ignored herself when he saw her, and he was unhappy.

The male teacher is a relatively rigid teacher, admitting death, and he once thought that he was disrespectful to the teacher for Yun Jian's behavior.

"Huh?" Yun Jian raised an eyebrow and turned his head.

"You can't be late next time, all the students in the competition are waiting for you, if you are late again, you will not have the opportunity to participate in such a competition in the future!" It seems that being able to participate in this competition is a blessing that Yun Jian has cultivated for several lifetimes.

The male teacher spoke with a strong smell of a rigid teacher.

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