Su Qianli said to do it, and the wolf-like eyes stared at Xia Qing's scalp numb.

However, Xia Qing had already taken precautions, stretched out her hand, and blocked between the two, she smiled dryly, "If you dare to mess around, I will call someone immediately." ”

Her words are more effective than anything else, and the results are immediate!

Su Qianli didn't dare to move at all, but since she couldn't kiss Qingqing, at least she could kiss this large pile of gifts.

"Mo Mo ......" "Mo ......"

Xia Qing looked at Su Qianli with disgust on her face, she was really a stupid daughter of a landlord's family.

Their family is so rich, she wants advanced game consoles, what a little bully, Nintendo, her father can get her ten in minutes, but she prefers to be here to be very happy with a bunch of simple game consoles.

Is this fun?

After a while, Mo Ze also returned, but he and Su Qianli formed a strong contrast, like a frosted eggplant, with broad shoulders shrunk and a slight head hanging, like a big golden retriever waiting to be claimed.

When he came to this class, he was also a sunny boy, but now he was like a dark cloud, extremely silent, like a little daughter-in-law, pursed his lips to look at Xia Qing, then looked at it again, and finally returned to his seat quietly.

At this moment, Zhao Ya finally felt that something was wrong.

If Su Qianli is unusually happy, it can be understood as "people are crazy".

So what is Mo Ze, he is not the kind of person who will be gloomy casually!

In order to find the final answer, she could no longer hold back her mood, stood up with her hands propped up, and hurriedly ran towards the door.

Now the truth of everything is on the blackboard on the other side of the hallway.

When she got there, she was running too fast, so she put her hands on her knees and gasped for air.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the blackboard in front of her fixedly, Xia Qing's English, Chinese, politics, history, and geography volumes are all here, the volume is clean and clean, and the handwriting is neat and beautiful, it looks like five works of art.

Only those scores are still quietly in the upper right corner of the first page, but the teacher's usual handwriting with a large stroke of the pen now looks extraordinarily small, as if Xia Qing's handwriting is a copy of the copy, trying to get closer to her handwriting of the scores.

In fact, when these teachers were drinking tea and chatting in the office just now, they all shared their bitterness.

In the face of such an exam paper, I really can't bear to "draw a snake" to write a score to destroy the aesthetics, but if you don't write it, it is not in line with the school's regulations.

Therefore, they can only constantly adjust the angle and adjust the posture of holding the pen, just to write their scores better and not destroy the perfection!

Originally, it was okay for one teacher to say this, but her words resonated with other teachers, and several teachers began to complain.

"I also practiced my handwriting on scratch paper."

"What are you! I also looked for a notebook to trace for a long time before I dared to write. ”

"That's right, writing a score has been brewing for a long time, and it's written intermittently."

Of course, these details are unknown to Zhao Ya, and she is now full of only these few full-score exam papers dangling and dangling......

It was the last straw that bent the camel's back, and it made her eyes bleed.