Jun Qingyan looked at him funny: "Where did I scold you?" ”

The eyes that seemed to be mentally retarded made Wang Mengnan crazy: "You dare to say that you didn't say that you were my mother just now?" ”

"So, your mother is a curse word?" Jun Qingzhi asked rhetorically.

"Haha!" Everyone laughed like crazy. Although these two words do appear when scolding, they can't be said to be scolding words when they are taken out separately, otherwise what is it as a child?

However, looking at Jun Qingxuan, who was sharp and speechless, the students were also curious. It's okay if you don't know her, but those who know her are going to have their eyes popping out.

Is this really the Luo Qingqing who is gloomy all day long and doesn't say a word?

Wang Mengnan was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to hit the other party. What doesn't hit girls, what girls are still his crushes, all of them have been left behind by him at this time. He is still a baby, and he is still a baby who is angry, if he doesn't get this sulk out of his heart, how can he brag in front of his friends in the future?

"Wang Mengnan! What are you doing? ”

A loud shout stopped the boy's movements, and also made Jun Qing's hand that was about to swing out to slap him quietly retracted.

It's the head teacher who came, to be precise, the head teacher of Wang Meng's class, and at the same time a supporter of a big feminist who can't see boys do anything to girls.

Seeing someone coming, Jun Qingyan silently lit a wax for him. It's not good to be seen by anyone, but it's this, the last time something similar happened in front of her in the memory of the original owner, the man of the party was invited to the parents.

After a classmate, she waved goodbye to Wang Mengnan before the teacher came. And by the time the teacher's loud reprimand resounded in all directions, she had already walked briskly into the school building.

In order not to be disturbed by other grades, the senior year has always been located on the top floor of the teaching building. The five-story building still doesn't expect to have an elevator anymore, and it is said that the senior year of high school is arranged at such a high level, in addition to not wanting to be disturbed by the footsteps of students from other grades after class, there is also an element of physical exercise. Although I don't know what to do with going up and down the stairs a few times a day, the routine has continued.

However, Junqing found a message in the memory fragment, Luo Qingqing had inadvertently heard a teacher in the office discussing the matter of moving to the third grade of high school, and it seemed that he was going to move from the top to the bottom, and when he talked about this topic, he was secretive and sneaky, and he didn't know what the reason was. This kind of news probably has nothing to do with herself, so she didn't study it carefully.

The original owner was in the third class of high school and studied science. This is a second-grade class, and it can be said that except for the experimental class, the results here are the best. The scholars in the experimental class are aiming at the best universities in the country, while the second class is aiming at those that are easier but also belong to the key universities.

Who called this the best high school in the city? If you don't set your sights on a key university, you're embarrassed to say that you're a student in this high school!

Of course, in any school, there will be money to open up the channel and squeeze in the related households. In line with the idea of teaching without class, the school did not put all these people in one class and let them be free-ranged, but divided these people into various classes according to the amount of "donation". That is, if you donate more, you will go to the good class in front, and if you donate less, you will go to the ordinary class. As long as you don't mess with other good students, the school will basically turn a blind eye.

It's probably a relationship that I haven't seen during the holidays, and I can hear the sound of talking, laughing, and screaming in exclamation from time to time from far away from the classroom.

But all the voices disappeared the moment Jun Qing stepped into the classroom, and everyone closed their mouths and greeted her into the classroom with cold and contemptuous eyes.

Such a familiar treatment made Junqing's eyes narrow. I think at the beginning, didn't those officials, big and small, in the place where she had her, also have to hold their breath to deal with it? Not to mention in the army, as long as she stands on the stage, no one in the hundreds of thousands of troops dares to make any sound. Isn't it the same as at this moment? The only difference is that in the eyes of those people there is fear, worship, and here it turns into contempt.

It's not good, it's not good!

Jun Qing's face remained unchanged, and she made a decision in her heart, before graduation, she should help these children establish a correct outlook on life, so that they can understand that in this world, the strong are always the strong, and as a weak chicken, you should shrink your neck, otherwise you will not even have a chance to cry if you are caught to make a roast chicken!

The original owner's seat was "very good", just behind the side of the school grass. This is an excellent location that I don't know how many people envy and hate, because here you can enjoy the earth-shattering handsome face of the school grass at any time.

To say that the original owner Luo Qingqing is really a genius, the seat arrangement in the school is arranged according to the scores of each monthly exam, that is to say, as long as you can make a correct prediction of the results of Xiaocao and other students, and then get an accurate score, you can occupy the "best position".

If it's not hard to estimate the grades of just one or two people, if you want to count the whole class and exclude some unexpected situations, only a madman genius can do it.

And Luo Qing is very unlucky, it is just such a madman with a madman-like genius. It is conceivable how much she would have achieved if she had put such an ability into her studies, but unfortunately all the good cards were killed by her.

But because the seats are too good, as long as it is other than class, Luo lightly keeps the girls sitting on it, whether it is a table or a chair, all of them have become the designated seats of the school grass guard.

Today seems to be no exception. Jun Qingyan looked at the girl on her table who was dangling a pair of thighs, eager to unbutton her blouse to her belly, and felt the need to talk to her about the ownership of her position under the premise of being kind and friendly.

"Get out of the way." She tossed her bag over.

Don't look at the bag she is carrying, it is full of books from the third grade of high school, and it will definitely hurt for a long time if it is smashed.

"Ahh The girl who was almost hit screamed, jumped off the table and threw herself at her: "Luo Qingqing, you want to die!" ”

Seeing the claws that were more than an inch long, Jun Qingyan didn't want to use her delicate skin to experience its sharpness. Quietly waiting for the girl to pounce, her feet stretched forward, and she heard a "pop" sound, and the girl fell face down on the aisle of the classroom.

"Hey, it hurts." She gasped, cautiously walked past the girl to her seat, and sighed as she walked: "How many times has the teacher said not to play in the classroom, why are you so naughty?" ”