"Are you sure?" Song Qi asked them.

"Then we slaughtered Mr. Jiang in front of No. 20?" He Langlang said tentatively.

Song Qi supported her forehead, and she couldn't say whether these people's proposals were useful or not, but they had already felt the consequences of the cycle, and their bodies would become tired and weak.

"If we're wrong, we don't know how many times we'll be able to hold it up." Song Qi said her thoughts lightly.

The three of them also hesitated for a while, Song Qi was right, it is indeed necessary to consider the consequences of failure, and the number of cycles is too much, maybe it will lead to their death.

"It's always good to get the 20th out of the air." He Langlang scratched his head.

The silver bell over there has returned, and the 20th is in front of her.

For fear of arousing the hatred of the NPCs, Silver Bell just silently followed.

It was another math class in the back, and I didn't have the wind to go over with a piece of scratch paper.

"Can you help me see how this problem can be solved?"

On the paper, which is not drafted, is the question and most of the answers in the previous math class.

No. 20 looked at him stunned, and said quickly without a wind and without a voice: "Help me take a look, tell me in the next class." ”

If there is one less teacher to scold, there will be one less, maybe it will be effective.

The NPC next to him looked at Wufeng Fu strangely, and when he saw that Wufeng Wu was gone, he turned his head again, and it didn't seem to be in any danger.

There are still five minutes left before class, and I should be able to remember a little bit more or less.

Song Qi gave a thumbs up, and his memory was still okay without wind.

He Langlang whispered: "It's really yours, but I don't know how much she can remember." ”

Number 20 is already laboriously working on his scratch paper.

If there is no wind, he will go to his clothes, hide his merit and fame, and just wait for the next math class, what kind of results can he bring on the 20th.

Math class soon arrived, and on the 20th, I had to sandwich the scratch paper that had no wind in the book next to me.

The math teacher still writes the problem on the blackboard, and every time the 20th does the right problem, it is the right one, and the one on the right is naturally the one that is written down without wind.

"No. 20, No. 21."

No. 21 was windless, so he naturally walked to the problem on the left, and the math teacher stopped him.

"You write this on the right."

Wufeng's face changed slightly, but under the gaze of the math teacher, he could only go to the right.

He Langlang and Woo Hu Wai below were all depressed, and they couldn't stop the things that happened later, and there were no such variables before.

No wind glanced at No. 20 next to him, and No. 20 trembled and wrote an explanation.

"Don't talk to each other." The math teacher cleared his throat and said.

There is no way to do it, so I can only finish writing the question in front of me and return to my seat.

The solution idea on the 20th was only half written, and the math teacher waited for her for a while and said coldly, "Come to my office after class." ”

There is no wind and he can't hold the pen, the green tendons on the back of his hand are bursting up, it still doesn't work, what should have happened still happened, he should remember both topics.

Now this road is not going to work, so I can only try to avoid the rest of the things.

But what about the quiz?

How many of them went to steal the papers, or did they swap the name of number 20 with theirs?

It's too risky to be caught doing this, after all, the class bulletin board rules say you can't cheat.

The cycle reached an impasse, and Song Qi copied the questions and answers on scratch paper, and carefully read them several times.

The forgotten knowledge was picked up a little by her.

(End of chapter)