Chapter 95: My little girl 90

When Ji Xuan was in lectures, he was completely different from Fang, and he felt very harsh and indifferent. If he caught a student who didn’t concentrate on listening, some of them were made up, so in his class, the yard was quiet and only The white and cold voices echoed slowly in the yard.
Although the knowledge of the first class is far more difficult than the tenth class, the number of warmth is still very serious to listen to, listen carefully when listening, take notes and take notes.
However, when she looked down and took notes, Yu Guang accidentally saw something. She saw the woman at the same table taking care of the cuffs of the hands and accidentally flipping out a small section, revealing a few shocking staggered red marks. As if it had been used before this time...
The number of hands holding the pen was slightly warm, and the same table seemed to notice her gaze. The cuffs were covered up silently, and the voice was cold: "What?"
When the number of warm shakes his head and retracts his gaze, he wants to continue taking notes. On the stage, Ji Xubai screamed indifferently: "The number is warm."
The number of warm movements paused and stood up.
Ji Xubai did not speak very quickly, but stood on the stage and looked at her from head to toe. She walked down the platform without delay and went to the warm seat, picking up her book. He turned over and threw it back. He walked around the row of students’ seats and said with a slap in the face:
Although it’s a step from the tenth class to the first class. Very honorable things, but this does not mean that you can bring the bad habits of the ten classes to the first class. I don’t care how you are in the tenth class, but in the first class, in my class, you should listen carefully. Either give me a go."
The entire first class students can see that Ji Taifu has a lot of opinions on the number of warmths that have risen from the tenth class. Otherwise, he will not give the number of warm horses on the first day, but no one dares to say anything. what.
After telling these words, Ji Xubai turned back and looked at the number of warm questions and asked: "Have you understood?"
When the number of warmth came early, there was a right to justify it. Only when it came down, was it possible to sit down again.
When I was about to finish class, Ji Xubai specifically talked about the results of this appraisal class. It was rare to praise a few key students, but in the end I fell on the same table with a warm look. Knowing the truth."
Wen Zhi had to put down the pen, and when he stood up, he pulled the wound on his back, but he could only bite his lip and endure it.
"This assessment, you made me too disappointed. The test is worse than a one from the tenth class. What are you thinking about?" Ji Xubai stared at her with impunity and wanted to capture something from her expression. Details change.
But Wen Zhizhi didn't even talk about it this time. Just standing there and letting him teach him seems to be used to it.
Ji Xubai saw her paler cheeks, and her eyebrows wrinkled: "After school, I will go to my bookstore and sit down."
As a result, after school, Wen Zhi was the first to find her at the same table.
At that time, the number of warmth was packing up the books, Wen Zhizhi was sitting at the desk motionless until the people in the yard went on, she turned to look at the number of warmth, faintly asked: "The thing that day, you Did you tell someone?"
The number of warm movements, knowing that she was referring to the scene she saw on the pavilion after the assessment on that day, she shook her head faintly.
Wen Zhi has smashed his lower lip and silenced for a while before asking: "Can you keep it secret?"
This strange and contrary to ethical things, the number of warmth did not intend to tell people. So when she heard Wen’s request, she just gently nodded and promised her.
When I saw it, Wen Zhi was relieved and sighed, and then I got up and left.
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(One hundred chapters, baby, thank you for accompanying ~)