Chapter 1622: Hell is empty, the devil is on earth 3

A few seconds ago it was so quiet that I could hear a needle drop to the ground, and now all kinds of voices are filling the classroom.
but.
Xi Yan noticed that the girl hadn't returned yet.
After a few more minutes, the girl hurried back to the classroom when the bell was about to ring.
She lowered her head, her hands were wet, she should have just washed her hands, she probably went to the toilet.
Xi Yan looked back.
Class is one of the most boring things about Xi Yan.
Fortunately, she is mediocre enough that the teacher will not notice her to the point of being mediocre, so she can take advantage of class time to do things not related to the class, such as ...
Stack small stars, stack thousands of paper cranes, stack all small things that can be folded out of paper.
"... Xi Xi, listen to the class well." When there was half a class in a class, Xi Yi's same table couldn't help it.
"You listen, I can do it all, it doesn't matter if I don't listen to it." Xi Yan continued to be glad to stack thousands of paper cranes.
"It's not that I want to care about you, but that your thousand paper cranes have piled up on my place." The same table pointed at several thousand paper cranes in front of his pen box and whispered.
As long as the talk between the same table is not too much, it will not be noticed by the teacher.
Xi Yi looked, yo, it really has piled up on someone else's table, so he took those "naughty" thousand paper cranes back, and said "sorry" while stuffing them into the drawer.
Then continue to stack Qian Zhihe.
This time I can't interfere with the same table, the same table does not care about her, and continue to listen to her class.
At this moment, Xi Yan glanced at her table.
This plane is a bit more advanced. The body where Xi Yan is located has memories in her head, so she can know without having Xiao Yiyi get information. The teenager sitting next to her is called Su Ying.
Like Xi Yan, they are ordinary ordinary people, but Su Ying's performance is better than Xi Yan, at least in the top 20 of the class.
Xi Yan glanced at her table from the side.
This face is so ordinary that it can't be found in the crowd.
Xi Yan continued to focus on the thousand paper cranes in his hands.
It's boring. It's boring. You can't skip classes or sleep, otherwise you can't keep the "mediocre" person design.
If anyone who does something extraordinary is either a tyrant or a scum, who is engraved in the teacher's eyes, how can he continue to be "mediocre"?
After class, Xi Xi decided to take the initiative to contact this plane.
In addition to the same table Su Ying and the names of people around the table, she knows, everyone else's impression is very vague.
It may be the reason why the original owner does not like communication very much on weekdays and has been obscure.
At least Xi Xi must first familiarize the names of the whole class. What if the girl who needs her help to counterattack is in this class?
Xi Gang walked to the blackboard and pretended to wipe the blackboard. In fact, he went to see the seat table posted on the podium.
Each class will have such a seat gauge under the chalk box, so that the teacher who comes to the class asks the classmates to stand up and answer questions.
After all, other than the main teacher, the memory of other teachers may not be so strong, after all, not every day.
And even if you are the main teacher, you don't necessarily remember the names of every student.
So it's normal to have a list containing the names of all the students.
Xi Zheng looked at the roster while cleaning the platform.