Yun Xia knew why the class teacher was looking for her. After all, I'm in my third year of high school, and the consequences of handing in blank papers are quite serious...
She swaggered to the door of the office, stopped to think about it, and restrained her attitude wisely, knocked on the door honestly, pushed the door open and walked in.
The office is not a single room, and there are teachers from different classes in it.
Yun Xia walked up to her homeroom teacher, her round eyes glanced at the white scroll on his desk.
When the head teacher saw her, he was very angry and funny, and slapped the paper in front of her: "Can't do one question? All the classmates in the class have done at least half of the paper. If nothing else, the first two questions are given as sub-questions. Do you want to write it down?"
Yun Xia didn't speak, but glanced at him.
The girl was delicate and soft, and her dimples looked very cute. The head teacher sighed, unable to express his anger, so he could only speak earnestly.
"You're already in the third year of high school. The college entrance examination will affect your whole life. If you don't have a good foundation, it doesn't matter. If you don't have a good attitude, you will have no chance at all."
Yun Xia raised her head, "I didn't write this paper on purpose."
"Huh?" The homeroom teacher was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that there was something inside the handing in the blank paper? If it's sick or something, it's barely understandable.
His face softened a little, "Then tell me, why did you hand in a blank paper?"
The little girl stared at him with round eyes, with a serious expression, "The questions are too simple, I am too lazy to write."
head teacher:"… "
He slapped the table and roared, "Yun Xia!"
The Great Demon King glanced at him inexplicably.
What are you doing so loudly
She wasn't talking nonsense.
Just at this moment, there was a knock on the office door.
A slender hand pushed open the door, and a fair-skinned and beautiful young man walked in, raised his eyes, and his cold eyes happened to meet Yun Xia's.
The young man's expression was slightly cold and indifferent, he glanced at her and then moved away.
He stepped over and put a stack of materials on the head teacher's desk, and said in a flat voice, "This is my substitute material, I'll let you have a look first."
Although the teacher in the third year of high school was busy and made an exception to let a student substitute for the class, Jiang Heng's level was definitely up to par. But he politely took the materials first, so that the head teacher could understand the content of the substitute class.
This attitude is rigorous and serious, and he has always been a calm and good student, the head teacher couldn't help but be more satisfied.
So when he saw Jiang Heng, the head teacher changed his amiable expression: "You don't need to show me the information, I don't know your level yet? You just need to prepare well."
The boy nodded slightly.
He was originally out of politeness, but now he raised his white fingers, picked up the documents, and prepared to leave.
There are good students for comparison, and the head teacher hates iron for being weak: "Yun Xia, look at Jiang Heng, you only need to be half as sensible as someone else."
Yun Xia glanced at the young man.
He lowered his eyes, his snow-white cuffs protruded from his delicate wrist bones, each finger was white and beautiful, his clothes were neat and wrinkle-free, and his style buttons were also meticulous. He was a standard high-cold and good student.
After hearing what the head teacher said, he also raised his eyes, gave her a flat look, then lowered his eyes coldly, took the materials and left.
Yun Xia pursed her lips, "How do you know I'm not as good as him? I used to let him go. At worst, he would give me a question on the spot. If I can't do it, I'll be considered a loser."
She said that she thought it was feasible, so she stretched out her small hand and grabbed Jiang Heng.
She only grabbed the corner of the opponent's clothes, and the slender boy stopped, his neckline was slightly tilted, and half of his white collarbone was exposed under the collar.
(end of this chapter)