Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le had just transmigrated to this plane when he was hit on the head.

Ouch, it hurts—

She looked up and saw a serious middle-aged woman with curly hair and wearing a black square frame, with a textbook rolled up in her hand, and a whole classroom of students who looked at her with no surprise.

The woman had a headache and said, "Song Le!"

"……arrive."

"You let me sleep in class again! Stand in the back and listen to the class." A voice that hates iron but can't make steel.

Song Le was like a dumb man eating Coptis chinensis, unable to tell the pain, so he nodded, picked up the math book on the table, and walked to the back of the classroom.

Unexpectedly, before turning around, he was stopped again.

"Teacher...?" Song Le blinked.

"! This is a Chinese class!" The woman looked like she was about to breathe fire.

The whole class burst into laughter, the only one who was indifferent was her handsome deskmate who looked like he had stepped out of a cartoon, still looking at her textbook without moving.

Song Le was speechless, so he had to go back and search for his brand new Chinese textbook.

"Where's the pen?" The woman looked more tired than she was.

Song Le pursed her lips, unable to find a pen, helpless, facing the eyes of the whole class, whispered to her deskmate: "That... can I borrow a pen?"

The deskmate listened, and the peach blossom eyes slightly raised at the corners of his eyes glanced at her coldly, and gave her the pen in his hand.

Song Le quickly thanked and left.

I came to the trash can alone and stood up.

I heard the teacher start teaching again.

Song Le happily thought: Sure enough, when I go back, I should sell the game console that is a good man!

"Host," said with a guilty conscience, "...how about accepting the plot and mission now?"

Song Le thought for a while, since she had nothing to do anyway, she said, "Okay."

——This plane is an ordinary campus plane.

The original owner was a... scumbag in the key class of the High School Attached to C University.

No, in fact, the learning characters should be removed, and it is called scum.

Don’t listen to class, sleep deeply, skipping class when the mood comes, it’s nothing to worry about, sometimes coerce and bribe good classmates to do homework for me, copy in the quiz, and continue to sleep in the big exam, a look of you and me He's middle school two is arrogant.

Now she is in the second year of high school, and after a year of teaching her, almost no teacher cares about her anymore, except Teacher Wang who is both the head teacher and the Chinese teacher.

And the object of her task this time is her deskmate - Xia Xuan, the school grass of the attached middle school.

He has been confessed since kindergarten, it can be said that he has been confessed since he was a child, but this person is so indifferent that he hardly speaks more than three words, so cold that the original owner sat at the same table with him for more than a year, and neither of them Say more than three sentences.

As for why the high-cold school grass who is the first grader is at the same table with the original owner who is the youngest.

That's probably because... this is the only person whose grades won't be affected by the original owner.

No matter how the original owner interferes, his grades are as stable as Mount Tai, and he will always be the first in the grade, approaching full marks.

awesome.

Song Le sighed inwardly, for this kind of existence like a god of learning, he could only say: Boss.

However, when she saw the task, Song Le was in a bad mood:

Task content: Bring Xia Xuan down, make him a scumbag among the scumbags, fail the college entrance examination, and lose his body and mind.

Task rewards: soft girl coins * 50000, full banquet * 1.

Do you accept the task?

Song Le: "!"

I do not.

A cruel voice sounded: "It is automatically accepted by default. If it is not completed, the task will continue to circulate until it is completed."

It was also accompanied by a protest of being a good man: "Hey, you scoundrel, don't threaten my host!"