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

Due to the solid foundation, Song Le did not take too much effort to attend the lectures, and took a lot of notes.

It's just that, in the last physics class, the physics teacher who likes to ask someone to get up to answer the questions, happened to spot her.

Song Le just happened to have gone through the solution of the big problem in his mind, and saw the physics teacher's smiling eyes fell on her, paused, and stood up.

Seeing that it was her, the students hurriedly prepared to speak to help explain the reason.

Song Le thought for a while, quickly wrote down a few large characters in the sketchbook, and nervously showed it to the physics teacher.

I saw the sketchbook read: Teacher, can I write the process directly?

Coupled with the explanations from the students, the physics teacher suddenly realized, expressed his understanding, and nodded readily: "Of course, no problem."

Then with a smile on his face, he made a gesture for her to go to the podium with anticipation.

——This question is quite difficult. Just when I was thinking about which classmate’s name to click, I saw a group of students who bowed their heads and pretended to think, but couldn’t think of it and frowning. Only this little girl looked at the question on the blackboard and thought about it carefully. with.

Song Le didn't know the teacher's intentions, but sincerely felt: Can't you just stop answering questions all year because you can't speak?

Not knowing if she inherited the original owner's sense of insecurity, she subconsciously walked up with a sketchbook.

Holding the chalk, carefully write the steps of solving the problem on the blackboard step by step.

Due to malnutrition and frailty, she is a bit short, barely crossing the 1.6-meter threshold.

With an exceptionally slender back, wrapped in a loose school uniform, the hair falling on the shoulders is soft, and the whole person is like a small ball.

At this moment, Lin Rui was working overtime on that damned [-]-word self-criticism. He inadvertently raised his head and found that the figure on the podium was a little cute.

"……"no response.

It's a little bad when people change their minds: life is not challenging, but Jiang Lin is... so f***ing a mind, if this continues, I'm afraid he will sleep into a monster, right?

Lin Rui held his forehead and poked it again.

Poke, poke.Damn it was still awake, Lin Rui got angry and kicked his... stool.

Nonsense, let him kick Jiang Lin, even if he borrowed ten more courage, he would not dare.

"..." But at any rate, this time I finally had some reaction.

Jiang Lin's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, with a cold expression, he stared at him unhappy, lowered his voice, and said coolly, "Do you want me to chop off this foot for you?"

Lin Rui suffocated for a second, then put on an expression of 'I'm so scared', then smiled and gave him a look and said: "Look, that one, small and soft, is it your favorite type?"

"Boring." Jiang Lin planned to switch sides and continue sleeping.

Lin Rui is like this, the more unwilling you are, the more energetic he will be.

In the end, Jiang Lin got a headache from his chatter, so he could only glance at the podium impatiently.

It happened that the little man had finished writing, so he put the chalk back seriously and walked back to his seat.

Jiang Lin withdrew his gaze, met Lin Rui's excited eyes, expressionless, and said, "It's too ugly."

Lin Rui: "..."

#This person's operation is always suffocating#

Glancing at him with disgust, he said, "Okay, okay, okay, you fucking shouldn't have come down here."

After answering the question, the physics teacher browsed through it and was very satisfied. After a few compliments, he began to explain the process of Song Le's writing.

Lin Rui counted the words in the grid and continued to write the review, but before writing a few sentences, he couldn't stay idle again, and glanced at Jiang Lin, who had mostly lost his sleepiness.