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

The teacher walked in and swept around the classmates in the classroom.

Holding a pile of test papers in his hand, he walked up to the podium, coughed, and said, "The scores for this test are out."

"I believe everyone still remembers what I said before the exam, and copied each wrong word a hundred times."

"However, this time the question is rather difficult. I read the answer sheets of most of the students and decided to change the method."

"Students with more than [-] points, each mistake can only be copied ten times, and those with less than [-] points should copy each one a hundred times."

……

Sentence after sentence of intentional nonsense, Ling Chi's nerves.

What the hell!

Can't this old man just give it a treat? !What ten times a hundred times!

Song Le exuded who am I and where am I? I am very bad. Every minute, he sent his death stare to the old English man who was still talking on the podium.

hemp eggs.

Song Le, who was gradually being hypnotized and fell asleep in the impatient anger, finally heard the old man start to report his grades when he was dying.

It can be said that in a sense, it is waiting until the end of time.

Immediately, Song Le's drowsiness disappeared, and he stared at the stack of test papers with wide eyes.

First of all, the first one is...

The old man said angrily: "The No.1 student in our class this time is Bai Yiyi, the only one who is silently correct."

"Full score!"

Immediately the whole class was amazed, this time the words were very biased, especially easy to confuse, I didn't expect that someone could get them all right!

It's still the new girl who looks very western.

Many eyes immediately turned to Bai Yiyi.

Bai Yiyi's eyes were full of pride. She had been studying in a bilingual school since she was a child.

Although my grades in school are not very good, but in this ignorant mountain, it is a piece of cake to deal with this kind of rote exam, okay?

Bai Yiyi smiled shyly, her vanity was greatly satisfied in the warm and surprised applause.

Song Le didn't care, she just paid close attention to her score.

Yi Luoguan's name passed by, at least he managed to capture himself.

"Song Le, 89 points."

"..."

What did the old man say before?

More than [-] points, copy each ten times, right?

is not it? !

So what does this 89 points mean?

Is the old man dissatisfied with her?

Song Le...

One hundred times and one thousand one hundred times can be said to be very disregarding the friendship between teachers and students.

Song Le's face turned black, and she was forced to accept the sympathetic gazes of everyone in the class.

During this period of time, even though she was so cold, vile, and unkind, there were still people who were not afraid of death to get close to her.

More than one.

None of them seemed to know how cruel she was.

After class, Song Le put on a cold look of keeping strangers away.

But still many people traveled thousands of miles to sympathize with her.

"Song Le, mourning."

...Sad ass.

"It's okay, be strong, there are still a bunch of 89's in our class, you are not alone."

... Lonely sister!

"Do you want to copy it for me? I can help you share half of it."

"Me too."

"..."

However, Bai Yiyi, who was obviously No.1, was by her side, but no one cared about her.

She clenched her fists and was extremely annoyed. Even though her grades were so unsatisfactory, there were still so many people rushing forward? !

On the other side, Song Le refused uncomfortably. Just as he was about to say that I have someone to help, he caught a glimpse of an old English man at the back door of the classroom.

Immediately said righteously: "Help me copy the fart, don't I have hands?"

……

In the evening, Song Le, who had hands, sat at his desk with Ye Han.

One person holds a piece of paper, and one piece of paper can copy [-] copies.

While copying vigorously, Song Le said angrily, "Why!"

"Isn't it easy for me a hundred times?"

"The soul is pale!"

"...I am so wronged to be paralyzed!"