Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 286 The male theologian is in my house 6
Xin He lowered her head in frustration.

It is impossible to invite parents.

Otherwise, her plan to fight for the family property would be aborted before it was born.

Xin He took out the draft paper, lay her head on her stomach, and looked distressed.

The multiple-choice questions were covered casually, and the tip of the pen stopped when it was the turn of the short-answer questions.

She can't even understand the title, what should she do?
Suddenly, a green voice came from my ear: "The answer is 2 to the nth power."

Xin He was taken aback when she heard the words, she turned her head and saw that Fu Lou's eyes were on her test paper, "Are you talking to me?"

Fu Lou's gaze shifted from the test paper to Xin He's face, looked at the girl's blank eyes, and smiled, "Yeah."

The boy's breath was clear, and there was a faint smile on his lips, very approachable.

Xin He was stunned for a while, but after a few seconds she realized that she quickly lowered her head, responded softly, and then filled in the answer that Fu Lou just said.

After writing a question, Xinhe continued to get stuck, struggling for a few seconds, and just about to turn around to ask Fu Lou, when he heard the boy's voice continue to ring: "-1."

One person says the answer and one person writes the answer.

In less than 1 minute, all the short answer questions were written.

When it was the big question's turn, Xinhe was a little hesitant, and the big question required steps.

It was impossible for Fu Lou to help her, the handwriting alone was different.

It seems a bit unrealistic to ask him to write on the draft paper and then copy it for himself?

So, Xinhe turned to the short-answer questions on the second paper. She looked at Fu Lou, her eyebrows curved and her voice soft and sticky: "Fu Lou, just tell me the answers to these short-answer questions. I can choose whatever you want. Damn, I’ll check it out on my phone later.”

Just as Fu Lou was about to speak, a sharp voice suddenly interjected: "Student Fu, you don't need to waste time teaching this kind of person. She deserves to be asked to be a parent. A bottom-notch student has no right to stay in our sprint class."

Jian Zhitong stood beside the man and said, "Xixi, don't talk about it, my sister just doesn't like to attend classes. I believe she won't hold back our class after this time."

Guo Xixi said with a look of disdain: "Tongtong, don't speak for Jian Xinhe, she just can't support the wall with mud, the teachers in our class are all elites in the school, and they can still pass the exam in such a teaching environment. Isn’t it stupid? Every monthly exam with such a small score drags our class down.”

If you don't mention this, everyone hasn't felt it yet. When Jian Zhitong mentioned it, many people frowned, obviously thinking the same as Guo Xi.

"Are you the first grader?"

After Guo Xixi finished speaking, Fu Lou suddenly raised his head to look at her, his face full of sarcasm.

Guo Xixi was taken aback by Fu Lou's words, thinking that he had misheard: "What?"

Fu Lou didn't look at Guo Xixi again, he glanced at the questions on Xin He's test paper, reached out and tore off a piece of scratch paper from his notebook, and then wrote the answer on the scratch paper.

"That doesn't seem to be the case. You are neither the first in the grade nor the No.1 in the whole class. Are you superior? You have self-knowledge. If you haven't even done this, then..."

Fu Lou didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood the meaning behind it.

Not fit to be a human...

Guo Xixi naturally understood, and her face felt awkward.

"Sister, Xixi did not mean it, please don't argue with her. I apologize to you on her behalf, so please forgive her."

(End of this chapter)