Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 221 Teacher, Are You A Gentleman (23)

Chapter 221 Teacher, Are You A Gentleman (23)

After doing her homework, she felt drowsy, so Wei Qianluo decided to pay for her homework.

"Ster, come here." Wei Qianluo waved to Feist.

"Which question won't you?" Pfister asked.

"Boom."

Pfister covered his kissed left cheek in a daze, at a loss.

"My kiss is magical and will bring you good luck. That's it, I fell asleep."

"Homework..." Pfister's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It doesn't matter." Wei Qianluo acted foolishly, and she lay down on the bed to see what Pfister could do with him.

Pfister looked at him helplessly, thoughtfully.

*

the next night.

"Ste, are you still friends?"

Looking at this pile of homework, Wei Qianluo's heart turned cold, and she suddenly felt suspicious of life.

So much homework...

Wei Qianluo trembled.

"I protest, the size is too large."

"Protesting is invalid, who told you that your foundation is unstable, read more about political history."

"Is it really okay for you to take over the tasks of other teachers? The school will not pay you more."

"I want to do my best to make this class better," Pfister said.

"Okay." Wei Qianluo surrendered in a second.

Silently fighting against homework, suffering from headaches and drowsiness, Wei Qianluo did it from six o'clock to ten o'clock.

After writing.

Wei Qianluo said, it's unbelievable that my hand didn't cripple emmm.

If Xu Xuxu can't win this effort, it will be very embarrassing.

Although she has a good foundation, she usually studies hard.

But Wei Qianluo's hard work in the past two months was no less than Xu Xuxu's.

The head teacher gave birth to a baby, and seeing how well Pfister manages the class, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Pfister persuaded her: "I don't have to worry about here, Teacher Fang, let's go back and recharge your batteries first."

"Okay." Teacher Fang looked at Pfister gratefully.

*

There is a learning atmosphere in the class.

Forced out by Pfister.

Although Pfister looks like a bully, he can't pull back his obsession like a cow.

The student wearing black gold glasses frowned, his thoughts were complicated and restless.

Ge Cheng—one of the top students in the class, is serious, taciturn, and unsmiling, and is firmly in the top three in the class.

The emotions in the eyes are complex, treacherous and changeable, sometimes struggling, sometimes violent.

[The host pays attention to Ge Cheng. 】

Although she didn't understand what it meant, Wei Qianluo complied.

He secretly observed Ge Cheng's recent whereabouts, and there was nothing suspicious.

But still can not let down vigilance.

Finally, a week before the exam, Ge Cheng broke out.

Built-up anger and frustration.

Just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ge Cheng dropped the pen that was spinning in his hand, and his lips stretched into a line.

He almost strode out of the classroom, feeling a little anxious and in a hurry.

Seeing this, Wei Qianluo quietly followed,
Suddenly, Ge Cheng stopped.

Wei Qianluo turned her eyes to the plaque curiously.

It's Pfister's office!
Wei Qianluo was wondering, when Ge Cheng pushed the door open and entered.

Pfister's eyes flashed when he heard the door open.

"Student Ge Cheng, what's the matter?"

"Speak up."

Between Lightning and Flint.

Ge Cheng took out the dagger in his pocket, and stabbed Pfister violently.

With an exclamation held in his throat, Pfister subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.

I haven't felt pain for a long time.

Pfister opened his eyes in surprise.

Wei Qianluo turned her head slowly, "Ste, are you okay?"

"At this time, I should be the one asking if you're okay... Aze, why are you so stupid." Pfister's heart was pounding, both the nervousness of encountering a crisis and...unspeakable throbbing.

[Pfister favorability +20, current favorability is 90. 】

 together.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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