His Wife Calls The Shots

When I walked over, I saw three desks on the side of the corridor outside the third grade (Class 1). There were already two boys sitting there, one was looking in the mirror to get his haircut, and the other was looking into the window motionlessly. Know who you are looking at.

Anyway, no one reads the math book on the desktop.

Seriously pointing to the empty space and said to Tang Qianmin: "Now, you sit here, the three of you will be here for the next week, feel the learning atmosphere of the key class, and think about your future path."

"Especially you, Shi Cheng'an, don't think that your family situation is good and you can just ignore it. That is your father's generation. If you don't want others to add your father's name as a prefix when introducing you, you have to work hard from now on."

"Don't think I'm not you, Xu Youzheng, you're not a girl, what kind of picture do you take with a broken mirror, looking for lice eggs?"

After that, she looked at Tang Qianfan with sharp eyes, "Tang Qianfan, there are three places here, and you are a girl. Do you know that you are ashamed? If you know, just give me a good reflection on my behavior."

The three of them were quiet, and the thirty-two students inside seemed to be staring at the textbook intently, but in fact, their ears were already vertical.

After training the three people, the class bell rang, and Yan Su took the textbooks and lesson plans into a class and started the class.

Tang Qianxiang continued to take out the bracelet and knit it, and the breeze hit, with a fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

In the class, students began to rush to answer questions raised by Yan Su.

In the corridor, Tang Qianyan received a note secretly handed over from under the table by the front table.

She glanced at the shiny back of Xu Youzheng's head, but did not answer.

Xu Youzheng shook, taking advantage of Yan Su's writing skills, turned around and put the note on her desk.

The jammed paper is pink with the image of Peppa Pig printed on it. In the middle of the jammed paper, there is a line of writing that is not too handsome--

Too boring, play idiom solitaire, you first come out

Qian Mian ignored it and continued the knitting work in his hands.

A few seconds later, Xu Youzheng turned around to take the jam away, glanced around, and then said: "Why don't you write? Can't think of it? Then I will let Ang go out first."

Stop, turn around and pat Shi Chengan on the shoulder.

Shi Chengan was holding his chin, staring at Feng Chuchu's profile with drunken expression, and was suddenly photographed, feeling unhappy.

Turning around, he grabbed the jammed paper and threw it aside.

Then continue to stare at Feng Chuchu sideways.

The people in it were looking down and doing the classwork that Yan Su wrote on the whiteboard, all of them were serious.

These questions were not difficult for Lin Wenyulai. She finished writing in five minutes, and then turned to look outside the corridor.

It happened to see Xu Youzheng handing a note to Tang Qianfan.

She withdrew her gaze, and a touch of thought flashed across her eyes.

One class passed quickly, and Tang Qianyan's bracelet was basically 90% complete.

She didn't continue to knit the material because of the shortcomings, and put it back in her pocket.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Xu Youzheng stretching and putting his head on her desk.

"Oh-it's finally over, it's suffocating me."

After the moaning ended, he didn't get up either, with his head resting on Tang Qian's desk, looking at her with raised eyes, and saying, "Have you finished the question?"

Tang Qianyan tilted his eyes at the question on the whiteboard, "I didn't do it."

Xu Youzheng said "ha", straightened up, and turned around with his own draft, "I have done two questions, you haven't done a single one?"

"Well, I didn't do it." Tang Qianyan was meaningless.

Xu Youzheng put the draft in front of her, "Then you quickly copy it, or you will be too much grasped by Master Yan for a while, and you will definitely have no place to show up."

Then, I pointed to the first question, and said: "I'm very sure of this. I just passed Baidu, and I found a similar one and copied it down. At least half of the points can be scored!"

"This question... you will just copy it. I didn't think of the third question. I'll go see Brother Ang's."

Then, he turned to find Shi Cheng'an's notebook to see that the other party was no longer in his seat, and he had slipped into the class to find Feng Chuchu.

Qianmiao lowered his eyes and scanned the crooked words roughly, couldn't help but picked up a red pen and circled a few places on it, without writing anything.

"Cousin, did you do two questions?"

Lin Wenyu suddenly stood beside her seat, looking down at the draft book in her hand.