Reborn Japan as the group leader

Looking back, Fujiwara saw that the professor's face was only less than ten centimeters away from him. His eyes were still wide open and his face was expressionless, without blinking at all. He reached out and took the cheat sheet, "What is this?"

Fujiwara subconsciously turned his head to ask for help, but when he saw everyone showing contempt for him, they all turned their heads.

"Fuck, what about working together as agreed?" Fujiwara shouted with tears streaming down his face.

With a sound of "snap", the professor took a seal and stuck it on Fujiwara's forehead, printed the three big characters "unqualified", announcing that Fujiwara failed the course.

Fujiwara knelt down on the ground weakly, crying silently, and the pocket money for the next month was gone again.

Finally recovering, Iori turned her head to look, shook her head, showing a regretful expression.

The professor has been watching the group of people who might cheat. Iori and Kohei are only wearing underwear, so it is unlikely to cheat. The most important thing is the rest...

In the following time, the professor kept walking back and forth between the seats, but everyone could feel the scan-like gaze, and there was no chance to open the cheat sheet to read it.

Chapter 63 The Coriander Controversy

After being stared at by the professor for more than ten minutes, everyone felt that the professor's sight temporarily stopped scanning.

Knowing that the opportunity was hard to come by, Nojima immediately opened his arm slightly and took out the note.

"Fuck!" Nojima tore up the note and threw it on the table next to him with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?" Gengping asked.

"I'm sweating too much, I'm drenched," Nojima shook his head, "I can't read the handwriting clearly..."

"Hahaha... idiot!" Geng Ping grinned, "It's so hot on your wrist."

The professor strolled back to stand on the podium.

The quiet atmosphere in the examination room made the already hot weather even more stuffy.

Even Iori and Kohei, who were naked, felt sweaty already.

The professor went down and strolled around again, then walked back to the podium.

"Hmm..." This um contains at least three tones, "Everyone did very poorly in the exam... It's almost impossible to escape the result of failing the exam..."

"Damn, what can we do?" Nojima complained in a low voice, "The place of the test is clearly different from the focus of the painting, okay?"

"Well, let's give you some sub-questions." The professor held the podium with both hands, and said with a blank expression, "I will talk about some things that I usually talk about in class, and you will translate them into German and write them on the back of the test paper."

"Oh?" Nojima looked surprised, "Professor, you are a good person!"

Iori and Kohei didn't cheer so much, maybe they were cheated too much, and they instinctively felt that it wasn't such a good thing.

But since the professor has said this, let's follow along.

"The first sentence," the professor looked around the classroom with big eyes, "rheumatic heart disease."

"Fuck, isn't this a mechanical term?" Geng Ping's face was darkened, "Come and teach him what it means to send sub-questions!"

"The second sentence," the professor's voice sounded again, "the naked man holding a banana."

"Fuck? What the hell are you talking about in class?" Yizhi felt as if he had missed a lot of things with a black line on his face.

"The third sentence," the professor paused with his expression unchanged, "James Thomas."

With a "snap", Iori and Genghei threw their pens on the table at the same time, "Scumbag! This is obviously English, okay?"

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The next day, the test results came out, and the test papers of Iori and others were randomly placed on the table. The highest score, Iori, was [-] points.

The lowest is Yamamoto, with eleven points, and the rest are all in between.

"Alas..." Iori and the others all sighed heavily, and sat on the chair without saying a word.

"It's okay." Fujiwara, who failed the exam because of cheating, smiled at everyone, "Although I feel sorry for you too, let's work hard together during the make-up exam!"

"Hmm..." The professor who was still in the forgiving suit sighed on the podium, "Everyone did very badly in the exam this time, so if you score more than [-] points, you can count as good."

"Oh?" Yizhi and the others' eyes lit up, and they raised their heads to look at the professor, "Really?"

"Great!"

"yeah!"

The professor walked out of the classroom expressionlessly with his eyes wide open.

"It's okay!" Everyone turned their heads and smiled at the bewildered Fujiwara, "Just work hard during the make-up exam."

"Pfft..." Fujiwara spit out a big mouthful of blood, lay down on the table and burst into tears.

In the last row of seats, Qiansha held her test paper and looked at them with a helpless expression.

There is a bright red number, 83, written on Qiansha's test paper.

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In the evening, Iori and Kohei returned to the store and found that there were not many people today.

Except for Tokita Shinji, Juryu Jiro, and Hamaoka Azusa, almost none of the other seniors were there.

Aina Yoshihara was also there, and a group of people were sitting around a table. In addition to various wines, there was also a cake on the table.

"Is anyone's birthday?" Iori asked while sitting on a chair.

"It's Mana's birthday," Azusa Hamaoka brushed her hair and smiled, "So there are no members who don't know her well today."

"Is that so..." Genghei sat next to Iori, turned his head calmly, "Is the slingshot enough? "

"No, that thing is too weak," Yizhi shook his head, and took out a stack of [-] yuan bills, "Go and buy two pneumatic launchers!"

"You two!" Qiansha turned her head and said coldly, "Don't discuss how to throw the cake so seriously, it's for eating."

Iori and Kohei shrugged, each opened a can of beer and took a sip.

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At night, all the lights in the shop were extinguished, only the ring of candles on the cake gave off a bright fire.Shining on Mana's face wearing a paper crown.

At this moment, Mana was clasping her hands, closing her eyes and making a wish to the candle with a serious face, while the others surrounded her clapping their hands and singing birthday songs.

"Happy birthday to you..."

"Huh—" Mana blew out the candle directly.