100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Kaloy has paid great attention to the quality of teaching in recent years.

Especially in Class F, these teachers are very dedicated and strict with everyone. They hate students who don't do their homework well.

Originally, their family background and talents were not as good as those of the children in Class A, so how could they not study hard?

Jinhuan was also stunned. Oops, I forgot about this!

Kaloy, if nothing else, is really rich, and the podium is a huge projector.

The teacher will turn on the projector and shine her six homework books on it.

The classmates suddenly burst into laughter!

Can't control it at all.

The handwriting in the six homework books is indeed completely different. The most outrageous thing is that the Chinese homework book is written in wild cursive. The history homework book is actually written in regular script. Those who don’t know better think that the fonts on the "Duobao Pagoda Stele" have been engraved. Well, the geography test paper was written in thin gold font, and the "solution", hypothesis, and "answer" in the math homework were all written in running script...

Originally, everyone wanted to give face to the new classmates, so they should hold back, but this comparison, gripping and rubbing, is too cruel, and it is not easy for a peerless beauty to do it. This assignment is obviously ghostwritten, okay, laugh to death!

When has Jinhuan ever lost this person?

The little ears moved unnaturally.

However, I cannot admit it now.

So she stood up and said solemnly: "The political homework is written when I am not sleepy, so I used small regular script with hairpins. The history homework followed closely, using Yan style. The geography homework was a little sleepy at the time, so I wrote it accidentally. Over time, the math homework was too easy and I wrote it faster and faster. I was the last one to write the Chinese homework, so I scribbled wildly if I wanted to hurry up. The English homework was done when I got up in the morning, so I shouldn’t use too much fancy."

I have to say that there is nothing wrong with this explanation, but...the teacher doesn't believe it.

"Okay, then come up and demonstrate."

Jinhuan: ...What about the most basic trust between people?

But people from the flower country don’t lie to people from the flower country.

Tang Qingyun looked at Jin Huan worriedly.

The person involved had nothing to fear and went on stage openly.

Don't tell me, she really knows these fonts.

Use chalk to write each paragraph on the blackboard.

To be honest, the writing is better than the one in the homework!

"Teacher, if there is anything else you want to see, I will write it for you."

head teacher:......

After it was over, the head teacher took her hand and apologized to her.

Jinhuan waved his hand and said generously that it didn't matter.

The main thing is that this thing is really not her homework.

But when I go back in the evening, I need to communicate with the ghost who wrote Kuangcao. Who can see this ghost-drawing talisman? It's so outrageous.

Tang Qingyun pulled her to enjoy, the admiration in her eyes was self-evident.

"Jinhuan, you are so awesome!"

"It's not bad!" Although she said that, the corners of the little girl's mouth were already curled up, and her hard training was not in vain.

Many students in the class gathered around to talk to Jinhuan, praising her for being beautiful, smart, writing well, and so on.

Jin Huan felt that these little ants had sweet mouths, and they didn't seem so annoying anymore, so she gave them a generous smile.

If there was a BGM here, it would be "It's heart-pounding, you can't avoid the bad eyes..."

Su Hui was leaning on the railing outside and looking at Jin Huan in the window, feeling equally crazy and excited.

Class C of the third year of high school.

Zhen Mei took out a small mirror and looked at herself.

"System, I feel like I'm a little green."

"No, you saw it wrong. It must be because of the light now."

It is inevitable that there will be bugs flying in the classroom.

When a fly flew in front of her, she subconsciously stuck out her tongue and rolled it into her mouth.

next second.

"vomit~vomit~"

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