100 ways to be a scumbag boss

His voice trembled slightly, and he couldn't hide the embarrassment in his eyes: "Brother Hui asked me to give it to you."

She looked in the direction of the male classmate's finger. Su Hui lazily leaned on the railing and smiled to herself.

The golden sunlight fell, leaving a cool radiance on his hair, eyelashes, and stubble around his lips.

Suddenly I felt that this annoying guy was pretty good-looking.

She didn't want to talk to him today, but feeling the coolness of the iced milk tea, Jin Huan suddenly wanted to drink it, so she didn't go back.

He only told the male classmate who passed the news to express his gratitude to Su Hui on his behalf, and said that the money would be transferred to Su Hui on the v letter.

The male classmate went out dizzy.

Su Hui was very happy to see her accepting the milk tea he bought, but the transfer information on his phone made his joy drop a bit.

Jinhuan inserted the straw and took a sip. Well, it was sweet and comfortable!

Seeing that the milk tea bought by this annoying guy was delicious, Jin Huan gave him a sweet smile.

The sudden critical attack instantly dispelled all the haze in Su Hui's heart. It was sweet, sweeter than eating honey. He was so happy that he didn't know what to do.

The love he had when he was young was really passionate. Many years later, when Su Hui thought of this period, he still felt very sweet. Although he went crazy and heartbroken, the previous period really burned up all the passion in his life. .

Jinhuan felt less sleepy after drinking the milk tea. She bit her pen and stared at the blank textbook in a daze, suddenly not knowing what to do.

Out of boredom, she took a pen and drew on the back of the book cover.

Tang Yin had taught her that the fountain pen was not as smooth as the writing brush. Although the man was more romantic, he was not as talented.

"Wow, Jin Huan, you are so beautiful!" When the team leader of her row came over to collect the homework, she was shocked to see the painting Jin Huan had drawn on the cover.

The landscape was magnificent. Although the painting was not very detailed, she actually felt the word artistic conception in such an essay.

Jinhuan curled her lips. She could draw better if she used a brush and rice paper.

Class was about to begin, and she could only finish with a few hasty steps.

The team leader looked at her steadily, his eyes shining brightly, blinking the word "desire".

"what happened?"

"Little Fairy Jinhuan, Huanhuan, so Huanhuan, I want it too, can you draw one for me in the book?"

Facing cute humans, this was not a difficult task, so Jin Huan agreed.

The next class was math class, and she happened to not want to listen, so she asked the group leader to give her the Chinese textbook and teach the class herself.

The group leader handed her his book.

Math class has begun.

Ji Huan didn't even raise his head. The textbooks in front of him were like building the Great Wall.

She is concentrating on painting Wu Song fighting a tiger.

Nowadays, students have a misunderstanding. They feel that if the books are raised higher or a handout is blocked in front, the teacher will not be able to see them on the podium. In fact, this is not the case at all. The teacher can see you clearly on the podium.

For example, Shen Jinhuan is now on the job openly and openly, and there is actually a Chinese language document on the math desk. It's so outrageous!

"Student Shen Jinhuan, please come up and solve this problem."

Jinhuan stood up, glanced at the topic, and walked slowly to the podium.

Take the chalk and start writing.

The teacher was stunned for a moment when he saw that the solution to the problem was clear and the answer was perfect.

Her original intention was just to let the child listen carefully and not do anything else in class, but this perfect and concise answering process made her speechless.

"Teacher, it's alright."

"Okay, you go down. You are smart. Try not to do anything else in class from now on."

"Okay, teacher."

The word "Jin Huan" comes up again. It seems that teachers in various subjects are becoming more tolerant of "Jin Huan".

She returned to her seat and stayed calm for a while, but she felt sleepy if she wasn't allowed to do anything else...

Fifteen minutes later, the math teacher looked at Jinhuan who was asleep and fell silent. He might as well let her draw.

When we went to the cafeteria in the evening, Su Hui followed.

Tang Qingyun felt a little uncomfortable. She couldn't completely ignore Su Hui like Jin Huan did.

"Huanhuan, try this, it's delicious."

"No, I want to eat that one." Jinhuan pointed to a window with a lot of people queuing up.

She didn't know what was sold there, but it must be delicious with so many people queuing up.

"Okay, I'll go buy it for you."

"Wait a minute." Jinhuan grabbed him and asked Tang Qingyun to take out the meal card he put on her place and hand it to Su Hui: "Use this to swipe."

Su Hui:......

But it's a big improvement that she doesn't resent having dinner with her, so you shouldn't expect too much.

The one with the long queue sells fried yogurt.

Su Hui bought two portions, one for enjoyment and one for Tang Qingyun. He didn't like this stuff.

After Jinhuan took a bite, he silently pushed the box to Su Hui.

She may not like eating this kind of food.

"do not like?"

"Ah."

"Shall I help you eat?"

"Ok!"

"Okay." Su Hui was quite happy. He didn't like eating this stuff originally, but this was what she gave him.

The interaction between the two in the cafeteria was filmed by students and posted on the school forum. Soon the building was built very high.

The romance of a popular figure in school always attracts everyone's attention.

The class group of Class C is also discussing this matter.

Cheng Shiqiu accidentally glanced at the word "Jin Huan", his heart skipped a beat, and he clicked in to take a look.

A picture comes into view.

His fingers holding the phone tightened little by little.

At night he went out to the corridor to get some fresh air, and happened to meet Su Hui who had returned triumphantly in the spring breeze.

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