My Empress is My Bad Girl

Although Zhou Chuchu's temperament was a bit introverted, he was also depressed by the squad leader at the moment.

She murmured: "The internet celebrity robbed you of your money, or what happened to you, the reaction is so big. Why can't I be an internet celebrity for a lifetime. Can an internet celebrity not be an old lady, it has to be a young and beautiful girl?"

"Well said, Zhou Chuchu! Become a tens of millions of Internet celebrities in the future to show the monitor, earn her a lifetime's money in a year!"

A boy applauded.

Zhou Chuchu blushed instantly and fled to his seat with the bag in his arms.

There was a giggle of laughter in the class.

At this moment, a male teacher walked in, thin and tall, pale, wearing glasses, and a gloomy expression.

He saw Zhao Yuanjing, as if stunned, and then frowned: "Zhao Xiaojing, your hair was cut very well. But why did you skip class yesterday? Forget it, anyway, your grades are poor and you can't learn when sitting in the classroom. Go back to your seat."

He waved his hand, apparently he hadn't had any hope for Zhao Xiaojing.

Zhao Yuanjing glanced away, and there was an empty spot in the last shot.

He thought, that's Zhao Xiaojing's position.

He walked over and sat down, and as expected, no one responded.

There are about fifty students in the classroom, each with a small table, crowded and crowded.

The classroom is bright and clean, but a little shabby.

After Zhao Yuanjing observed the environment, he felt someone poking him next to him.

He turned his head and saw a ridiculous, grinning face.

"Hi, Zhao Xiaojing, how much money did you get in the Hanfu competition?"

Ears were erected immediately around.

Zhao Yuanjing said indifferently: "Not much."

"I've seen the rules of the game. I said that the first prize has a prize of 100,000 yuan!" The boy tilted his body and looked at him, "You must have scored a lot."

"so what?"

"Make so much money, don't you ask us to have a meal?"

"No please."

"Hey, are you brave now, dare to refuse us?" The boy winked at the surrounding boys.

Immediately, a fat and strong boy kicked his chair.

If you are an ordinary student, you will have to be kicked to the ground by the person with the chair.

However, Zhao Yuanjing is not Zhao Xiaojing.

He lifted his foot, easily stopped the opponent, and at the same time slightly exerted a force, squeezing a thousand kilograms—

Boom—

The boy brought the table together and fell to the ground.

The desk was pressed on the boy, and the boy groaned.

Kong Jiaming, the head teacher in front of the class, who was talking to the monitor, turned his head in surprise and became furious when he saw this scene.

He shouted: "What are you doing? Sun Qixuan, you go out and stand for me!"

The other boys hurriedly stepped forward to help him up the table.

Sun Qixuan hummed and got up, staring at Zhao Yuanjing.

The head teacher pointed to his nose: "What are you rubbing against? Still not going out! Do you want me to call your parents again?"

Sun Qixuan had to go out and stand obediently.

Kong Jiaming hated iron and steel and scolded: "You are the last few in the class, and your grades are slow. You are always naughty! Are you worthy of your parents’ hard-earned money for your studies? Don’t study hard? , What future can you have in the future?"

Fu Chenxing, the foolish boy, said with a grin: "Mr. Kong, did you study well at the beginning? If you read well, don’t you also come to teach us such a bad class, who was scolded by the director? Then I think study hard. It doesn't mean anything."