My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Yuanjing looked up: "Teacher Extinction, what are you talking about?"

Qian Juan: "???"

She is not a fool. Of course she knows that because of her strictness and age, many students jokingly call her the extinction teacher.

However, she screamed secretly, she was too old to care about with children.

Is this in front of her?

It's too rampant!

Qian Juan's blue veins jumped on her forehead: "My surname is Qian, not extinct!"

"But they..."

"Are you stupid?" Qian Juan said with a sullen face, pointing his finger at his textbook, "I heard that you only scored 26 points on the monthly exam for the number of times. In my opinion, based on your grades, now look at mathematics. Books are meaningless."

Zhao Yuanjing asked seriously, "What makes sense then?"

"Looking at Chinese documents, memorizing poems, memorizing texts, and English words, there are some effects." Qian Juan said meaningfully, "My child, time is running out. It's a little bit to remember one thing. I can't remember it, too. Forget it, don’t force yourself to be too tight. After all, someone must go to a vocational school. Things at the bottom of the society always need people to do it. Who will do it?"

After listening to her nonsense, Zhao Yuanjing shook his head and lowered his head to continue reading.

Qian Juan took a breath: "Zhao Xiaojing, why don't you listen to what the teacher said?"

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Teacher Qian, since you think Zhao Xiaojing can only do the lowest level of physical work in the future, you are still wasting your lips and tongue."

Qian Juan listened to him strangely, not like a scumbag, but like an old pedant, she couldn't help but look at him more.

Ugh.

This child is really good.

With a pretty face, I can't help but make life a little bit softer.

Qian Juan is no exception.

"As a teacher, I am unwilling to give up any student, even if your grades are hopelessly bad, this is my professional ethics as a teacher..." Qian Juan muttered, flipping through the test paper, "I will look at you first. I can barely mention a little bit more of the test papers, see if there are any places. Well, here..."

She took out one, scanned her eyes, and was stunned.

"What's this……"

She glanced at the name column with some suspicion, and it did indeed say "Zhao Xiaojing".

The writing of these three words is too...good.

Qian Juan has lived such an old age, and the students he has taught do not know how many years, and I have never seen any student who can write such a beautiful handwriting.

She looked at Zhao Yuanjing suspiciously and asked, "Is this the paper you wrote?"

Zhao Yuanjing glanced and nodded: "Yes."

"When did you practice the calligraphy so well?"

"Oh, I have practiced since I was young."

"..." Qian Juan tried to think back, but couldn't remember what Zhao Xiaojing wrote before.

Because Zhao Xiaojing does not write most of his homework, even the papers for the mid-term and final exams are just for fun, write and write casually, and never take them seriously.

With such a good beginning, Qian Juan couldn't wait to look at the content of the paper.

Guwen silently wrote, um, it's all right.

The words are as good-looking as the names.

The next question, multiple-choice question, the answer is...B, the right choice, but the word B looks a bit awkward and crooked.

Thinking of his pulpy grades, this is not surprising.

Anyway, I got it right.

Below, reading comprehension... also got it right.

The more Qian Juan looked at it, the more surprised she was.

If you say that the first few questions, except for the simpler ancient poems, the rest of the multiple-choice questions can also be wrong, then the reading in the back is clear, well-written, and well-founded.