My Empress is My Bad Girl

"Why are you late?" Kong Jiaming's voice was gentle and he didn't even notice it.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "The old man has passed away."

"Ah? Who in your family has passed away?"

"Grandpa."

"Well, then you won't use it to make up classes on Saturday." Kong Jiaming is very generous.

Zhao Yuanjing didn't plan to come.

He promised Bao Xinyu on Saturday and weekend that he would go to a show.

Kong Jiaming misunderstood, and he was too lazy to explain.

Back to his seat, there was a blank history paper in front of him.

The little girl in front turned her head and whispered: "The previous history test, you didn't come, the history teacher was angry. You do it quickly, and I will send it for you."

She is a representative of the history class.

Zhao Yuanjing snorted, took out his pen and started to make papers.

For him, history should be the simplest.

It's something purely memorizing, and it doesn't even require reading comprehension.

Seeing that he keeps bowing his head and writing swiftly, the head teacher Kong Jiaming will walk next to him from time to time, peeking at his paper.

Zhao Yuanjing is used to it.

I don't know why, except for the Chinese teacher, the other teachers were so tacitly that they didn't take the full score for him again.

Is it because he is afraid of being proud and complacent?

This also makes Zhao Yuanjing feel relaxed.

Lest the students around him always looked shocked and talked about him, they were all around him, asking him how he got the full score in the Chinese test, and if there is any unknown learning method.

Where is it?

He also has a slightly stronger memory.

After half a class, he handed the written history paper to the previous history class representative.

The little girl didn't expect him to write so quickly, so she subconsciously took it over and looked at it.

Then she was shocked.

This paper?

Was it written by Zhao Xiaojing?

The handwriting is very beautiful, the key is the answer, it seems, all right.

She is a representative of the history class, and the history is very good.

She could tell.

She knew exactly what Zhao Xiaojing had done before.

What's the situation?

She sent the history test paper to the office with a dazed expression.

The history teacher heard that it was Zhao Xiaojing's paper, so he grabbed it with excitement and quickly scanned it.

Ah, yes.

Right.

Yes, all right!

It took a minute to scan the paper from beginning to end. The history teacher slapped the table excitedly and laughed: "Genius, genius!"

The class representative asked in a low voice: "Teacher, you mean Zhao Xiaojing?"

"Isn't he who is?"

"How did his grades improve so quickly?" The little girl didn't understand.

After the joy of the history teacher, he said carefully and earnestly: "You have to understand that there are geniuses in this world."

The little girl came back again with a dazed expression.

She wanted to pull Zhao Xiaojing and ask about the situation carefully. However, when she returned to the classroom and the get out of class was over, Zhao Xiaojing left with her bag on her back, leaving only her back.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't wait to arrive at the school gate, waiting for Yun Dai's arrival.

Yun Dai came here on a bicycle.

It was a pink bicycle, with the girlish ponytails flying on it, so bright in the sunset.

Zhao Yuanjing watched her running towards her, her heart was full of joy, her heart pounding, her cheeks and ears faintly hot.

This feeling seemed to have returned to the Eastern Palace.

He has no feeling for those women who belong to him in name. He is so concerned about an ordinary little cook. He can't extricate himself from it, but he still has to endure his own mood. Troops are in turmoil.