report the teacher he cheated

When the dean saw Yan Lv for the first time, his heart skipped a beat, feeling like a "tiger's body shakes" in a practice novel.

He felt that the number one in the grade was very unusual.

In the past, the first class in the traditional grade has always been a good student and good boy in the eyes of the teacher. He is the first to arrive at the classroom and the last to leave. Be the first to grab one.

But strict law is not.

When he first entered No. [-] Middle School, he often came to the classroom with the deafening bell ringing. He neither read English nor recited poems, but continued to sleep lying on the table amidst the sound of reading aloud.

In the words of the physics teacher, it is just that his sleeping place has been shifted from the bed to the table.

If it weren't for the fact that Yan Lu was the number one student in the senior high school entrance examination, the dean would definitely have carried him to the corridor and scolded him bloodily in public, as a warning to everyone else.

Well, he can bear being late, and he can bear going to sleep. After a while, the dean finds that he can't bear it anymore.

Because Yan Lv began to finish his homework selectively, just like the emperor flopped his cards and chose his concubine to serve his bed, acting willfully and recklessly.

For the three physics test papers during the holidays, Yan Lv only did multiple-choice questions and the last 5 questions of the answer questions, leaving a large number of empty questions, like the blank space in Chinese, giving people endless imagination.

The teaching director immediately imagined the modern version of the tragedy of Shang Zhongyong, who fell from the first grade to the last one.

Just thinking about it makes me cry.

So he immediately called Yan Lu to the office, and the physics teacher at the side, supported by the dean, confidently asked Yan Lu to complete the remaining homework.

Yan Lu: "The topic is too simple, I have already gone through it in my mind."

The physics teacher immediately persuaded, "Well, if you don't write it, don't write it..."

The dean slapped the table, blowing his beard and staring, "No matter how simple you have to write, these small questions that you think are very simple but are extremely easy to lose points, and if you make a mistake in the college entrance examination, you will fail!"

The physics teacher regained half of his confidence, "That's right, Yan Lu, the teacher knows that you are excellent, but this homework..."

Yan Lu frowned and didn't explain anything. He picked up a brush and filled in the ten multiple-choice questions that didn't have answers written on them. For the big questions, he wrote an answer flamboyantly at the bottom, and simply wrote the last calculation results.

The dean thought that Yan Lu was perfunctory to them, and when he was about to get angry, the physics teacher gasped and touched his arm secretly.

"Director Wang, the answers are all correct."

Dean,"……"

Yan Lu: "Teacher, director, can I go?"

Dean: "..." He shouldn't walk to the door and ask himself if this sentence is okay!Don't you want to lose face?

After one semester, the once majestic dean almost turned into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and his hairline receded completely like an ebb tide.

But today, just after he went to work, the newly appointed head teacher of Class 1 pushed open the door, panting heavily, and shouted in a panic.

"Director Wang, Yan...Student Yan Lu, he...he..."

The dean's face darkened, "Is he late again?"

"No...not..." The head teacher of class 1 seemed to be not in good physical strength, and he hadn't breathed out until now.

"He didn't hand in his homework?!"

"No...not..."

The dean was used to seeing good students, and he lacked imagination for this kind of "school bully in the disguise of a school god", so he asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?"

The head teacher of Class 1 finally stood up straight, and complained angrily, "He wants to transfer from Class 1 to Class 18!"

The dean was as if struck by five thunders, he was stunned for a moment, then fell down on the chair with his hands clutching his heart, his black face brushed off and he turned pale again.

Class 18?The 'garbage treatment plant' in his mind? ?

Three seconds later, a heart-piercing roar came from the dean's office.

"Ask Yan Lu to come to my office! Hurry up!!!"

Long live!

Grade one again!exist!do!demon!

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Yan Lu was unaware of the storm brewing in the office, because Gu Yu's younger brothers had already started fucking around, stretching their muscles, and preparing for the first fight at the beginning of school.

When he said the word 'same table', Gu Yu hadn't reacted yet, and the last three rows of class 18 were the first to explode.

Boss Gu Yu sat next to the back door, which was the blind spot of the class. Even if the head teacher glued his face to the glass, he couldn't see what the two people under the back door were doing.

And even if the class teacher barged in abruptly, his sight would have to climb mountains and mountains to scan that position in time.

In Gu Yu's words, these two positions are like the paradise in fantasy novels, the battlegrounds of the ancient military strategists.

So Gu Yu arrogantly occupied two seats by himself, one for sitting, and the other for placing idle books - language, mathematics, English, materialization, and transformation. As for his little brothers, they sat around him in a radial pattern.

Now Yan Lu strode to this position, frowning and looking at the pile of brand-new textbooks on the table that can be sold directly in bookstores.

When he was about to clean up the table, Ling Rui, who was sitting in front of Gu Yu, stood up with a bang, and the books on his table fell to the ground with a crash. He squinted his eyes with a violent expression.

"I don't care what grade you are in, and I don't care what your purpose is when you transfer to Class 18. This position belongs to our boss, so don't even try to sit down."

Ling Rui, who has been repeated for two years, and his total score is not as strict as that of a single subject. Before Gu Yu entered the school, he was the student who caused the teacher's headache the most. A different kind of compliment.

Hearing that he was retaliated by a few gangsters and was almost beaten to death on the side of the road, it was Gu Yu who saved him, so he willingly called Gu Yu the boss.

After becoming Gu Yu's younger brother, his level of bastard has been restrained a lot, probably because the boss Gu Yu is a very principled school bully, he doesn't treat the outside world inside, and is extremely lazy, so he rarely causes trouble.

The people who were sleeping on their stomachs in the back row also looked over. Like hungry wolves woken up, they slowly stood up. They seemed to be able to remove the legs of the table in minutes, and had a group fight in front of the new head teacher.

"Go back to your class 1." Shen Rui pulled out the steel rod from the cabinet, knocked on the table again and again, and said fiercely, "Class 18 is not a place for you to stay."

Yan Lu threw the schoolbag on his shoulders onto the chair, rolled up his sleeves, and looked around coldly, "I've settled for this seat, and I'll accompany you anytime if you want to fight."

Lao Gao, the head teacher, is like the school motto hanging on the classroom wall, just a decorative background, completely ignored by this group of people.

Lao Gao has been leading Class 1 before, and the good students in Class 1 have never practiced this kind of many-to-one group fight, so that he has no chance to witness this level of chaos, but now he is so angry that he has a heart attack It's about to explode, but I don't know how to control this "massacre caused by location selection".

"Sit down for me, all of you! Is that seat bought by you or what's going on, can't you just sit down!"

Lao Gao first scolded Ling Rui severely, and then persuaded Yan Lv, "Yan Lv, you sit in the front..."

The first three rows of seats were forcibly thrown into limbo by everyone in class 18, and no one cared about them at all.

Ling Rui sneered, he didn't take Lao Gao seriously at all, and Yan Lu didn't give in an inch. He looked directly at him, and the smell of sex in the air became more and more intense.

The group fight seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, when Gu Yu made a sound.

"Hey, Yan Xueba, are you not afraid that I will disturb your study?" Gu Yu lazily leaned against the door, "I will sleep, play games and eat in class, and you won't be able to listen to the class."

Apart from listening to the class, Gu Yu can do everything in class. This is not a joke. There are still legends about this boss cooking hot pot in class.

As soon as Gu Yu spoke, everyone didn't dare to move, they just waited for his next order.

Yan Lu dismissed it, "I'm just afraid that I will make you fall in love with studying."

The man in the family likes to play cards all night, and the walls are not soundproof, so when he was in junior high school, he had to endure the sound of calling cards next door and cursing when he lost money. Over time, no matter how noisy or bad the environment was, he could calm down Complete your homework.

"Fuck, so arrogant." Gu Yu put away his smile. When he wasn't smiling, his aura was particularly intimidating. He slowly walked up to Yan Lv and stood still.

Seeing this scene, Ling Rui mouthed "You are dead" to Yan Lv.

Lao Gao's heart instantly rose to his throat.

Then, Gu Yu suddenly leaned forward and approached Yan Lv, and the tip of their noses was only one centimeter away from close contact.

Yan Lu's eyelids twitched suddenly.

He pursed his lips and said with a naughty smile, "Then try it, Yan Xueba, I really want to know how you will make me fall in love with studying."

The warm breath sprinkled on Yan Lu's neck, and he took a step back calmly. This school bully's style of painting today is a bit wrong. Erha, who was disguised as a wolf, smelled the meat, and wagged his tail cheerfully.

Ling Rui's mouth shape is fixed at the syllable of 'O'.

Lao Gao's heart pounded heavily again.

After finishing speaking, Gu Yu straightened up again, turned around and patted Ling Rui's shoulder, and said casually, "A Rui, sell me some face, I'm covering this bully."

Yan Lv sneered, and didn't bother to refute. Is this big guy a cover-up and a cover-up for others all day long.

Ling Rui listened to Gu Yu's words very much. Although his face didn't look much better, at least he put away the steel rod in his hand, and sat down without saying a word with a dark face.

Gu Yu was indeed the boss of class 18. After he showed up, the whole class's thorns stopped. It was time to sleep and play games. The lonely old Gao continued to speak into the air.

Yan Lu silently recited three sentences in his heart, 'If you don't get angry with idiots, your life will be short if you get angry', forcibly suppressed the anger, and cleaned up the messy desktop.

Chinese, Mathematics, and English textbooks are clearly arranged. The Chinese elective textbook is relatively thin, which can be used as a table corner, and the math textbook is exclusive to instant noodles.

Boss Gu Yu was still muttering to the side, "Actually, every book is very useful. Like this book, the cover is more colorful. It's perfect for takeout, and it won't be obvious if it gets stained with vegetable juice."

He's pretty planned.

Yan Lv picked up the [Book for Instant Noodles], well, Mathematics Compulsory One, brand new without writing, not even creases, Gu Yu's way of caring for books is really unique.

"Look at this book again. It's thick and strong. Even the cockroaches will be wiped out in smoke after being photographed. It's a magic weapon for exterminating insects." Gu Yu said more and more energetically, gesticulating with joy.

Yan Lv was silent for a while, thinking that if everything had an animism, Chinese and English books would be so angry that he would jump into the river because he was overqualified.

"In addition to their physical use, can you unearth their spiritual connotations?"

Gu Yu thought for half a second, and sincerely admitted, "It's a bit difficult."

He returned to his carefree look, and said with a playful smile, "But if you pass me the shovel, I'll consider digging out the deep thoughts of these books."

"That may have to start digging in junior high school." Yan Lu said coolly, thinking that this is still a big archaeological project.

Gu Yu was a little furious, and retorted unconvinced, "Hey! I studied seriously in junior high school, and I wasn't there for..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and Yan Lu didn't hear clearly, "I told you in advance, I don't see anyone not studying seriously, so I will take care of your studies in the future."

What's "I can't see someone not studying hard" is an excuse and bullshit. Yan Lu himself picks and chooses to do his homework, and finally "take care of his study" is the serious truth.

After all, he can get 1 yuan if he improves by 100 place.

Ling Rui turned his head and stared at Yan Lv in disbelief, "Damn it, you dare to talk to our boss like that, don't you..."

Gu Yu stared at Yan Lv for a moment, then slowly grinned, "Yan Xueba, if you want to be responsible, you must be responsible to the end."

Ling Rui turned his head back forcibly with a blank face, and frantically tapped the screen like a pile driver, pouring all his anger on the enemies in the game.

Could it be that the boss was lowered today?

Yan Lv showed a loving smile of caring for the mentally retarded, "It depends on whether you can bear my [responsibility]."

Heh, what kind of silly nonsense, is it possible that I will be responsible for him for the rest of my life, and block him immediately after the college entrance examination.

The author has something to say:

I worked overtime during my internship yesterday (suddenly wanted to write a fanfic about my boss and superior, indifferent smile.jpg), so I didn’t update it in time, sorry everyone, I will make it up on Sunday!On Sunday there will be a contract chapter that humiliates the country orz

I saw in the comments that a little fairy asked Gu Yu if he had a crush on Yan Lv, um...smile without saying a word.jpg

After all, when will Mr. Strict Law know about this matter? It depends on the number of comments in the collection and the mood of the author.