After dressing as a villain, I'm with the paranoid male protagonist.

clear.

Qiao Annian saw Xiao Zhengtai's name on the homework book that the other party handed over.

The handwriting is correct and the brushwork is delicate. You can tell that you have practiced calligraphy at a glance. It is very different from his dog-like calligraphy.

"Understood. Xu Minglang, please take back your homework, I don't need it."

Xiao Zhengtai's eyes behind the lens are wide open, probably as big as a sad frog.

Qiao Annian was teased, he smiled at Xiao Zhengtai.

The other party quickly lowered his head, his fingers tightly pinched the textbook, his joints turned white.

Joannian: "..."

It seemed that Mrs. Xiao Zheng was a little afraid of him.

Did the original body bully Xiao Zhengtai?

Qiao Annian tried hard to recall the plot of the original body in the next book, but he really couldn't remember such a young lady as "Xu Minglang".

I don't know if he was disappointed, or the author didn't write it at all.

...

"Teacher Chen is here! Stop talking! Sit down! Sit down!"

"The teacher is here! The teacher is here!"

"Fuck! Teacher Chen is here? Ah! My custard bun! I just took a bite!"

Lin Lele paid close attention to the movement at the door of the classroom, and before the head teacher came in, she lowered her head and took another bite.

Others who were talking to the same table, or talking to the front and back tables, stopped quickly one by one, holding Chinese books and reading aloud.

In just a few seconds, the volume of the morning reading in the classroom instantly increased.

Lin Lele quickly swallowed the custard bag in her mouth, and stuffed the custard bag together with the unfinished milk into the drawer indiscriminately.

Looking again, why is Brother Qiao still standing there?

That's not right, brother Qiao usually moves much faster than him.

Lin Lele lowered her voice and quickly reminded Qiao Annian, "Da Qiao, Teacher Chen is here! Sit down!"

It's terrible, brother, you still have Xu Minglang's homework in your hand!Just poking here like a javelin, is it because I am afraid that Teacher Chen will not see it? !At any rate, should I hide Xu Minglang's homework?

Was seen by the teacher, isn't this looking for scolding?

Lin Lele was anxious, but the head teacher had already entered the classroom and came towards them. Lin Lele's face turned pale, and she could only silently pray for Brother Qiao in her heart.

Qiao Annian was speechless, did he not want to sit?

What the hell, he wants to sit down more than anyone else, it's best to stick in the middle of this pile of radishes right away, and blend in perfectly, okay?

The problem is that he doesn't even know which table the original body is sitting at!

When Chen Jingshu walked into the classroom, she saw Qiao Annian, the only one standing there in the class.

Chen Jingshu frowned.

In view of the boy's disobedience and not wanting to affect other students' early reading, she ignored Qiao Annian.

She walked over, first opened Lin Lele's drawer, and took away his custard bun and sweet milk.Stretching out his hand, he picked up the Chinese book of the classmate next to him, and took away the manga hidden underneath.

Finally, her eyes fell on Qiao Annian's hand, which clearly wrote "Xu Minglang, Class Six (6)" on the homework book.

I glanced at the students who were probing one after another. Wherever my gaze passed, it was like a strong wind blowing weeds. The grasses turned their heads back one by one, and their eyes were fixed on the textbook.

It seems that there are some game clearance cheats hidden in the textbook, and I can't put it down without taking my eyes off it.

"The reader led the other students to continue the morning reading."

Seriously giving instructions to the young reader sitting in the front row, Chen Jingshu turned around, and the strong smell of perfume made Qiao Annian want to sneeze.

Seeing that Qiao Annian was still standing there, Chen Jingshu put on a straight face and said, "Qiao Annian, why don't you hurry back to your seat and sit down?"

Lin Lele hurriedly pulled the chair away for Qiao Annian.

Joannian: "..."

Good guy, is he at the same table as Little Pang Ding?

Wouldn't it be fine to pull the chair away for him earlier?

……

Qiao Annian was malnourished for a long period of time because he often didn't have enough to eat when he was young, and once fainted from hunger.So until his third year of junior high school, he was the short one in the class.

After he left home, he suddenly jumped to high school during the summer vacation of the year he graduated from junior high school.

Qiao Annian didn't expect that even though he was wearing books, he still couldn't get rid of his fate of being short.

The original body was not like him, if he just picked a piece of meat on the dinner table, his stepmother would hit the back of his hand with chopsticks, and he would be locked in the attic and punish him for a whole day.It is common to be hungry, not to mention balanced nutrition.

In comparison, the original body ate much better than him, and the nutrition was also much richer. Not to mention that he had to be superior to others, isn't it a bit unscientific for this position to be so high?

But when he thought that he was a sixth grader who smoked and stayed up all night, Qiao Annian suddenly realized.

Sure enough, if you go to bed late, you will not grow taller.

Under the urging of the class teacher's glaring eyes and the little fat boy's worried eyes, Qiao Annian walked to the third row depressedly.

Well, at least it's better than the first and second rows.

"Brother Qiao, hurry up, take out your language books, the teacher is still watching you."

Lin Lele reminded her in a low voice, her two eyebrows twisted into two small twists.

Lin Lele is very confused today, did he, Brother Qiao, not have breakfast today?The action is much slower than usual.

For most children, the teacher represents the supreme authority, and often a look can scare the children out of their wits.

In Qiao Annian, it doesn't exist.

Regardless of the "nuclear" eyes of the class teacher, he slowly put the schoolbag on the chair, and under the friendly urging of the little fat man, he slowly opened the zipper and took out the Chinese documents.

"Big Joe, page 49."

Lin Lele reminded him in a low voice again, almost breaking his heart for Brother Qiao.

Qiao Annian turned to the relevant pages, listened to what the children around him were reading, and followed the scriptures himself.

He didn't make a sound, it was a slap in the face.

...

The smell of perfume drifted away, and the head teacher left the classroom after looking around.

"Ah, Ah-"

Qiao Annian sneezed several earth-shattering sneezes.

I don't know if the head teacher in Class [-] sells perfume wholesale at home, and sprays it on his body as if he doesn't want money.Is this using perfume as Liushen?The perfume smell is too choking.

"Scary, it's scary to death. I thought Teacher Chen found out that I copied my homework!!!"

"Damn it! My heart is about to stop, okay?"

"Stop talking to me, hurry up, hurry up, copy it and let me copy it!"

Chen Jingshu's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the classroom became noisy again.

Lin Lele put down the Chinese document in her hand with a "click", and said to Qiao Annian in a hurry: "Big Qiao, let me copy the homework."

"Who told you that I did my homework?"

Qiao Annian turned his head expressionlessly.

From the time he crossed to the present, he never took a pen at all.Not to mention Yuanshen, when he was reading novels, the author didn't even mention Yuanshen's school a few times, let alone writing homework with a pen.

Lin Lele was shocked, and the voice sounded like splitting a fork, "You didn't write it? Then, why did you return the homework to Xu Minglang?"

Qiao Annian: "Good student, never copy homework."

"Yes, good student. Hurry up, lend me your homework, hurry up, or it will be too late later!"

Lin Lele didn't have time to cooperate with his brother Qiao's pretense now. He touched Qiao Annian's elbow with his elbow, urging him to quickly copy the homework for him. He quickly took out the pencil case from his schoolbag, opened it , took the writing pen, and waited for Brother Qiao to hand him the homework book

Joannian: "..."

"Big Joe, did you...didn't do your homework?"

Qiao Annian didn't move for a long time, Lin Lele stared at him suspiciously for a long time, and sent out soul torture.

Lin Lele's eyes widened in surprise, "You really didn't write it? Then you just returned the homework to the class monitor? Hurry up and borrow it again! It's due at the end of the morning reading!"

Qiao Annian never copied homework when he was in school.

He was the class monitor from elementary school to junior high school, and he often took the first place in the exam, and others always copied his homework.

Since his rebirth, except for tidying up the room a little to keep it from being so messy, Qiao Annian didn't turn over his original things much.

Including when he took the books just now, he just took the Chinese books and didn't rummage through the schoolbag.

He tried to substitute it, if his body was pierced by the soul, and the guy occupying his body touched his things casually, he would definitely be so angry that he wanted to beat someone up.

Even though with the original body's personality, if he was dressed as him, he might have ruined his little den on the first day, it doesn't mean that he has the right to browse through the original body's items at will.

No matter what the reason is, it is a very sad thing to become someone you hate or hate.

From the bottom of his heart, he said "offended" to the boy who didn't know what time and space he was in, or even if he was still in a certain parallel time and space in some distant universe, and Qiao Annian flipped through the boy's schoolbag.

Compared with his time, the exercise books now are more varied, and the books are thinner than he was at that time. Qiao Annian couldn't quite tell which ones were books and which ones were exercise books, so he had to flip through each one quickly. Below, find the workbooks for each subject.

However, whether it is a book or a workbook, the cover and the pages inside should not be too new, as you can tell that it has not been turned over at ordinary times.

The scumbags are well established.

I rested for two days on the weekend, and I guess I left homework for every subject.

Qiao Annian resignedly opened the language exercise book, and he decided to start with the simplest language first.

"How many pages do you want to do?"

"32."

Lin Lele had already borrowed homework for various subjects from Qian Fei at his front desk at the moment, and was busy, when she heard Qiao Annian asking him, she reported the number of pages without looking up.

Qiao Annian looked down at the blank page in his hand, the number of pages on it was - 11.

Qiao Annian took a sharp breath.

This has to be homework that has been saved for a few days? ! ! !

And this is just the subject of Chinese!

Is it still necessary to write?

There is no possibility of finishing it at all!

"Fuck! Big Joe, you haven't written since page 11? Warrior! How much have you written in mathematics, English, and science? Don't tell me you haven't written either. Forget it, it's useless to ask these now. Here , This is Qian Fei's math workbook, or you can copy science and English first, these subjects are faster to copy."

Lin Lele generously and selflessly shared with Qiao Annian the homework on the desk in front of him, and did not forget to remind him, "Remember to correct the multiple-choice questions, don't make them exactly the same, and the teacher will talk to you again then. Don’t copy the English composition, it’s too obvious. You can choose to fill in the blanks in science and mathematics. Anyway, the teacher knows that we can’t meet in plenary session, so it’s better to save some effort.”

Joannian: "..."

It's just copying an assignment. Are you so particular about technical content?

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small theater:

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