shut up you bitch

Regarding Jiang Ye, some people are trying their best to ruin his future, while others are desperately trying to protect him.

There are only two days left before the final exam, and the heroes of Class [-] are almost in a state of high tension.

Because the ruthless words were released like that, and the students in Class [-] had a sense of collective honor, all ghosts and snakes in this class volunteered to join the problem-solving army.

Even Zhang Lei, a patient with severe CKD who was thinking about how to save the world besides playing games, joined the army of solving questions.

I saw him brushing up his usually messy bangs with hairspray, revealing his smooth forehead, as if revealing a symbol of wisdom.

"Damn it!" Zhang Lei yelled, turning the pen in his hand with ease, "I didn't even dare to think about this question before, and I just took a detour when I saw it, but today! I can do it! I can do it! I can untie it! Heh, it’s a godsend to reincarnation and the heavens to spare anyone!”

His voice had a ritual sense of rebellion, which directly aroused the sympathy of the scumbag students.

I saw people from all walks of life turned their heads and gave him a "we understand you" look!

Everyone communicated with each other's eyes in the silent silence, and even noticed each other's dark circles under the eyes and the tiny pimples popping up on their foreheads.

These are all symbols of hard work!These are the pride of Class [-] - anyway, this is how Hao Siwen brainwashed them.

For the first time, no one complained about his idiot passion motivation method this time.

Everyone thinks it is very good, no matter what the details are, at least the momentum is enough, the kind that can completely inspire people's hearts!

Therefore, this sentence was hung directly above the blackboard by Hao Siwen.

He also went to the next class to borrow rice paper and brushes, and explained the determination and aspirations of the colleagues in the eighth class with extremely ugly writing.

When he was free, he would stand on the edge of the podium and admire his handwriting carefully. Looking at his yearning eyes, he might want to frame this handwriting as a family heirloom, and then make it famous forever.

The students couldn't accept such superb writing at first, but after getting used to it, they thought it was okay, and even had a crazy idea of ​​"this is the characteristic of Class [-]".

So, after everyone thought this way, this ghostly thing was hung in the center, almost blocking the red flag that was originally pasted on it.

Obviously, this thing successfully usurped the throne and became the new motto of the eighth class.

In a certain self-study class, Xu Zeming quietly walked to the back door, wanting to peek at the recent situation of the students through the gap in the back door.

He wandered around through the gap, and he was convinced by the "motto" before he could see clearly.

So personal, so incomprehensible...

Xu Zeming immediately thought of the youth idol drama performed by his classmates during the art festival.

At that time, he was also incomprehensible. He only knew that he was creative, but he didn't know how to make a professional evaluation.

Just like now, he can guess that the thing has a positive impact on the students, but he can't guess how it works.

But anyway...

Xu Zeming curled his mouth in relief.

The mental state of the students is still good, so I can rest assured.

"Mr. Xu."

Suddenly, there was a low cry from behind.

Xu Zeming froze, and slowly turned his head.

It happened to touch the shocked Yang Jianhua.

Although Yang Jianhua is irritable, he is also an upright person, so he directly expressed the question in his heart: "I heard that you have been suspended, what is going on here?"