MVP in the next examination room

Tang Ran is a person who feels uncomfortable all day if he doesn't get angry.

Just as Yuan Che raised his head after laughing, he heard the person on the right tap the podium lightly twice.

Tang Ran gracefully jumped off the podium, and before she sat down, she mouthed and asked, "What are you laughing at, is he handsome?"

Yuan Che: "Stupid."

Tang Ran paused, then mouthed again: "Smile again?"

Yuan Che turned away indifferently.

Tang Ran laughed lowly - still shy.

For the remaining half of the math class, Tang Ran honestly didn't play tricks again. The main reason was that Lao Feng had learned his lesson and stopped doing any classroom activities that might give him room to play.

But it doesn't mean that the teacher in the next class will rationally choose to ignore him.

The Chinese teacher's surname is Wang. He is not tall and not too old, but his hairline has receded worryingly.

Facing the rising sun, he walked into the classroom with a shining forehead, and the first thing he did was to call Tang Ran: "Stand up! Where's your homework from yesterday?"

Tang Ran replied frankly, "I didn't write it down."

The Chinese teacher stood on the podium, his eyes were barely at the same level as Tang Ran, and his momentum was supported by his volume: "Why don't you write?"

Tang Ran thought for a while and said, "I had too much homework yesterday."

The Chinese teacher was very angry: "Is this your reason for not doing your homework!?"

Even a fool can hear the correct answer to this rhetorical question.

Tang Ran is not a fool, so she naturally understood: "...No."

The Chinese teacher refused to let go, and continued to ask: "Then why didn't you write?"

Tang Ran had no choice but to find another way: "Yesterday... I went home too late yesterday."

The Chinese teacher still said: "Is this the reason why you don't do your homework!?"

Tang Ran was very conscious: "No."

There was low laughter below.

The Chinese teacher patted the podium: "Say, why don't you do your homework!"

Tang Ran gave up struggling: "No...ah, there is no reason."

The Chinese teacher sneered: "I'll help you find a reason—lazy! I think you tend to get sleepy when you stay in the classroom, why don't you go out to cool off."

Tang Ran said politely, "No, thank you."

Jin Luo's laughter stood out from the encirclement and was extraordinarily loud.

The Chinese teacher said, "Jin Luo, why are you so happy? Is it because you did a good homework yesterday, or do you want to go out together to cool off?"

Jin Luo: "..."

no?This unscientific? ?

Fortunately, the teacher quickly turned the gun and aimed at the right person: "Go, Tang Ran, stand at the door."

Tang Ran didn't say any more, and limped to the door with a face of forbearance.

The Chinese teacher saw something was wrong and had to ask: "...what's wrong with your leg?"

Qin Shuo, who knew the truth, lay on the table shaking with laughter, trying to suppress his voice.

Tang Ran's face clearly showed strength and patience, but he said in his mouth: "It's okay, teacher, I can change the bandage after class... It really doesn't matter."

The Chinese teacher took a deep look at him and said, "...Come back and sit down."

Yuan Che was completely impressed by this person's acting skills.

... What else do you want to learn? You can directly send it to the Chinese opera.

A play from the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

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If Yuan Che knew that Tang Ran would not leave this scene until after school, and insisted on helping his car to go home, he would not have said anything to remind him to continue acting.

When the Chinese teacher passed by on a bicycle with a baby chair on the back seat, and saw Tang Ran holding Yuan Che's seat, the two seemed to be arguing about something——

Tang Ran: "Think about it, why do I do this, think about it carefully. Am I just for myself?"

Yuan Che stared at his hand on the car seat: "Take it away."

Tang Ran: "Should I push a section each? Or... you ride, and I sit on the pole?"

The Chinese teacher stopped and greeted Tang Ran warmly: "Hey, no one picks you up? Come on, get in the car, I'll take you!"

Tang Ran looked at the baby chair with a small awning on the old queen's back seat: "..."

Tang Ran said: "Mr. Wang, you are too polite. Yuan Che just said that he would send me home."

Yuan Che: "When will I..."

Tang Ran smiled at Teacher Wang: "He said he was free anytime."

Yuan Che said angrily: "You let go..."

Tang Ran: "I don't worry! Teacher, you can rest assured too."

Teacher Wang smiled and patted Yuan Che on the shoulder, and left.

Yuan Che turned his eyes back to Tang Ran's face, and gave a faint smile in anger: "It's fun, isn't it?"

Tang Ran shyly moved his hand away, looked behind cautiously, and then let his left foot land on the ground: "I'm afraid that Lao Feng and the others will see it, trouble... Actually, I mainly have something to discuss with you, it's business."

Yuan Che endured and endured: "...Say." After speaking, get out quickly.

Tang Ran: "Who will hold a parent-teacher meeting for you on Friday night?"

Yuan Che glanced coldly.

His eyes are clearly very clear, but when he looks at people, they always give people an inexplicable feeling of being blinded.

The sense of alienation accumulated by those gloom and depression made his whole body seem to be wrapped in a layer of ice.

Tang Ran obviously sensed his displeasure with this question, so he quickly added: "I mainly want to ask... Will your grandpa come?"

Yuan Che put down a cold "no" and got into the car to leave.

"Wait a minute." Tang Ran's eyes were quick, he grabbed the handlebar, cleared his throat and asked the final question——

"Then can you rent grandpa to me?"