Atypical heroine [Quick Transmigration]

Xu Runyu came over.

Immediately, as if nothing had happened, she lightly placed the plastic bag in her hand on her desk, and instructed, "If the school doctor says the fever is not serious, just eat half a bag. Remember to drink more warm water."

Ji Yu didn't take his eyes off her cheek, he responded first, then nodded and said, "Thank you."

Wondering if she heard what she just said.

"It's okay." Xu Runyu didn't say anything, and sat back in her seat.

The class bell rang.

... must have heard it.

Ji Yu took out the box of antipyretics from the translucent plastic bag, looked at it for a while, and respected the doctor's order and ate half of it.

Then sleep on your stomach.

In a drowsy sleep, I vaguely heard the English teacher's voice asking, "What's wrong with Ji Yu?"

Someone nearby said, "She's not feeling well, she's sick."

The English teacher said "Oh", and then thoughtfully recited the text to bypass her, and the next one ordered Gu Huiyi to get up to recite.

……

In mathematics class, the teacher wrote the entire blackboard in less than half a class as usual. He picked up the blackboard eraser habitually, checked the amount of homework, and turned his head to ask

"Who is the student on duty today?"

After a while, no one answered.

The math teacher turned to look at the monitor, and the monitor replied, "It's Qian Wenen."

"Qian Wenen, are you cleaning the blackboard today?"

Qian Wenen propped up his double chin and was gazing at the scenery outside the window, when he was suddenly clicked, he reacted and said, "That's right."

The math teacher put down the blackboard eraser, stood a little further away and said, "Then you come up and wipe it."

Qian Wenen stood up reluctantly, and just took half a step forward when he suddenly thought of a good idea, "Teacher, then stay away."

As he spoke, he suddenly went around to the back of the classroom and took out the wooden handle mop behind the door.

Holding it high in his hand, he walked quickly to the blackboard.

Holding the mop, he started mopping the blackboard.

The cloth on the mop head eats chalk dust, and he mopped a whole big blackboard clean with two or three swipes.

"..."

The whole class was silent for a few seconds, and the faint laughter from when he raised the mop stopped, and I don't know who clapped.

The math teacher rolled his eyes speechlessly, and said, "Okay, very smart, you can go down."

"Remember to clean up the mop after class."

After Qian Wenen stuffed the mop back into the door, he complied proudly.

—

Since no one came to disturb her during the period, it was already half an hour of self-study time before school when Ji Yu woke up.

The medicine took effect, and she woke up with no discomfort at all.

"Ji Yu," the desk supervisor saw her wake up, and reminded her, "Remember to hand in your corrected homework."

"it is good."

She sorted out the two homework papers that had just been handed out, put them in the textbook, and began to correct the homework that was handed out before.

Soon the school bell rang.

The students on duty began to do duty one after another.

Cleaning the blackboard for the last time today, Qian Wenen used the same method to quickly clean the blackboard.

He was carrying the mop and was about to wash it, but he stopped after taking two steps, thinking that since cleaning the blackboard eraser only needs to pat the dust, wouldn't he only need to pat the dust to clean the mop head?

Just do it, he lifted the mop and patted it on the corridor railing.

Immediately, a burst of white ash rose up and floated downstairs.

This method was really good, Qian Wenen happily patted the mop head vigorously, and soon the dust picked up became less, and the mop head became clean at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he seemed to have too much strength, and with another push, the mop head fell off from the wooden handle.

He froze for a moment, only a wooden stick was left in his hand.

Busily grabbing the railing and looking down, the cloth even hit someone. Fortunately, the floor of their classroom is not high.

Qian Wenen shouted in a daze, "Are you all right?"

The idiot son of the landlord's family opened his mouth and complained, "Why don't you go away and stand below, if what falls is a vase, wouldn't your head be blown!"

"You throw it back to me."

"Second floor, can you throw it up?"

After he finished speaking a series of words, he saw the unlucky guy who was hit by the mop head, turned around slowly, took off the mop cloth head on his head, and revealed an old face.

His hair, face, and glasses were covered with a layer of chalk dust.

His tone was more ruthless than that of three feet of ice, "Which class are you in?"

"What is your name."

Qian Wenen shrank her head in fright, and recognized that this was the notorious dean of education.

Busy back to the classroom to pick up the schoolbag and escape.

As soon as he ran to the stairs, he ran into the dean who came to arrest him.Sin plus one class.

In the office, Ji Yu handed in the homework book that had just been ordered, and heard Xu Runyu say to the English teacher next to him, "Okay, then I'll get it before [-]:[-]."

"Okay, you go."

The two walked out of the office almost at the same time and passed each other.

Xu Runyu took a step ahead of her, without looking at her from the beginning to the end.

The corridor back to the classroom.

Ji Yu walked slowly behind her, looked at her back, and touched his nose guiltily.

It was she who was gossiping about others behind their backs, and it was her fault.

Gu Huiyi ran out suddenly, her eyes were looking around for her, with an expression on her face that she couldn't help but want to share.

"Ji Yu! You are here!"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Hahahaha, that idiot Qian Wenen hit the dean with a mop full of chalk dust, you know..."

—

Qian Wenen buried his head in writing the self-criticism, thinking hard, not knowing how to fill up [-] words.

The teaching director has strictly stated in advance that copying on the Internet is not allowed.

He said that he would use various search engines to confirm whether the sentences in his review were original. Once plagiarism was discovered, [-] words would become [-] words and rewritten.

Qian Wenen didn't believe that he was so terrific, but he didn't dare to take the risk either.

He really didn't have enough ink in his stomach, so he had to hold back one word after another, dryly, and just wrote "I'm sorry, I was wrong" and "Teacher, I was wrong" three times in the opening paragraph.

Suddenly a hand reached out and picked up the review paper on his desk.

Qian Wenen looked up in a bad mood, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that it was Ji Yu, he softened his tone and added, "...I'm writing a self-criticism."

Ji Yu looked at his review paper, turned his head to look at Xu Runyu next to him, and said with a smile, "Go and play, I'll write it for you."

"Will you write for me?"

"Well, I'll write it for you. It's [-] characters. You can't copy it online, right?"

"You really want to help me write?? Sister Ji, you are my reborn parents!"

"You really want to help me write..."

"Well," Ji Yu said impatiently, "Let's go."

Qian Wenen's eyes widened, "But I can't go, I have to take it to him before seven o'clock before I can go back."

Ji Yu frowned, and waved the paper in his hand, "Go home and play, I'll take care of this for you."

Qian Wenen was so moved that she almost burst into tears, put her palms together, took a step back, bowed three times to her and said, "Amitabha."

"Good people get rewarded, good people get rewarded, good people get rewarded."

Ji Yu's eyelids twitched, and he said dumbfoundedly, "Get lost, hurry up."

Qian Wenen nodded repeatedly, thanked him again, and walked away with his schoolbag in his hand.

Ji Yu then sat in his seat.

After glancing at the beginning of the review, he picked up his pen and continued writing.

Eloquent and eloquent, no need to conceive, anyway, write to the specified number of words.

Xu Runyu on the right is also writing something.

The two were doing their own things, and the last few students on duty also left after packing up, and the class was completely quiet.

There were only the two of them left in the classroom.

No one spoke, and the signature pen and ballpoint pen made a slight sound across the table.

As the light through the glass window grew stronger, a long, motionless shadow stretched out from under the curtain.

Ji Yu imitated Qian Wenen's dog climbing, and wrote at a very fast speed. He had already written hundreds of words in less than ten minutes.

After a while.

She murmured in a contemplative and self-criticism tone, "The reason why I made such a mistake is all because of my low moral character. From now on, I will strengthen my cultivation of quality."

"I have fully and profoundly realized my fault."

"I hope you can forgive me once."

In the last sentence, she turned her face and looked at Xu Runyu and said it slowly and solemnly.

Xu Runyu's handwriting did not stop.

It seemed that he raised his lip, but he didn't seem to. After a while, he pouted his lower lip slightly and still ignored her.

The long eyelashes drooped, and he wrote what the teacher explained very seriously.

Seeing her calm expression, Ji Yu knew that she probably didn't care anymore.

So relax too.

She rested her chin on one hand, looked at her fair and beautiful face motionlessly, and said with a smile

"I didn't say you weren't cute."

"Don't be angry?"

"OK."