The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The girl's attention was attracted and she glanced down at the caller ID, her two delicate eyebrows raised.

Ao Qijun frantically rehearsed those words in his heart.

He felt that at this moment he was so clumsy that he couldn't even speak basic words.

Then, the girl pressed down with her thin white fingers.

The red button is the location of the on-hook key.

In the receiver, all the sounds went away.

Take it, as if pressing it on his body, and all operating instructions are ordered to stop.

My breathing stopped.

Jiang Jingchen sat behind Gu Weimian and casually glanced at the caller ID on his phone. When he saw the number on it, he frowned and then smiled.

He raised his eyes and saw the man standing outside the classroom.

The smile lines at the corners of the man's mouth deepened.

This smile lasted less than a second when he suddenly saw Gu Weimian packing his schoolbag and standing up, still glancing at the phone interface.

As soon as she moved, the man who was about to walk into the classroom suddenly stopped.

He stared blankly at Gu Weimian's movements, and his heartbeat, which had been silent, suddenly started beating again, faster than ever before.

Ao Qijun pursed his lips into a sharp straight line and stood motionless, looking at Gu Weimian quietly.

The man's eyes lit up with sparks of excitement.

Jiang Jingchen's face darkened suddenly, and he grabbed Gu Weimian's clothes, "What are you doing?"

Gu Weimian turned to look at Jiang Jingchen, "Is something wrong?"

Jiang Jingchen was stunned for a second, then picked up the test paper on his desk and handed it to Gu Weimian, "I don't understand this question, please explain it to me.

Gu Weimian glanced at Jiang Jingchen in surprise: "You...have your IQ been eaten by a dog recently?"

Jiang Jingchen: "..."

He glanced at the question he was pointing at...the knowledge point of the first year of high school. The key was that there were no very complicated transformations, but he couldn't understand it.

Gu Weimian pointed at the answer she had prepared from the beginning, "You can analyze it yourself, you won't understand it, right?"

That look was completely caring for a mentally retarded child.

Jiang Jingchen nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "No, use it."

He watched Gu Weimian pick up her schoolbag and prepare to go out, with a serious expression on her face, "But... as a senior in high school, is it okay for you to skip class like this?"

"I'm asking for leave."

"You're a senior in high school and you ask for leave all the time. Are you reasonable?"

Gu Weimian felt like Jiang Jingchen had taken a bullet today, "I'm just going to have a check-up with Huo Yan. What are you doing?"

A little bit inexplicable.

Jiang Jingchen's whole body froze, "A checkup?"

Gu Weimian nodded, "Yes."

"Accompany Huo Yan?"

"yes."

She showed it to Huo Yan, but she couldn't see what the problem was.

She originally had great confidence in the teacher's potion, but now she didn't know what went wrong. She wanted to ask the teacher, and sent three letters in a row, but there was no reply from the teacher.

Thinking about it, for Zhu Mingfei, she is at most a 'colleague' that she has 'perhaps' worked with before. What is the need to give her such professional advice.

Not to mention that she plagiarized this medicine from her teacher.

Gu Weimian sighed, hoping that going to the hospital today would be able to find out the key to the problem.

Jiang Jingchen was stunned for a full second and suddenly laughed. He pushed Gu Weimian and said, "If you go so late, you won't be afraid that the doctor will get off work at noon. Go quickly."