"Hey, Qisyang, stop being idle, the teacher is looking at you!"

The classmate beside him poked slightly with his elbows kindly, and now he looked like Yang Yang looked dazed.

My phone was confiscated yesterday. I could have been studying for a while before I could have come back.

What he never expected was that it was like a stone thrown into the lake, and it was completely out of the way.

Just when he planned to use the young master's identity command, he was successfully suppressed by the name of his father.

From that moment on, I felt that my whole baby was in bad condition.

It was during class that he remembered this incident again, how to reconnect with Chenchen.

Finally, he felt that he had really become a person now. There were some unfamiliar faces around him.

It’s not that he would miss his mother, Chenchen and his sister too much, but that this person’s feeling is really a bit difficult.

"Tseyang, stand up for me!"

Well, the sound was like a thunderclap, and it rang in his ears.

Usually it will thunder before it rains.

Sure enough, the rain started to fall.

It is more like "hail" than "rain".

But the scale is for him alone.

A chalk head hit his forehead accurately.

He was upset at this time, probably because he had forgotten the environment he was in, and said directly: "Who is beating me!"

However, this sound first attracted a quiet moment, then a burst of laughter.

...

The word "young master" is very rare here.

There are people of different levels, but there is no young master.

"Tseyang, stand up!"

The teacher's scolding sounded again in the classroom, and it could be heard that she was really angry with the words just now.

The little boy sitting next to Yangyang looked at him sympathetically.

Yangyang finally came back to the real taste at this time.

A burst of annoyance in my heart.

Oh no, why did you fall into the hands of this "Master Miejue" again today?

There must be no good fruits to eat.

He stood up from his seat, raised his finger and buckled his nostrils, as if he was about to stand for another class at worst.

Now I feel like a completely abandoned child.

Or maybe it was like an undercover agent who was involved in a certain criminal force, and in the end only his father could restore his identity.

"Qisyang, what do you think if you don't concentrate on listening in class?" The head teacher suppressed his anger.

"I didn't think about anything, I was just in a daze."

coax……

Another burst of laughter in class.

"Paipa..." The head teacher pressed the board and knocked on the podium hard. The extremely uncomfortable sound calmed the classroom again.

She looked down at the watch on her wrist, it was only one minute before get out of class was over.

"Tsely, call your dad over this afternoon."

Finally, the class teacher used the ultimate skill of asking parents.

Please parents...

This is not something Yang Yang is afraid of. In fact, he is not so clear about what it means to invite parents.

I have never seen such a saying in my original school.

He knew that in a place where all the rich people were too late, the teacher would not have time to support them, so how could he dare to offend them? Even the naughty students could only see and endure it.
Chapter completed!