"Who else is it if it's not you?!" Nan Chan said fiercely, "Do you know what the punishment will be for being late?"
Zhuo Yifan shook his head again in confusion, his innocent appearance looked like that of a primary school student.
Nan Chan was so angry that it was difficult to vent his anger. He always felt that talking to Zhuo Yifan was like hitting cotton with his fist. Then he snorted coldly: "After class today, go and clean the toilet on this floor for me."
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The cold tone really made Zhuo Yifan's neck go cold, and his attitude immediately changed at the speed of flipping through the book: "Oh, my good class teacher. I'm just a few minutes late. It's too late to wash the toilet."
Have you passed?"
When the head teacher saw that this move was effective, he felt very proud. What if it was a thorn in the head? Shouldn't Nan Chan just bow his head obediently when facing him?
"You are already late, so you must accept punishment." Nan Chan said with his chin high: "But for the sake of your first time, as long as you give me all the questions on the blackboard, and do them correctly
I won’t argue with you about this matter.”
The whole class was in an uproar. The questions on the blackboard were left by the junior teachers who were tutoring here yesterday. Nan Chan was going to erase them just now, but he didn't expect that he would use this method to punish Zhuo Yifan now.
Many female classmates were whispering below, seeming to be talking about Nan Chan's unreasonable troubles. There were also a few boys who thought Zhuo Yifan was good and were very aggrieved. Shi Zhenxiang even hid behind Nan Chan and made
The movements of punching and palming made some students with weak concentration laugh softly again.
Nan Chan didn't notice this. Seeing Zhuo Yifan suddenly burst into laughter, he felt inexplicably irritated. Then he threw the chalk to Zhuo Yifan and said fiercely: "Do it quickly, if you can do it within ten percent,
If you haven't finished it, just go to the toilet for me."
Zhuo Yifan shrugged, easily took the chalk thrown by Nan Chan, and walked to the blackboard without any pressure.
These questions may be difficult for people in this class, at least they are impossible to complete within ten minutes, and they are also impossible to answer all correctly, but for the monster-level Zhuo Yifan, they are not some.
What.
Because he has already finished all the courses!
I saw Zhuo Yifan holding chalk in his hand, writing and sketching on the blackboard like a flowing movement. The whole class couldn't help but widen their eyes. Shi Zhenxiang even opened his mouth in surprise.
Because Zhuo Yifan got up too late this morning, he only wore a slim-fitting black gown in order to rush to school, with three or two buttons left unbuttoned at the collar. When he raised his hands, his collarbone was exposed, which shocked the girls under the podium.
They all swallowed their saliva.
Speaking of which, although Zhuo Yifan was dressed in a very old-fashioned way yesterday, if you take a closer look, you will see that he is also a handsome guy! It would look nice without wearing that tunic suit.
Moreover, the words on the blackboard that looked like dragons flying over the clouds were like demonic barriers, making the women in the audience look at Zhuo Yifan a little differently.
Nan Chan quickly discovered these subtle changes and noticed the hostility of the girls in the audience towards him. He coughed in embarrassment. He looked at Zhuo Yifan next to him and wrote on the blackboard as smoothly as flowing clouds.
When he came down, Nan Chan snorted in his heart, scribbling and pretending to be serious, hum! He definitely didn't know how to pretend to be an uncle there.
Before ten minutes were up, Zhuo Yifan threw away the chalk in his hand and looked at Nan Chan with a smile on his face: "Teacher, I'm done. Why don't you come over and check it?"