Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 150 Unable to get out of another dimension [2]

Bai Mo's mission in this world is to survive and get into a prestigious school.

The latter is not a problem for Bai Mo, even if she neglects her studies for a long time, she will be able to read this kind of junior and high school knowledge just once.

former.
Bai Mo sighed inwardly, she raised her hand and knocked on the office door.

"Come in." A somewhat hoarse middle-aged female voice came from the door.

Bai Mo bowed his head and opened the office door, and walked in front of the man silently.

This middle-aged woman is the head teacher of Bai Mo's class, and also the math teacher of their class 13 and class 14.

The homeroom teacher saw that it was Bai Mo, although he didn't show it on his face, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

She put the test paper that had been put aside a long time ago in front of Bai Mo: "Bai Mo, what's the matter with you, your math is getting worse every time! This time it's even more extreme, and you haven't even achieved a passing grade!"

The class teacher opened the paper, pointed at the red cross on it, frowned, and said in a cold tone: "How can you be wrong about this kind of question? This is even more outrageous! You are the only one in the class who is wrong!"

She looked up to hear Bai Mo's response, but found that the girl was still the same as when she came in, with her head lowered without saying a word, her bangs covering her eyes, but the tip of her nose was a little red.

It's not that Bai Mo doesn't want to talk, the original owner's temperament is like this. Although Bai Mo's world doesn't have the task of dealing with the hero and heroine, it must maintain the human design.

Moreover, her head is very uncomfortable now, and all her thoughts are attracted by her brain that is about to explode, so she has no energy to deal with the teacher.

Seeing Bai Mo like this, the class teacher knew that it was meaningless to say any more. She sighed softly and said earnestly: "Bai Mo, your grades were so good when you first entered school, why did it get worse and worse? The teacher also did it for you. Hello, if you go on like this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to pass the college entrance examination."

Although the head teacher didn't like Bai Mo, he couldn't bear to see her continue to degenerate. She was such a good student at the beginning, but how did she become what she is now.

"Forget it, let's call your parents over tomorrow." The head teacher waved his hand, not wanting to see Bai Mo's self-enclosed appearance.

Bai Mo froze, but didn't speak, just nodded and retreated.

She walked back to the classroom with her head down, and the Chinese teacher was already standing on the podium preparing the handouts.

Bai Mo slid back to his seat, and the Chinese teacher took a look at her and dismissed it as air.

There were still two classes left, and Bai Mo couldn't listen to the class, so he planned to do his homework in class.

Those things in my sophomore year of high school were still simple.

But when the white ink was spread out on the paper, she realized that the problem was not that simple: she couldn't read the content on the paper at all, and couldn't think about it.

She knew all the words and pictures on the paper, but she just didn't take it into her head. Bai Mo looked at the question, and she could even clearly know the answer to this kind of question without even thinking about it, but she couldn't bear to explore it. Live fidgety.

Want to tear them up!
The words on this scroll make me uncomfortable, what are the books on the table doing on the left!
Bai Mo angrily moved the stack of books to the right, making it even more uncomfortable!

The fingertips of the right hand holding the pen are uncomfortable, and it is out of balance with the left side.

Bai Mo held the pen with his left hand in the same gesture.

Still uncomfortable!

Nothing is right!

Everything made Bai Mo violently want to flip the table!

The Chinese teacher's voice sounded from the front left, Bai Mo felt pain in his left waist, twisted his body to make the right side feel the same, but he couldn't.

　Chop hands on Double Eleven~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)