Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 285 The male theologian is in my house 5
Xin He: "..."

She didn't want to talk to Shuangmao, a guy who didn't understand her!

Fu Lou was wearing a clean and simple school uniform, with a slender figure and a clean breath.

Now his beautiful face is still somewhat helpless, he lacks the composure and stability of his grown-up, but there is more vigor that Xin He has never seen before.

It doesn't refer to being particularly lively, but the vigorous atmosphere that belongs to young people.

Fu Lou got off the podium and walked slowly towards the seat.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, looking gentle and polite.

Fu Lou was casually carrying his schoolbag. After sitting down, he took out his pen and notebook, as if he were a good student who listened carefully to the class.

Xinhe had no chance to talk to him.

As soon as the third year of high school arrives, the head teacher will pour chicken soup for the soul before each class, and then patrol and check the homework.

Xinhe's seat is just the last one in the first group.

The teacher in charge just took a cursory glance, and soon it was Xin He's turn.

Fu Lou is a transfer student, and the textbooks haven't even been handed out yet, and the desk is empty except for a notebook.

On Xin He's desk, although there was a stack of papers, each paper was brand new, and the fragrance of ink could be faintly smelled from it.

When the class teacher came down from the podium, Xin He subconsciously took out the drawer, trying to get past the test papers.

After digging for a long time, although Xinhe took it out, there was no difference between those papers and the ones on the table.

Xin He propped her forehead helplessly, thinking about how to die for a while.

Sure enough, when the teacher in charge came to Xin He's side, his face immediately changed.

The head teacher is a woman in her 40s, named Jiang Shuhong.

She looked at Xinhe with anger that couldn't be concealed: "Xinhe! Where's your homework? I told you specifically yesterday, why didn't you do your homework?"

Seeing the stern look on Jiang Shuhong's face, Xinhe blinked aggrievedly: "I don't know how to do... I don't even understand these questions."

Xinhe's words were sincere. She worked all night yesterday, and she couldn't help but feel sleepy when she saw the test paper.

Jiang Shuhong laughed angrily, pointed at Xinhe and said with a look of hatred: "No? Other students don't know how, and the test papers are full? You don't know how to check it online, and you don't even have an attitude." , you have to remember that you are in the third year of high school, not the first year in high school."

After saying a few words, Jiang Shuhong saw Xin He's pitiful look with his head hanging down, so he couldn't bear to say it.

She turned and went back to the podium to start class.

The last few groups of students who also did not do their homework were relieved to see that the teacher did not check, and were very grateful to Xinhe.

Maybe because Xin He got angry, Jiang Shuhong didn't have a good temper after the whole class.

The students who are not good at roll call will inevitably be trained, and those students who tend to wander off in class on weekdays will be specially selected.

A classmate's mobile phone was almost confiscated by the teacher.

Everyone blamed this on Xinhe.

Just now that group of people finally had a good impression of Xin He, and it became a negative number in an instant.

Xin He tremblingly supported the arrival of the bell for the end of get out of class, only to hear a bad news: "Xin He, take the completed test papers to my office before school ends at noon, otherwise, if you come to school tomorrow, I will bring your parents here."

Jiang Shuhong also felt that Xinhe, a child who was obedient and clever, could be saved.

Although I know that Xinhe's family is rich, it is always good for me for girls to read more books.

(End of this chapter)