Dressed as the favorite of the three villain brothers

"The two dozing off in the back, stand up." At this time, the history teacher shouted at the two boys in the back row with a fierce face.

How can there be any half gentleness when facing Cen Nanqi just now, he stood up in shock and shouted a report, opened his eyes with a clatter and pushed down the book in front of him.

Some people in the class were also drowsy, and they were also awakened at this time.

"It's only been a few days since school started, and you are so sleepy, is it because my voice is so hypnotizing?" The history teacher looked at the humanity below with wide eyes.

Turning his head to look at Cen Nanqi who was seriously lowering his head and writing, he finally felt a little comforted.

"Look at that classmate, and then look at you, what you look like." The history teacher pointed at Cen Nanqi and said to the whole class.

Cen Nanqi, who was writing the code seriously, instantly received resentment from all directions.

He raised his head in a daze, wanting to cry but no tears in his heart: Teacher, just say what you said, why cue me, woo woo woo.

"bell bell"

Hearing the bell for the end of get out of class, everyone immediately cheered up.

"Why are you arguing? I haven't said get out of class is over yet." The history teacher looked at the students who got excited instantly, and couldn't help but gouged out the students below.

Class is like a worm, and get out of class is like a dragon.

The student at the bottom: Sure enough, the gentleness of the teacher at the beginning was all pretended, but now it is the teacher's nature.

On a class to force out the teacher's true character.

The history teacher looked at the smiles on everyone's faces one second, and then drooped down the next second. After all, he couldn't bear it, and immediately closed the book in his hand: "Okay, let's finish class."

When you're done, pack your things.

"Teacher, you smiled at us when you first started class, but now you don't even smile." A bold boy stood up and said with a smile.

"Zhang Jiafan, as long as you can answer any of the questions I ask, I'll make sure to smile at you throughout the class." The history teacher gave him a disgusted look.

Picking up the packed books, he strode towards Cen Nanqi.

Cen Nanqi, who was returning his elder brother's information, saw the history teacher approaching from the corner of his eye, flipped his hand, slid his phone into the cabinet, and picked up the book for the next class from the side.

"This student, are you interested in becoming my class representative?" The history teacher asked Cen Nanqi with a friendly smile.

Cen Nanqi pushed his cheeks, looked at the history teacher standing in front of her, and smiled: "Teacher, do you want to ask me what my name is?"

"Oh, what's your name, that classmate?" The history teacher continued to ask Cen Nanqi gently.

"Teacher, my name is Cen Nanqi." Cen Nanqi looked at the person in front of him with great interest and said.

Sure enough, when the history teacher heard this name, the smile on his face froze, and he opened his mouth after a while: "You, you are Cen Nanqi?!"

Cen Nanqi's "good" reputation has long been passed down from junior high school. When she got on the podium, she glanced down, but she didn't see the Cen Nanqi her colleague described. Classes begin.

When she heard that she was going to teach Lao Feng the history of his class, she was a little scared. After all, Cen Nanqi was in the junior high school and regarded discipline as nothing, and even the teacher dared to yell at him. With the two families as the backstage, the school leaders have long wanted to persuade them to quit.

Can you imagine a 13 or 14-year-old girl who forced away several class teachers and called her parents to come, but most of them were the housekeepers of the Bo family. When she called Bo Chaojin, she would hang up just to say something. phone.

The school leaders had no choice but to follow her.

The newcomers in the back basically didn't dare to control Cen Nanqi, she could do whatever she liked, dyed her hair, manicure, and fancy dress, and no one dared to care, as long as this little ancestor was happy, don't tear down the school.

The history teacher looked at Cen Nanqi, who was still beautiful without makeup, and couldn't believe it.

"You, are you Cen Nanqi from the junior high school?" The history teacher wanted to confirm, after all, the current Cen Nanqi is far different from the image described by her colleagues.

"Yes." As soon as Cen Nanqi finished speaking, the class bell rang.

"Ah, okay, Cen, you have a good time in class." The history teacher hurried out after finishing speaking, intending to talk to her colleagues.

Cen Nanqi looked at the back of the history teacher leaving, his eyes were dim, and he took out a big white rabbit from his pocket, peeled it off before the teacher came, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Instead of making her regret later, it's better to tell her at the beginning.

In fact, she didn't want to be a class representative out of selfishness, it was too troublesome, she wanted to be a homeless person in the class! !

Cen Nanqi thought that the history teacher who regretted it was walking and calling her colleagues.

"Sister Li, what kind of person is the classmate Cen you talked to last time?"

"Student Cen? Which classmate Cen? Cen Nanqi?!"

"Um"

"Oh, unruly, full of rich and bad habits, oh yes, Nana, are you teaching the history of Lao Feng's class? Don't confront her with Cen Nanqi, and don't bother her if she doesn't listen to the class, her backstage is tough ..."

Before Sister Li finished speaking, she heard the reply from the history teacher: "No."

"Huh? Nana, what are you talking about?"

"I said that the classmate Cen I met didn't seem to be as good as you said." The history teacher organized the language and spoke humanely to the other end of the phone.

"How is it possible?! If she can take a good 5-minute class, I think the sow will climb the tree." Sister Li said in disbelief.

"She, she was in class today. She took notes very seriously and answered all the questions I asked her very seriously. She didn't sleep or lie down during the whole class." The history teacher answered truthfully.

"Nana, you must have mistaken someone." Sister Li on the other end of the phone still couldn't believe it. After all, she had seen Cen Nanqi sleeping in class or playing with her mobile phone.

"No, she said she was Cen Nanqi."

Sister Li on the other end of the phone didn't speak.

The history teacher continued: "People are not static. We have given her a deep impression, and the label of a bad child has been firmly attached to her. We have never tried to understand her, but only seen her. She's acting like she's one of those people."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a silence for a while, and Sister Li's voice continued to come from the microphone.

"Nana, you have successfully persuaded me, then follow your own ideas and teach well. Confucius often said to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Maybe Cen just didn't adapt to the common teaching methods."

After Sister Li finished speaking, she paused for a few seconds, "But Nana, I still hope that you can think about yourself and leave yourself a way out. After all, you know the power of Cen and Bo's family. If it doesn't work, I can transfer you class."

"Thank you, Sister Li, but I have confidence in myself." The history teacher said gently.