Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

Mingyue slowly opened the paper ball, and the elegant font appeared in front of her eyes: "Meet you on the rooftop of the teaching building after class." The paper ball did not have a signature, but the person who invited it was already obvious.

What on earth does this new monitor want to see me for? Mingyue looked thoughtfully at Uno Seiyao sitting in front, silently tore up the paper ball and destroyed it.

At this time, it seemed better to have a lighter. Mingyue looked at the blue sky outside the window, holding her chin and thinking, what was Gin doing at this time? He wouldn't be sitting in his favorite Porsche 356A smoking cigarettes.

Mingyue glanced at the blackboard, scanned the dense writing on the blackboard, yawned slightly, covered her phone with a book, and dealt with her unfinished business. She felt more and more that going to school was actually a boring thing. But he was full of curiosity about the meeting on the rooftop later, wondering what the second-generation policeman would say later.

On the road outside the school, a Porsche 356A drove past the entrance of Didan Junior High School. Gin looked towards the school with a cigarette in his mouth.

Vodka, who was driving at this time, glanced at the school, thinking of Mingyue's envelope, and his heart beat wildly a few times involuntarily.

"What's wrong with you?" Gin noticed that Vodka was a little uneasy.

Vodka looked at the road ahead, a few drops of cold sweat running down his square face, "No, it's nothing." Thinking of the signed photo in his inner pocket, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times.

Gin's dark green eyes narrowed, "Vodka, are you hiding something from me?"

"Brother, how could I hide something from you?" A flattering smile appeared on Vodka's square face, but he was thinking to himself, brother, don't blame me for hiding anything from you. After all, Mingyue gave me all the money. Can't buy it.

Mingyue just asked me to help change something. It wasn't a big deal, so I didn't need to tell my eldest brother.

The eyes under the vodka sunglasses secretly glanced at Gin.

Gin thought for a moment, turned to look in the direction of the school, and said nothing more.

Vodka slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The sounds of Lang Lang reading and boys and girls laughing could be heard in the campus.

At this time in class, the teacher wrote a question on the blackboard and prepared to ask students to come up to the stage to answer. After scanning the classroom, the teacher who was not familiar with the class results directly called the monitor's name.

Uno Seiyao slowly put down the pen in his hand, memorized the formulas in the book over and over again, took a deep breath, slowly stood up and walked to the podium, picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard.

He was still very confident and halfway through writing, the sweat on his palms almost wet the chalk. He knew every word of this question, and the steps to solve the problem followed the process taught by the teacher just now, but he seemed unable to do it.

Big beads of sweat rolled across my cheeks, and I stood next to the blackboard for a long time, unable to write a single word.

As the squad leader, I had a chance to show off my knowledge, but it was screwed up. The other students in the class would laugh at me. Uno Xingyao thought of this, his fingers trembled slightly, and his fingertips exerted a little force, forcing himself to read the questions on the blackboard over and over again, and think about the process of answering them over and over again.

At this time, he heard the voices of classmates talking quietly behind him, "The monitor can't solve this question."

"The monitor seems to have made a mistake somewhere."

"I heard that the monitor's grades don't seem to be very good. If he were very good, he wouldn't be in the same class as us."

Snapped!

The chalk in Uno Seiyao's hand broke, and silence returned to the classroom. The small piece of chalk rolled to the teacher's feet, and the teacher bent down to pick it up and put it back on the desk.

Most of the eyes of the students in the class fell on Uno Seiyao, and most of the answer part was blocked. The students in the audience did not know whether Uno Seiyao had answered the question.

Uno Seiyao froze on the spot, his right hand was hanging in the air, his fingertips touched the blackboard, and a strange feeling spread throughout his body. He felt the eyes of many classmates on the back of his head, but he could not write another word.

Can I still be the monitor?

My classmates will laugh at me...

Why doesn't the teacher let the study committee come up? If it were him, he would definitely be able to answer it...

For a moment, Uno Seiyao had a lot of thoughts.

When the teacher saw Uno Seiyao lowering his head, he smiled and asked him to go down. He casually pointed in the classroom and pointed right at Ming Yue.

"The gray-haired female student in the last row, please come up to the stage to answer." The teacher's voice reached the ears of all the students in the classroom.

All the other students in the classroom turned to look at Mingyue, except for Uno Seiyao, who lowered his head and returned to his seat with heavy steps.

Uno Seiyao, who had just sat down in his seat, swallowed. His Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily, and his palms were all sweaty. He didn't know whether he should expect Monáe to get this question right or wrong. But if you think about it carefully, the girl with the highest score in the class should not be unable to write this question. She just hopes that what she writes on the blackboard will not be too embarrassing.

Mingyue put away her cell phone quietly and walked slowly to the podium. When she passed by Uno Seiyao, she glanced at him and saw that the fingers of his right hand were covered with white chalk dust.

Standing in front of Uno Seiyao's blackboard, he glanced at it, picked up the blackboard eraser, erased part of the blackboard, made a few seemingly random changes with chalk, and then walked off the stage.

The teacher looked at it and nodded, "Well, the answer is correct. The monitor's problem-solving process is correct, but there are some places that I didn't think clearly. Let's explain this question now..."

Uno Seiyao suddenly raised his head and looked at his writing on the blackboard. He was surprised. Was what I wrote correct? After taking a closer look, I found that it had been modified in several places. I slowly let go of my heart, but the voices of my classmates whispering to each other could be heard in my ears, and I frowned slightly.

A girl whispered: "Who do you think did this question? Monitor Uno, or the girl that Teacher Shirakawa doesn't like."

A boy echoed in a low voice: "Of course the monitor did it. Didn't the teacher say it?"

Another girl added: "You see, the words above are all written by the monitor. Didn't the girl see the monitor's process of doing the questions? Can she write?"

Uno Seiyao had mixed feelings in his heart at this time. He knew that his solution process had been modified a lot, but the font Mingyue wrote on the blackboard was very similar to his own, so neither the teacher nor his classmates could tell the difference.

Jingle Bell……

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the teacher said goodbye to his classmates with a smile and left the classroom.

Uno Seiyao stood up and turned to look at the last row of the classroom and found that the gray-haired girl was no longer in her seat. She must have read the content on the note and went to the rooftop.

Suzuki Sonoko bit her pen, "Kudo, how do you solve that problem?"

Kudo Shinichi walked to Suzuki Sonoko, glanced at the question on Sonoko's notes, and said with a smile: "The monitor's solution process is actually the most complicated, and there is a simple method..."

Mao Lilan walked to Kudo Shinichi. Kudo Shinichi took the pen handed over by Suzuki Sonoko and wrote down a simple and easy-to-understand solution process in his notebook.

Uno Seiyao glanced at the chalk dust on his hand. Is there an easier way? Does the gray-haired girl know how to do it? She must know it.