My Sister is a Bit Ruthless

  Chapter 15 Teacher Don’t Panic

  Zhao Hongxia was shocked. The child was injured under her eyelids, and she was responsible for her duty of guardianship.

  Zhao Hongxia couldn't help shaking her hand with the phone. Why is Yuanyuan? It is better for anyone to be injured than Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan’s sister is a well-known girl demon, and even the gangster on Wolong Road has to take a detour when she sees her.

Yuanyuan saw Zhao Hongxia’s hand shaking with her mobile phone, so she stepped forward to grab Zhao Hongxia’s skirt and raised her head to comfort her, “Teacher, don’t panic, for small scenes, first apply a piece of ice to me, and then apply some white medicine. , The last time I lifted the bag on my head, my sister did just that..."

"...In this desperate struggle, country Z was defeated, and it was a terrible defeat. Why? Of course it is because of backwardness! So what exactly is behind-classmate Zhou Yang?" Senior two, the first class of the year Wentian test paper commentary Time.

   Zhou Yang got up and replied: "It's because of backward armaments. The warships of country Z have a short range, low accuracy, and insufficient firepower. The war mainly relies on weapons—"

  Nian Wentian asked: "Any other opinions?"

   Liu Xudong stood up and said: "The main reason is that the concept is backward. Conceptual command and action, and backward concept will inevitably lead to inadequate combat readiness, ineffective deployment of the army, and backward strategic and tactical thinking."

  Nian Wentian looked at Leng Siyu who was immersed in his math homework, "Leng Siyu, what do you think?"

Leng Siyu stood up carelessly and replied: "Uh... armaments and concepts are all superficial things, and the deeper level should be the backwardness of production methods and the backwardness of the economy. The economy is an invisible hand that controls armaments, It affects the pattern and concept of decision makers and the lower classes. In essence, this war is the defeat of agricultural civilization to industrial civilization."

  Leng Siyu’s words shocked Xia Pengfei. He couldn't see that this violent girl had some ink in her belly. She was really a strong general and had no weak soldiers. It seemed that she had come to this class.

  Nian Wentian nodded: "Well said, the economy is the decisive force. For example, women once ruled the world, but later they were seized by men. Why, because of the arrival of the farming era.

  The word ‘male’ is opened to see that it is Tian Heli. What does this show? It shows that men are the main force of agricultural production, and the creation of national economy and family wealth is mainly driven by men. Therefore, the era of farming must be the era of patriarchy..."

Teacher Nian on the stage spoke with gusto, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't listen much. Her attention was all on Xia Pengfei, who was struggling with writing beside her. When the bell rang at the end of get out of class, she hadn't recovered.

   "Teacher Nian, please wait a moment." When Nian Wentian was about to leave the classroom, Xia Pengfei stopped him.

  Xia Pengfei took his own history test paper and asked Nian Wentian, "Teacher, you can help me see, what should I do to remedy it?"

Nian Wentian picked up Xia Pengfei’s test paper and smiled. He raised his eyes to Leng Siyu, "Siyu, I will use your test paper." Nian Wentian knew that if Xia Pengfei wanted to use Leng Siyu’s test paper, Leng Siyu Most of them flatly refused, but if the teacher wanted to use it, she wouldn't be able to say anything.

  Leng Siyu respectfully handed the test papers to Nian Wentian, and swept Xia Pengfei’s test papers coldly, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The characters of this product are so good that they can be used directly as a copybook.

"Pengfei, first compare the gaps between you and Siyu in answering questions, especially the differences in the format, content, and thinking of the subjective questions. I will have to go to class three immediately. I will find ample time to discuss with you. talk."

   "Okay, Teacher Nian."

  Xia Pengfei took two test papers and glanced at Leng Siyu, who returned to his seat to continue his work, and returned to his seat.

  At this moment, Li Xiaoli, the representative of the Political Section, opened her throat and shouted, "Political work has been collected."

  "The text is accepted." Shu Daiyun, the representative of the language department, called.

  "The English Weekly has been received." Yuan Min, the representative of the English department, is not far behind.

  "Received the Geography Workbook." Kang Zhiyuan, the representative of the Geography Department, continued shouting.

  "The math error correction book has been collected." Chen Mingli, the representative of the mathematics department, roared casually.

  At this time, the ice sculpture beauty Leng Siyu also put down her pen and stood up calmly, "History homework, hand in immediately! Late delivery will not be accepted!..."

  This is the pattern after the first get out of class on Monday morning. When a representative of a department shouts loudly, it often triggers a series of chain reactions. Representatives of each department begin to bombard in turn.

  Xia Pengfei is new here, and he doesn’t need to hand in homework. He sat in his seat and admired Leng Siyu's test paper.

   Can’t see that her hand that has been torturing sandbags for a long time can write the words so gracefully and uniquely. A person who is obviously unreasonable but makes the historical argument full of facts, logical and powerful? Leng Siyu's answer sheet can be regarded as a model in terms of the standardization of the answer form, the richness of the answer content or the rigor of the answer thinking.

  Leng Siyu seems to be full of all kinds of irreconcilability, irreconcilable body and strength, irreconcilable appearance and personality, irreconcilable behavior and historical thinking...

  "Pengfei, bring your test papers, and I will help you analyze them." Ye Zhiqiu's voice was as warm as three spring sunshine, but Xia Pengfei just didn't hear...

  "Peng—" Ye Zhiqiu called out only one word, and stopped. Politics teacher Chen Keyan has entered the classroom...

In the kindergarten of    Affiliated Middle School, the bag on the back of Xiao Yuanyuan's head has almost disappeared. Zhao Hongxia was relieved, and then she wanted to call Cao Batian to speak.

  Little Yuanyuan called the bug aside and told the bug very solemnly, “Don’t tell my sister about today’s matter.”

  The bug is unknown, "Don't you want your sister to support you?"

"She can't know about this. She is so temperamental that Xiao Tiantian has to smash Xiao Tiantian into meatloaf. The murder is life-paying. After all, she is my sister. If the police uncle is taken away, my parents will be sad. And, more importantly, every time she cooks dishes I love."

   "You can't see Yuanyuan, your sister is so cruel to you, you still protect her so much!"

"It's not easy for her! She has to go to school every day, do housework, part-time work, and take care of the naughty me!" Xiao Yuanyuan sighed, "Hey! I told you that you don't understand it, like you in a greenhouse. Saplings cannot experience the pain of wind and rain."

  When school was over, Xiao Yuanyuan also grabbed Zhao Hongxia's clothes corner, and also told Zhao Hongxia to conceal today's affairs. Zhao Hongxia couldn't ask for it, and immediately agreed.

  Lanlan is already waiting at the door of the affiliated kindergarten.

   "Little Yuanyuan will go home with me, okay?" Lan Lan said.

   "Let's go, Yuanyuan, high school will have half an hour before school is over." Chongchong said.

  Madooka did not leave at the door, "My sister said, try not to increase trouble with others. You should go first. She will come to pick me up."

  Chongchong said: "Sister Yu often takes me home."

  Little Yuanyuan said: "Trouble others and helping others are two different things. Don't say more. I won't leave."

  This time, the bug was reluctant to leave. She begged Lanlan to say, "Let’s wait for Sister Yu to go home together."

   "Then... okay." Lan Lan was speechless and helpless. If she had to wait until the high school was over, where would she need to pick up people in advance.

  (End of this chapter)