Quick Transmigration: Don't Be Slag

Shao Lin next to him was even more confused, so he asked:

"What, tell me quickly!"

Ding Xiufeng had an unfathomable expression on his face, even if he didn't speak, the angry Shao Lin also left.

After Ling Jin came back, he saw Ding Xiufeng staring at him all the time, so he glanced at Ding Xiufeng and asked:

"Didn't take any medicine?"

Ding Xiufeng shook his head deeply, and said:

"The boss is the boss, go to the toilet and get one?"

"No, quit." Ling Jin said coldly.

"Quit? Why?"

"Want to quit."

Just as Ding Xiufeng was about to say something, a classmate with glasses came and said nervously:

"Student Ding, Student Ling, the homeroom teacher is looking for you." After speaking, he left immediately.

Ding Xiufeng was puzzled and said:

"We haven't fought recently, and we haven't committed any crime."

Ling Jin thought for a while and said:

"Let's go!" After finishing speaking, he walked away with long legs, and Ding Xiufeng followed.

When I arrived at the office, there was not only one teacher, but also the teacher from the next class. The atmosphere was a bit relaxed, but the moment I saw the two of them, the atmosphere became serious in an instant. I saw the Chinese teacher looking at the homework seriously, with a very uncomfortable expression on his face. good.

Ding Xiufeng and Ling Jin walked over, the Chinese teacher turned around and asked:

"You all did your homework this time, you deserve praise!"

Ding Xiufeng immediately replied with a smile:

"Teacher, this is what we should do"

The Chinese teacher took out their homework again and said to them:

"I wrote it, but can you be more serious! Huh?"

"Ding Xiufeng, let me tell you about you first. You can copy the wrong lines? And the last question is ancient poetry. People ask the poet what he wants to express when he writes this poem. You are good, just write me an emotion. I don't know what it is." emotion?"

Ding Xiufeng and Ling Jin stood by the table and listened to the roar of the Chinese teacher. The English teacher next to him suppressed a smile, took a glass of water and persuaded:

"The children seem to be quite obedient, don't be too angry."

The Chinese teacher said:

"You are also angry when you come to see it, and Ling Jin, your handwriting is like a dog lying on it. I didn't understand a single word. Come on, come on, come and recognize your handwriting."

Ling Jin walked in, picked up his homework, and said:

"I can see."

The Chinese teacher raised his forehead angrily and asked:

"Then your exam is for yourself? The invigilator will give you zero points for this word, and will not give you any points."

Ding Xiufeng bowed his head beside him, his body trembling a little.

Ling Jin frowned delicately, and said:

"I know the teacher, I will change it."

The Chinese teacher saw that the young man knew his mistakes and could correct them, so he said earnestly:

"The teacher is also doing it for your own good. You will copy one of the texts to me every day from today!"

"Good teacher."

Ding Xiufeng next to him glanced at Ling Jin sympathetically, and then raised his head to look at the teacher. Just in time to meet the teacher's eyes, the Chinese teacher said:

"I almost forgot about you. You copy ancient poems to me every day, and you have to write the notes below. I don't believe you can't do it yet!"

With a bitter face, Ding Xiufeng replied:

"Good teacher."

The Chinese teacher pressed their temples and told them to go down. The teacher next to him said:

"Teacher Li, aren't those two problem teenagers in the class? I think the grades are just like that, or just leave it alone."

Waving his hand from the exam, he said with a smile:

"Whether they learn or not is their business, but as long as they are in school for a day, I have to take care of it."

The teacher next to him listened and said in admiration:

"Teacher Li is worthy of being a gold medal teacher!"

As time passed day by day, Ling Jin became more and more sure that Shen Yu was Ning Yuan, and the sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The author has something to say:

My treasures, I wrote an article for you today, and I am still thinking about your comments in my heart. You are still lukewarm to me. I know that my treasure is afraid that I will catch a cold if I get cold and hot for a while. My treasure Guys, I love you even more!