Quick Transmigration: Don't Be Slag

The campus is always full of vitality in the early morning, and the big trees are green and green. I don’t know why Shi Yun has been avoiding everyone recently. Ling Jin is a little puzzled, but because he is still familiar with his wife, he doesn’t care too much, but Ding Xiufeng takes everything You can see it all.

Shen Yu was walking on the road when he was suddenly blocked by someone. He stopped and saw that the person who came was Shi Yun. Shi Yun's face was full of disgust, and he said:

"Fatty man, do you really think our boss likes you? That's just lying to you! You won't take it seriously!"

Shen Yu lowered her head, was silent for a while, mustered up her courage, and said:

"I know, so what?"

"Know that you are still far away from Ling Jin! I hate that you are with our boss!"

Shen Yu clenched her fists by her side, raised her head a little stubbornly, and said:

"If Ling Jin thinks so, I will leave." After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

The sound of reading in the classroom sounded, and Shen Yu was a little absent-minded, looking at the book quietly. He knew that Ling Jin would not like him, but learning from others made his heart feel like it was being torn apart. How much he hoped that Ling Jin would like him Just a little bit, just a little bit, can't you?

You may never know how much I love you and have noticed you from the very, very early days.

Ling Jin was lying on the table with his eyes closed. Anyway, he couldn't understand what the teacher was talking about, so he might as well sleep.

Ding Xiufeng next to him is not a material for studying either. One of them sleeps and the other plays with his mobile phone. Ding Xiufeng's family is still rich, so so many mobile phones have been confiscated, and he doesn't have a long memory.

The math teacher is on the top sin, tan, the two of them are immersed in their own world as if they can't hear, and suddenly the teacher called:

"Ling Jin, come up and draw a sin image."

Ling Jin stood up expressionlessly. The long and narrow fox looked at the blackboard, fell silent for a moment, and replied:

"Teacher, I won't!"

The teacher pointed to the blackboard and said:

"I just painted it all over again, can't you? Stand up!"

Ding Xiufeng held the mobile phone in one hand, and gave Ling Jin a thumbs up with the other. Unexpectedly, the teacher said again:

"He is at the same table, come up to answer questions!"

Ding Xiufeng was so scared that his phone almost fell on the ground. Ding Xiufeng immediately put the phone on the table, walked up it leisurely, looked at the title trigonometric function written by the teacher and was silent for a while, picked up the blue chalk, and roared in the classroom after finishing the drawing. Laughing, everyone seems to have clicked the laughing point, and can't stop, it's because of our great intelligence

——Drawing a triangle, the teacher's throat didn't hurt in an instant, but he just had a headache. The teacher glanced at Ding Xiufeng and fell silent. Ding Xiufeng asked confidently:

"Teacher, can I draw well?"

The teacher touched his heart and asked:

"Is this a sin image?"

Ding Xiufeng suddenly said with some uncertainty:

"probably!"

"Are you sure it is!!"

"Hmm... isn't that?" Ding Xiufeng thought he glanced at the teacher quietly and replied.

The teacher's face turned pale with anger, but he kept saying in his heart: It's okay, don't be angry, what's the matter!Your body is your own, don't be angry!

Ding Xiufeng looked at the teacher and asked with a guilty conscience:

"Teacher, can I go down?"

"Go down and stand up for me!" The teacher still couldn't hold back his frustration and said.

Ding Xiufeng had no choice but to stand on the side of his boss. Fortunately, the two tall and big boys were sitting in the back row, otherwise they had to stand outside to block people because of their physique.

Ling Jin fell asleep and ran away. Listening to the math teacher, it was like a jerky and difficult ancient prose. Although Ling Jin had experienced two lives, but in the first life, he was poor when he was a child and did not go to school. When leading troops to fight, I also recognized a few characters, and only read a few military books.

Not to mention the second life, he is directly the president, just a matter of signing, and the memory of the original owner. He can barely be regarded as a cultural person. In terms of talent, you can only learn it by yourself.

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