Back in high school, I attacked my rival

If he just bowed his head to the teacher as a student and confessed his mistakes, then he can do this without hesitation.But even if he anesthetized himself many times, he couldn't force himself to bow down to his love rival.

"Jie Qingyang?" Zhao Deyou reminded again in a cold voice.

There is also a scorching sight below, mixed with the sound of tense and undulating breathing, there is a feeling of trance and dizziness.

Why do I have to be suppressed by him again in this life, suppressed by him!Hell.Jie Qingyang struggled to move his feet that no longer belonged to him, and walked towards He Zhixiu who was standing in front of the first group.

He Zhixiu was a little unnatural, and suddenly let an unruly dog ​​lower its noble and unyielding head, he felt that his life would be shortened because of it.

"Director Zhao, why don't I," "Don't pamper him! Since ancient times, there have been no incidents of students beating teachers in our school. It is tolerance to let him continue here. Why, apologize and wrong him? This time is not good Punish him, and he will have to go to heaven in the future!"

He Zhixiu: I just want to sit down, I am tired from standing.

Jie Qingyang came to He Zhixiu, raised his head, his face was full of apology and sincerity, "I'm sorry, He, teacher."

"Speak up!" Zhao Deyou yelled again.

The first few rows were trembling with fright, the sense of substitution was too strong, they had already knelt down and started apologizing crazily.

Fortunately, it was not me who was standing on it, it was too scary!horrible! !

Some showed pity in their eyes, some couldn't bear to look directly at them, and lowered their heads.

In fact, there is no need to create such a solemn and depressing atmosphere at all. The main reason is that Class Nine has never experienced such a moment. It used to be relaxed and free. Even if the head teacher criticizes a certain classmate, at most it will be a little more serious than usual, and then continue to laugh. I will continue to talk to everyone, because everyone generally feels that as long as I admit my mistakes quickly enough, the teacher has no reason to criticize me more.

It's not like Zhao Deyou, who has a big face all day long, and his eyes are like that cold eagle, scanning everything in the classroom, not letting go of any clues, just like following the execution ground after self-criticism.

It was because Zhao Deyou's aura was so strong that they had no choice but to surrender.

The expression management suddenly got out of control, Jie Qingyang raised his head higher, blinked his eyes, he didn't want to show timidity in front of this man, show weakness, and admit defeat, "Mr. He, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, please, you give me one more chance."

He exhausted his strength, and his voice echoed in the small classroom for a long time.

Very bleak.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he bowed deeply to his love rival.

"I forgive you." He patted Jie Qingyang on the shoulder, turned his body slightly, and was only one centimeter away from his face, "The acting is very realistic, I have learned."

Jie Qingyang raised his head suddenly, and He Zhixiu had already straightened up, "Director Zhao, I'm leaving first."

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. He said to forgive me. Can I go back to my seat?" Jie Qingyang was still in shock, his heart was still beating and his face was burning. passed.

"go."

The class is always as chilly as a cemetery, on a hot day.

Jie Qingyang returned to his position with a nail-like gaze, and the sense of solidity was too good.

Before his butt is hot, Zhao Deyou's daily poisonous chicken soup is online.

"The monthly exam will be held on the 24th. I will arrange seats according to my grades. I don't know about other subjects. I am a math student. You must get full marks for any similar question types I have mentioned. The first five multiple-choice questions must be correct, and you must get one wrong. You don't deserve to stay here. We are an innovative liberal arts class, and our foundation is not solid. How can we expect you to achieve innovative results. I saw the math scores of your class's eight-school joint exam, and the highest score was 129, Chen Junhe. Then," Zhao Deyou snorted coldly , "110 points are gone, the score gap is serious, the gap is too large, and the average score is terribly low. I have never led a class with an average score of only 83 points! What are you studying every day? Are you listening in class? What? Some people can score more than [-] points in mathematics, but I will not get this score even if I fill in the math with my eyes closed. I think you are not focused on studying!!"

Jie Qingyang nodded, agreeing with what Zhao Deyou said, most people in Class Nine were really not focused on studying, except for Chen Junhe.Most people don't attend the class, except Chen Junhe.Except for Chinese, they have passed the science class, and their other grades have been left behind by a few blocks, and they can't keep up with the rocket.

Take the mathematics score of the science innovation class, the highest score is 144 points, and the average score is 115 points, and Jie Qingyang's score of 0 points is also included in the calculation.

What a terrifying existence.

Zhao Deyou is used to teaching good science classes. When he came to lead Class [-], he fell from heaven to the abyss. It was impossible to get a good mood. Almost no one answered questions in class, and he dared not sleep. The students were like puppets walking dead, with empty and ignorant eyes listening.

Their academic arrangement is to rely on Jie Qingyang to make a strong liberal arts school in the urban area.

Jie Qingyang's mathematics is basically perfect, English is stable at around 145, and Chinese is the worst at 126.

The other minor three subjects are more memorized. With his ingenuity, there is hope for him to get 200 in the comprehensive literature.

In recent years, there are very few people with a score of 600 or more in urban liberal arts. If Jie Qingyang wins the city's liberal arts champion, it will boost the school's name.

There is also great hope for the province's liberal arts champion to play well.

After all, science can score more than 700 points.

"I don't want to ask how you were before, but I know what's going on now! Those who scored less than 80 in this math test will have to stand up and listen to the class in the future!"

Zhao Deyou's requirements are already so low. In the first class, they were all under 120 and had to be boarded. Here, they can pass with only 80. Jie Qingyang has the final say in his heart, and it should be no problem to get [-] points.

After Zhao Deyou finished threatening, he stood at the door, looking at the sunset in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Copy the homework for me? It's due soon," said Li Zhuo, whom he had been looking for for so long. Li Zhuo's homework was of uneven quality. When it was good, it meant Chen Junhe copied it, and when it was bad, it meant someone else copied it.

I am sitting next to the person with the best grades, why go so far to borrow the last table.

Chen Junhe was stunned for a second, "You don't do it yourself, you want to copy mine?"

Jie Qingyang smiled awkwardly, "No, can I?"

"You are so sick, why come to class, why not go home for treatment."

"I think so too. My mother said that the main reason for this disease is that the pressure of studying in science classes forced me to be like this. I can't finish my homework every day and my brain is overused. How easy it is to come here now. Copying my homework for me will help. Let me recover, class monitor, elementary school bully, borrow me to copy, do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

"Then you promise me one thing," Chen Junhe spoke quickly.

"Say."

"My name is Li Zhuo. Don't get too close to Wu Yue's gang. You know how to play all day long. Don't study hard."

Jie Qingyang nodded, "Okay, okay, but you and Li Zhuo have a better relationship, why don't you just say it."

Chen Junhe lowered his head, leaned on the hand holding the pen, and his voice became softer, "He hates me very much."

How could Li Zhuo hate Chen Junhe, wishing to hold him in his hands to please him, did he not know how good he was, could he not recognize himself?

"Impossible. If you want to hate him, you also hate him. What is there to hate about you? Are you too good at studying? Or are you whiter than him?"

"Okay, okay, let's not discuss this matter first, copy the homework for me first, and I will tell him when it is late."

Chen Junhe generously gave him his English homework, and said thoughtfully, "I'm not sure about the eighth question, you can choose differently from me, and the others should be right."

Jie Qingyang opened it and boasted, "Look at you, you are careful, much better than Li Zhuo's big boss. If he dares to hate you, I will beat him for you."

"Then, beat him up lightly, and don't go to the hospital."

Jie Qingyang: Are you being polite?