You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Zeng Fan was about to tremble with anger. She knew that Gu Qingmang did it on purpose, but in front of so many teachers, she couldn't do anything to her, she was about to die of anger.

Qingmang wanted to laugh when she saw her face was blue and white for a while, but she didn't dare to react at all on this occasion, she could only desperately hold back her smile and pretend to be innocent.

Teacher Zeng, I didn't do that on purpose, do you think I'll clean up this place? Qingmang returned to his usual expression, and there was no clue when he spoke.

Being able to switch back and forth freely and seamlessly connect emotions is also a skill learned after rebirth.

It's just that Zeng Fan was going to be so angry that his face was black enough to drip ink. The person who used to look pretty good, but now Yanzi is really hard to see.

Oh, what should I do if I see her being so angry that she is so happy.

Before Zeng Fan could speak, Gu Qingmang stood by the math teacher who was called Old Man Zhao, and spoke first, Don't clean up, you're scared too, look. Raising her arm, she saw Wu Qing. Tsk tsk, my hands are scratched, go to the infirmary to see if there is anything wrong.

Qingmang looked at the old man Zhao, nodded blankly, and replied, Well, okay.

Well, for some reason, I think this little old man is kind and kind, and he is very cute.

To be honest, it was purely accidental that the old man Zhao would speak for her. After all, her mathematics is really unsightly, and she is often the one who competes for the last one or two places.

In the era of using performance to judge good or bad, old man Zhao is a strange existence.

Treating students, in his words, always depends on fate, not grades.

In this way, does Old Man Zhao feel that there is some fate?

This was the first time in a long time that a teacher spoke for her, and she was a little touched.

Hmm...she's really about to start learning math.

Zeng Fan was in a fit of rage, but he couldn't get angry in front of so many teachers. Seeing the old man Zhao was helping Gu Qingmang to speak, he held his chest in one breath.

If it were anyone else, it was just that the old man Zhao was a person who did not change his mind, and he had rich teaching experience. The students he taught were among the best in mathematics, with the exception of Gu Qingmang.

Although his personality was a little weird, even the school leaders looked at him differently, and she was not very good at directly refuting Old Man Zhao's face.

Mr. Zhao, look, I'm educating the students, why don't you go first? Zeng Fan sighed and tried to put on a normal expression.

The old man Zhao squinted and glanced at her, his beard curled up, Mr. Zeng, I'm not talking about you, you can't use the grades to define the quality of a student. Although this student Gu has bad grades, he doesn't understand and is never there. Make trouble in class and concentrate on your own business.”

For example, lying on the table to sleep, reading novels, leaving the exam paper empty, no scribbling and doodles, very clean and tidy.

Student Gu, do you think what I said is correct? At the end, the old man Zhao looked at her with a sincere look on his face.

Uh... Qingmang, who was standing beside him, listened to the old man Zhao, why did it sound a little strange?

Are you sure it's not to black her?

If she hadn't known about Old Man Zhao, she would have thought that Old Man Zhao was from Zeng Fan's side.

Mr. Zhao is right, that's exactly what he said. Qingmang nodded, expressing his approval of Old Man Zhao's words.

Well, what can she do, she is also desperate.