Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 461 It's Not So Easy to Be a Winner Dad!

Wu Qianman's eyes filled with mist, sniffing his nose, and nodded solemnly: "Zuer, I will definitely live up to this opportunity. Tonight, no, now, I'll go back and read the comics and study the script!"

Xi Zuer smiled lightly, raised her plain hand lightly, and patted her hand: "Go."

Some students stretched their necks anxiously: "I really want to see the plot of the fourth chapter. It is said that Nuwa stripped Fuxi's clothes. I searched all kinds of history books and various unofficial histories, but I couldn't find how to strip them. It's over." So what, it's too difficult to get stuck chasing manga..."

Xi Zuer glanced slightly, and gently pressed the album with her jade fingers: "Spoilers are not fun, wait for the update to be a good boy."

Xing Yue walked forward with a smile: "It's easy to spoil the spoilers. You go to the imperial capital to work in the summer vacation, and strive to be a group performer in the crew. The first-hand plot will definitely feast your eyes."

"Yes, Mr. Xing, you are too far-sighted!"

"Teacher Xing, please give me some advice on how to join the crew!"

The bustling voice of the Donghai class spread into the corridor.

The few returning students from the Nanshan class became even more listless after hearing the words: "That group of scumbags are really...so good..."

I used to think that those scumbags in Donghai class got high marks by accident.

As a result, in the exam room of the college entrance examination, the whole class was dozens of points above the key line, not to mention a perverted perfect score Xi Zuer.

"He has a lot of money, and now we are the scumbags, okay? We can't get a score of [-], and we don't dare to choose a slightly popular major, let alone a TOP[-] university... sober up, We are scumbags, and Donghai class is the winner dad!"

Someone in the Nanshan class finally admitted the reality.

The crowd was silent.

The former influential figures Xi Ruzhu, Nangong Meng, Wang Xin... have all become passing memories, and none of them had the last laugh.

But they mistakenly worshiped these people as gods of learning at the beginning, and they were so exhausted that they fell into a slump and fell step by step.

"If I had known, we should have worshiped Xi Zuer back then..." Someone finally regretted it.

Xing Yue pushed open the door, led everyone in the Donghai class out of the classroom, folded his arms around his chest, and pointed out bluntly: "You are wrong. The cubs in our class do not just worship their ancestors. Work hard."

"I heard that two days before the college entrance examination, you got the so-called betting book and went home to sleep, right? With all due respect, you deserve it!"

"Do you know how hard my cubs work? They spend the whole night doing paperwork!"

"That's right, it's just hugging Buddha's feet in a hurry, but if you hug it right, it works!"

"Just worshiping God and not working hard, are you daydreaming if you want to get something for nothing?"

"Being a winning dad is not easy!"

What Xing Yue said made everyone in Nanshan class feel even more ashamed.

Laziness, conceit, underestimation of the enemy, fluke, opportunistic... The mistakes they made are too numerous to count.

"Teacher Xing, you should wake us up earlier." Everyone in the Nanshan class was envious of the Donghai class. There was Xi Zuer, a fairy student, and Xing Yue, a teacher who protected the cubs.

Xing Yue: "Life is still long, let's learn a lot of wisdom. Although you failed in the exam, it's not that you didn't go to college. Work hard in college..."

The voice did not fall.

There was a light mocking sound.

"Xing Yue, it's very exciting to teach my students a lesson. You really can only be a worthless poor teacher for the rest of your life!"

Fang Yumei wears heavy makeup, a brand-name dress of unknown authenticity is tightly wrapped around her body, her walking posture becomes more and more enchanting, and she has a bold and unrestrained western style.

(End of this chapter)