After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 94

"what?"

Hearing what Tang Qing said, Feng Le was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't realize it, so it's over like this?

Wouldn't Tang Qing be suspicious when he saw two different handwritings?

After all, thinking about it now, her handwriting and the original owner's handwriting are really quite different.

After all, even if the original owner went to school at an older age, the teacher would always ask them how to write. When they were in high school, they copied so many books, and the handwritten words naturally became one.

But Feng Le was different. When she was studying, she had to go back to the orphanage after school to take care of the children and do other things. In addition, the teacher knew the situation and didn't care too much. Later, she dropped out of school early, which made Feng Le's handwriting very poor.

During the summer vacation, Lin Chaoyu often complained that her handwriting looked like chicken feet.

Now being put down so lightly by Tang Qing, Feng Le was completely stunned, and he didn't know how he got back to his seat.

Tang Qing, on the other hand, continued to look down at the test paper. Fortunately, the words were scribbled, but he could still see what was written.

If it was not written by Feng Le just now, Tang Qing would have thought that it was written by some classmate and asked Feng Le to hand it in such a sloppy and ugly font.

Tang Qing knew that Feng Le wrote the test papers herself, and also knew that her grades were not good before, so she only had one thought in her mind, that is, Feng Le started to catch up with his studies this summer vacation, and he would write the test papers, but writing If you write too fast, the words will be scribbled.

But it doesn't matter, let her write test papers and copy books every day in the future, this little problem will be corrected one by one.

As soon as the class bell rang, Tang Qing immediately collected all the test papers, and then the next teacher came to class, and the two connected seamlessly.

The teacher of this class turned out to be Rococo.

When they saw her, all the students in the class became excited, but the excitement was nothing more than excitement, and many students' eyes fell on Luo Keke's hands.

After not seeing the test paper, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that not all teachers are as ruthless as Tang Qing, taking the exam on the first day of school.

Only then did he welcome him with a happy face.

"Long time no see, Teacher Luo!"

"Mr. Luo, I miss you so much during the summer vacation, do you miss me?"

"Teacher Coco..."

The cute-looking Rococo is very popular among a group of classmates. In addition, she has a lively personality and is young, so she can easily mingle with the classmates.

At this moment, she waved and greeted with a smile, then reached out and took out a newspaper, and the students suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"It's been a long time, students. The teacher misses you very much. The first class starts today, and we don't have class. Just read the newspaper briefly, okay?"

Students in class three and three: "..."

Not good, very bad.

The lovely and popular teacher Luo in front of me seems to have become hideous.

Looking at the densely written English newspapers, they were sent to the first student in the front row. Starting from her, they were passed on one by one, and each person read a paragraph.

The hair of the students in class three was numb.

Grass!
What happened to these teachers?
One is crazier than the other!
……

The students were like emotionless newspaper reading machines, holding a newspaper that Luo Keke had received from someone unknown, and reading paragraph by paragraph. When encountering words that she did not know, she would speak them out fluently and write them on the blackboard. write it out.

The students sitting in the front looked at the newspaper where it was their turn to be frightened, while the students in the back were praying secretly in their hearts.

The previous reading should be slower, slower, and slower, and it is best to delay until the end of get out of class.

But before get out of class was over, Luo Keke's cell phone rang in the middle of the class, and she quickly picked it up to answer the phone.

I don't know what was said on the phone, but Rococo's face was stunned when he heard it, his big black eyes turned red little by little, he sucked his nose, and his big eyes were filled with tears.

Looking at the teacher who looked like this, the students didn't seem to remember what happened just now, and they all looked at Rococo worriedly, wondering what happened?
Feng Le, who was sitting in the corner at the end, couldn't help raising his head, looking at Rococo.

Since meeting her yesterday, Luo Keke seemed to be not quite right, as if he was trying his best to endure something and avoid something.

But now, this phone call completely broke her defenses.

Feng Le couldn't help but guess with his thoughts, could it be that the netizen who Luo Keke waited all night in the Internet cafe yesterday didn't wait for the call?

"Same, students..."

Rococo, who hung up the phone, seemed to be trying his best to endure, not wanting to delay the study of the students.

"Ding dong..."

At this time, a multimedia message came from her mobile phone. Luo Keke was stunned, and couldn't help but click on it. The pictures loaded little by little. Looking at the above picture, Luo Keke couldn't hold back anymore.

With a "wow", she burst into tears. Looking at the students who were full of concern, she covered her mouth with her hand, turned her head and ran out of the classroom.

"teacher……"

"Ms. Luo, what happened to her?"

"Shall we go out and see what's going on?"

"She cried so sadly..."

The students were discussing in whispers, the teacher was not there, the more they discussed, the louder they were.

In the end, it was Wen Zicheng, the class monitor, who stood up.

"Quiet!"

"Quiet!"

He stepped onto the podium and patted the dilapidated wooden podium vigorously to silence the students.

"The teacher is not here, and the self-study class is starting now."

He sat down again when he saw that the students were silent.

Feng Le also took out his book, still thinking about Rococo.

Feng Le was sitting by the window on the far right. Turning his head, he could see the first-year high school freshmen starting military training on the playground below.

At this moment, Feng Le turned his head and saw Luo Keke running out.

Feng Le: "!!!"

Feng Le quickly raised his head and turned his head, intending to look at the running figure more carefully.

Rococo seemed to be afraid that her crying would affect the teachers and classmates in class, so she ran to the corner of the playground alone, hid under a big tree and cried bitterly.

And Feng Le's teaching building was at the back corner, so she could just see some, but when she wanted to see something, Wen Zicheng highlighted it.

"Student Feng Le, please take care of yourself and concentrate on your self-study?"

Wen Zicheng looked at Feng Le and said loudly. As soon as he spoke, the whole class looked at Feng Le in unison.

Feng Le opened his mouth, facing so many strange eyes, it seemed that he couldn't even speak.

"Okay, continue with self-study, you are already in the third year of high school, I hope you are more sober." Wen Zicheng said pointedly.

Many students couldn't help but frown upon hearing this.

This Wen Zicheng, there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains called the king, seeing his snarky appearance, who does he think he is.

(End of this chapter)