Xue God, you got the wrong object

Chapter 3 Homeroom Teacher Qin Shen

It's more like knocking on the door than knocking on the door. There was a "bang bang" sound, as if wishing to remove the classroom door.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

I saw a middle-aged Mediterranean wearing glasses at the gate of the second and third classes of high school, clutching a few answer sheets tightly in his hands, crumpling the test papers with all his strength, with an extremely unfriendly expression.

Jiang Ling raised her eyes, and her mind was focused on the identity, Qin Shen, the head teacher of the second and third grades of senior high school.

"Jiang Shijing, come to my office immediately!"

The sound was so loud that it almost shook the entire classroom.

Everyone was startled when they heard the angry voice, why was Lao Qin so angry so early in the morning?
One and two dare not speak, what did the boss do to anger their old Qin?

But after a while, I got used to it. Brother Jiang usually looks like a good student, but in fact he is wild and has a lot of tricks.

Probably the only student who topped the grade list every time, went back to the honor wall, and made the teacher worry.

Jiang Shijing, who was sitting on the table in the last row and blatantly looked at his phone, was as calm as he was when he heard the voice, and his hands paused uncontrollably.

Oops, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this phone again.

Mistake.

Looking up at their class Lao Qin with an angry expression on his face, he looked at the things in his hand, and his brows became clear.

Now that the results of the weekly exam for the first week of school have come out, Lao Qin probably came to him to talk about his handing in blank papers.

And this result is related to the important one-week competition training in the province.

It would be strange if we didn't find him.

But he wasn't worried about that.

Responded "Good teacher."

Not showing any fear at all.

Jiang Ling saw the male lead put down his phone leisurely and stood up from her side.

A shadow fell over her.

"Bring me the phone!"

Old Qin outside the door continued to speak.

So Jiang Shijing took the phone again, thinking to himself how could Lao Qin find out that he was so calm.

Then he went out with Lao Qin's angry eyes.

"By the way, Jiang Ling, come here too." Qin Shen outside the door suddenly thought that Jiang Ling, who was hospitalized, had already applied to return to school, but there were still some procedures to be completed and textbooks not taken.

His tone was calmer.

In an instant, Jiang Ling attracted a lot of attention just like Jiang Shijing.

Although she attracted a lot of attention this morning.

Outside the door, Jiang Shijing had already bypassed Lao Qin and walked straight to the office.

Jiang Ling also stood up and followed.

As soon as they left, the second and third classes of high school became noisy again in an instant.

"What did Brother Jiang do again?"

"Playing with your phone?"

"I can't. Brother Jiang didn't play with his mobile phone once or twice, nor was he taken away once or twice. Lao Qin hasn't gotten used to it yet?"

"Who knows? Anyway, Lao Qin can't do anything to Brother Jiang. His grades are good."

Some people are talking about Jiang Ling.

"Hey Brother Jiang said that Jiang Ling helped someone, when did you think Jiang Ling would help someone? Could it be a mistake?"

"So what do you think happened to Jiang Ling? Has it changed?"

"That's right. Could it be that I suddenly realized something after staying in the hospital once?"

"I suddenly realized that even Brother Jiang dared to fight?"

"..."

……

In the office on the third floor of the Duxing Building attached to Mingcheng.

Jiang Ling was standing on the left side of Jiang Shijing. She was 1.6 meters tall and looked really petite in front of the 1.8 meters male protagonist.

Turning your head slightly, you can see a loose button on the collar of the boy's summer blue and white school uniform, and you can faintly see the exposed cold white neck.

The office has already seen light coming in, and most of the teachers are packing up the lesson plans and teaching aids for the next class.

Seeing that the homeroom teacher of the second and third classes of senior high school brought someone in again in the second week of school, one saw that it was the boy in their class who was fair and clean and had good grades, so he understood.

They each do their own thing.

(End of this chapter)