Xue God, you got the wrong object

Chapter 7
When he is easy to fool? !

This kid did it on purpose!
"The question is too difficult, I haven't finished it yet, teacher, I will pay attention next time, and I will definitely paint it on." Jiang Shijing promised solemnly, and raised three fingers as he spoke.

It seems that you have to be as serious as you want, and it's quick to admit your mistakes.

"Next time? Do you know what the test scores are for this time? Next time! Ah?!"

know.

The above is selecting candidates for provincial competition training according to their grades, and the province directly receives the school's grades and enters the student information.

But he didn't plan to go, if nothing unexpected happened, if he went, he would run into that freshman girl named Ruan An'an again.

Jiang Shijing touched his face and it felt a little wet, "I don't know."

"This is for training! It's time to represent our school! Now it's all right, the grade system has entered it and reported it directly. The Ministry of Human Resources will directly judge the people who are ahead of our grade."

"Now you gave me a zero egg and handed in a blank paper? Is it fun? You are the first in science and you don't go at such a critical moment?! How do you want me to change it and tell the school?"

The class teacher Qin Shen roared with all his strength.

The other teachers put down what they were doing after hearing this, and stopped chatting.

They were all a little puzzled and shocked. They all knew that Jiang Shijing's grades were good and he did the test questions quickly, and he was first in the next grade.

This week's exam results haven't come out yet, and the grade rankings haven't come out yet, and they don't know what's going on with Teacher Qin.

Just now, Teacher Qin was angry because Jiang Shijing was careless and missed a few multiple-choice questions, but he turned in Bai's answer sheet?

The female teacher who originally wanted to persuade Qin Shen not to be so angry with the students stopped her movements and sat back again, unable to persuade her to come back.

Jiang Shijing felt the eyes of the teachers, "Hey, I'm sorry, teachers, our teacher is mad at me, you are busy."

Qin Shen also sent other teachers to say nothing.

It's not easy for other teachers to say anything about this, including the subject teachers of Classes [-] and [-] of Senior High School. Let the class teacher worry about this kind of thing, and everyone will do their own things.

And in fact, Jiang Shijing handed in two blank papers, English and Chinese, and the teachers of these two subjects are not in this office.

Jiang Shijing turned his head to Qin Shen, his face blushing and his heart not beating, and his expression was frank, "Teacher, this can't be changed, a zero score is a zero score, the exam is fair and just."

Jiang Shijing smiled politely, as a matter of course, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of respect, "You said it."

Qin Shen almost died of anger on the spot.

"you?!"

Qin Shen looked at Jiang Shijing's reticent look through the lens, and felt that Jiang Shijing hadn't been scolded since the summer vacation.

So he shouted to a male teacher in the office who had lost his hair early because of life, "Xiao Gao, Jiang Shijing won't be going to the next chemistry class."

The teacher over there understood, and responded, "Ah, fine."

Jiang Shijing: ...

Lao Qin is so angry that he wants to say that he has a class, oh, it may be more than that.

All right, just say it, it just so happens that he doesn't want to go either.

Then he said, "Teacher, can I sit down and listen to your scolding?"

Qin Shen, who was about to scold someone, "...sit down."

Jiang Shijing randomly found a chair, next to Qin Shen's stool, facing Qin Shen, with his right elbow resting on the desk, looking cute.

"Thank you, teacher. Okay, teacher, you can scold me. I promise you that this will never happen in the future."

Qin Shen: ...

How does this feel like chatter?
Did he let Jiang Shijing, a brat, come over to chat?
……

When Jiang Ling returned to the classroom, the class was not quiet, and the students who were studying were still immersed in their studies, bowing their heads like they wanted to stuff books into their foreheads.

(End of this chapter)