The best male god of rebirth

Chapter 53 English Class Representative

Hundreds of thousands of songs in his mind, countless classic movies are his invincible chariot galloping the world.

And the other half of the plan, the novel, performed exceptionally well in this world.

On June 6th, Li Qingfeng updated five chapters. On this day alone, the subscription volume of five chapters reached an astonishing 8 million, which means that he can earn more than 120 a day.

This is not a small amount of money. Although in a short period of time, the earning is not as much as a few songs, but the novel will continue to be serialized for a year or two, and the earning power is not inferior to that of a few songs.

On June 6th, Li Qingfeng sat in his seat, surrounded by smiling Zhuang Xue'an.

Having not seen her sweetheart for a few days, Zhuang Xue'an was very happy sitting next to Li Qingfeng.

The two kept making small moves in private, and the ambiguity in the classroom made this clever and outstanding girl blush with embarrassment.

Li Qingfeng was originally in a relaxed mood, but Zhang Manxi's decision gave him a headache in English class.

"Our class hasn't had an English class representative for so long. According to my observations during this period, many students are suitable, but I don't think everyone will have any doubts about one of them."

When everyone heard these words, they turned their eyes to the last table in unison. The girls in the class were all somewhat complicated.

The boys are envious and jealous. This guy has completely stolen their limelight recently, and after watching the videos circulating on the Internet, he is really jealous.

The girls' eyes are shining. A few girls in the class counted the downloads of Li Qingfeng's songs in their spare time, which made everyone in the class amazed at Li Qingfeng.

Five songs, nearly 2000 million downloads, shows that Li Qingfeng can earn at least tens of millions in the past two months, and the tens of millions in 06 is definitely a big local tycoon.

Moreover, this young and outstanding local tyrant attended classes with them, even a simple-minded student could not help but have complicated thoughts.

Seeing this scene, Li Qingfeng had a bit of a dumbfounding expression on his face, looked at Zhang Manxi's half-smile eyes, stood up, and said softly: "Yes, I think the teacher is right.

For example, our class monitor, although she is in a high position, I think there is no problem with her English ability. Since the teacher chooses her, I support her with both hands. "

Zhang Manxi was a little helpless, this little cunning guy was also a little dazed when he thought of Li Qingfeng's recent performance, this guy has changed too much recently, it seems like a different person.

Why didn't I realize that this guy was so unscrupulous before, not to mention the occasional ambiguous poems in class, just the unscrupulous eyes, it seemed to strip her naked every time.

That extremely aggressive gaze sometimes made her feel shy. His eyes didn't look like a high school student at all, but like an uncle with many stories in his life.

All this is all the more obvious if you ignore the young and exaggerated face.

But that kind of mature temperament is mixed with a young and handsome face. The perfect fusion of these two features that she admires the most, her attraction began to soar.

Seeing that everyone below looked at her helplessly, Zhang Manxi felt a little hot for no reason.

"Li Qingfeng, don't talk about it, it is you. I believe that with your English level, if you are more than enough to be the representative of this class, everyone will not have any opinions."

After speaking, his face was a bit sly, and he looked at the students in the underground and said, "If anyone has any opinions, you may wish to answer my question in English with Li Qingfeng, about the inspiration of utopian socialism to us."

The students below all looked weird. What kind of nonsense question is this? Most people who speak Chinese can hardly say anything, and they still need to use English?Teacher, you are going too far.

What's more, that pervert Li Qingfeng, who wants to compete with him for an English class representative, isn't this brain hypoxia?
Li Qingfeng also couldn't laugh or cry, it's a bit shameless, you asked a group of high school students to answer this kind of question in English, now if you go to a university to find those who have passed CET-[-] or CET-[-], it's hard for a few of them to be able to say it.

Zhang Manxi's voice was somewhat relaxed and happy, seeing Li Qingfeng's gloomy expression gave him a rare feeling of winning a battle, and he was crushed by Li Qingfeng during this time.

"Since this is the case, let Li Qingfeng be our class representative. From now on, he will be responsible for daily English homework supervision, sending homework to the office, and being responsible for everyone's English questions."

Li Qingfeng was a little helpless when he heard this string of words, this girl is really eyeing me.

Then, as if remembering something, his face returned to calm.

With a somewhat mysterious smile, a charming arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and his deep eyes were fixed on Zhang Manxi.

He said softly, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey, teacher."

There is a bit of meaning in the soft tone.

Hearing this, Zhang Manxi's originally excited expression froze slightly. Doesn't this mean that he will spend more time alone with this guy in the future?
Thinking of Li Qingfeng's unscrupulous character, his heart beat a little faster, his face blushed slightly, and his tone trembled a little: "Well, you should sit down first, we will discuss this matter after class, now let's go to class "

Li Qingfeng sat down with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, looked at the suspicious eyes of Zhuang Xuean beside him, and whispered: "Haha, if you become an English class representative, you don't have to do your homework anymore."

Zhuang Xue'an snorted, seeing that Zhuang Xue'an didn't pay attention to them, and whispered: "You seem to have written what you said."

Li Qingfeng blushed, indeed, Zhuang Xue'an helped almost all of Li Qingfeng's homework during this time, if not for his impeccable performance in every class, those teachers would have troubled him long ago.

But also because of this, all the teachers let him answer the questions that other students couldn't answer.

Li Qingfeng has also become an excellent student in the teacher's mouth. Of course, he is the best except that he hardly listens to the class and does not do homework.

bell~bell~bell~
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhang Manxi collected a lot of homework, looked at Li Qingfeng who was sitting in the last seat, smiled slyly, and said loudly: "Representative of English class, come and help me get my homework back to the office."

After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and said loudly to the noisy classroom: "The history teacher has asked for leave for the next two classes, and you review by yourself."

wow~
There was a burst of cheers in the classroom.

Li Qingfeng looked at Zhang Manxi who was staring at him on the podium, shrugged and could only go up.

Reaching out to take the exercise book that Zhang Manxi was holding, he grabbed Zhang Manxi's little hand holding the exercise book intentionally or unintentionally.

After pressing the backs of those tender and delicate hands, Li Qingfeng jokingly said: "Teacher, your hands are hindering me, please let go, I'll just take my homework."

Zhang Manxi gave him a hard look when she saw that half-smile look in her eyes. In her imagination, this look should be a bit majestic, but in Li Qingfeng's eyes, it was very cute.

"then."

Zhang Manxi withdrew his hand, with an unnatural blush on his face, turned around and walked to the office first.

Li Qingfeng was not in a hurry, and followed behind Zhang Manxi to admire the beautiful figure of this long-legged teacher.

She was dressed in white business attire, the skirt on her lower body just reached her knees, and a pair of flesh-colored silk stockings tightly wrapped her slender legs, with a bit of unspeakable temptation.

A pair of black high-heeled shoes on the feet, the sound of da da sound like stepping on the heart.

(End of this chapter)