The President's Best Wife

Chapter 5 5 I boast about Haikou's capital, why are you so sour?
As soon as Wen Qiao ran to the door of the classroom, he was startled by a lion's roar from the Mediterranean Sea.

"Wen Qiao, can't you take this class yet? I only have a few classes a month. You're either absent or late. If you don't take it, get the hell out of here."

When Wen Qiao saw Xia Xia shrugging her shoulders, she knew that this fake request was not successful.

Looking at the furious and black-faced Mediterranean Sea, Wen Qiao no longer had the slightest joy of being reborn.

Their math teacher, named Hai Zhongquan, began to bald before he was forty, and because of his perverted severity, his classmates called him Mediterranean in private.

Wen Qiao in her previous life was able to pass other subjects, except high math, which never passed. Although Hai Zhongquan spoke harsh words, he never gave up on her in his heart and had always placed hope in her.

But she was so focused on Fu Shiheng that she had no intention of studying at all, so that she still failed in high maths after graduation, and barely passed other subjects, and her father got her diploma through her connections.

In this life, Wen Qiao will never waste herself for that dog man.

"Mr. Hai, I promise I will never be late next time." She made an oath.

"I believed in your evil. How often did you say that? As a result, it's not that you should be late, you should be absent from class." Hai Zhongquan threw the textbook on the podium, pointed at Wen Qiao's nose and said bitterly.

Wen Qiao: "...I swear, it won't happen this time, and I promise to pass the high math in the final exam."

"What guarantee?" Hai Zhongquan looked at her, as if he didn't believe her at all.

Wen Qiao: "...I, if I fail, how about I volunteer to clean the toilet for a month?"

OK, hard enough.

"Remember your promise." Hai Zhongquan waved at her, "Go back."

"Dele."

Hearing Wen Qiao's unreserved voice, Hai Zhongquan lowered his eyes and snickered, who is this kid with?

As soon as Wen Qiao sat down, there was a strange voice behind him, "Cut, I don't care about my own virtues. People with more than ten points in the exam dare to boast. They want to pass in just one month? Are you dreaming?"

Wen Qiao turned her head and glanced at her. This person looked familiar, but it was Yu Qiaoqiao, Wen Xin's assistant after her acting career became popular.

Ever since Wenxin was photographed by a film crew last semester and became the second female lead, she became popular, and many people in the school began to flatter her overtly and secretly.

Even her major in dance has many people flocking to her warmth.

She used to simply think that Yu Qiaoqiao's displeasure with her was just because her family background was better than hers, which made her jealous, but she didn't expect her to step on her to please Wen Xin for another purpose.

"I boast that Haikou has the capital to boast about Haikou, but you are not as sour as you are."

"That's right, I'm at the bottom of my grades, so I'm ashamed to talk about others. Well, Wen Qiao concentrates on listening to the class, and don't be affected by some flies." Xia Xia helped her speak, and slapped Yu Qiaoqiao hard.

"You..." Yu Qiaoqiao stood up abruptly, startling the Mediterranean who was giving a lecture.

"What are you doing? You can't wait to stand up before I finish speaking. Do you have a problem with my teaching method or do you think you can do it?" What I hate the most is that I am super focused on my work, and I am suddenly interrupted by someone, so I said seriously .

Yu Qiaoqiao was looked at by the whole class with all kinds of eyes, and her face turned into a pig's liver in embarrassment, "No...it's not..."

"No? I see that you look like you can't wait to rush up to the podium and push me off. Come on, sit down quickly. This class is very important, and the key points of the final exam must be taken." The progress of the students should not be delayed.

Yu Qiaoqiao sat down and stared at Wen Qiao's straight back, and turned the book to the designated page number.

(End of this chapter)