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Chapter 592 Can even write the wrong name?
She told Han Mochen that it was absolutely forbidden for the other party to use any interpersonal relationship to get her into a high-quality class, saying that she should let nature take its course.

So these years, Han Qianxiao has really been assigned to various bad classes "with the flow", and is a veritable "big brother" of all kinds of bad classes.

She looks thin and easy to bully on the surface, but she is ruthless in her heart. Every time she is promoted to a new class, she will clean up those prickly boys who like to jump around first, and then she will sleep in the classroom with peace of mind. , no one dared to provoke her.

It was only after she went to school that she felt the advantages of being a deaf child for the first time.

It was really cool not to hear any loud noises, which improved the quality of her sleep a lot.

If a teacher or leader comes over, she will let Zhinao Zero remind her in the space of her brain, and at that time, she will wake up leisurely.

Just now, when the teaching director, Director Wang, was 100 meters away from their classroom, Zhinao Zero reminded her in his mind.

Otherwise, she wouldn't get up from the table and be ready to be educated by everyone in class 9.

Her own ears can't hear how noisy the people in Class 9 are, but every time she just looks at the "grand event" in Class 9, she can guess how high the decibel level in the classroom is.

If Han Qianxiao was the teaching director, she would probably be so angry with these boys that she would slap the table.

It was precisely because Shao Fei turned his head and wanted to speak because the dean was about to arrive in class 9, Han Qianxiao gave him a verbal warning to go back.

It was expected that the dean would come, but it was unexpected that Zhuo Qiu would come.

Thinking that Zhuo Qiu was sent by Master Chen to supervise her, Han Qianxiao subconsciously straightened her back.

The moment Zhuo Qiu opened the back door and looked in, Han Qianxiao seriously took out an English copy for the first time, it was still new.

The one that doesn't even have a name on the cover...

"Whoever lends me a pen, the refill is fine too." Han Qianxiao wanted to take the pen, but found...

She didn't even have a pen in her desk belly, and then she remembered that she usually only studied at home in front of Han Mochen, so she simply put all her pens at home, and she never wrote at school. For homework, of course, I don't even bring a pen.

At this time, being inspected by "a certain parent", I suddenly became a little nervous.

The classmate Wu Yi, who is the dog at the same table, quickly handed over a pen: "Brother Xiao, use it slowly."

"Thank you." Han Qianxiao took the pen and wrote a name on the cover of the English version.

Halfway through writing, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."

Then quickly erased the name with a pen.

"What's the matter, brother Xiao? Is the pen not working?" Wu Yi leaned over to take a look.

I saw only the word "Han" faintly visible on the notebook, but the last two words were blacked out, and I don't know what was written earlier.

Han Qianxiao was extremely embarrassed. Could it be that he could write his name wrong if he didn't write his name for a long time?

I don't know which nerve was pulled just now, but I wrote the three characters "Han Qianxiao" into... "Han Mo Chen", quickly erased the last two words, and Han Qianxiao's face began to burn.

Shame...

Shao Fei in front still couldn't help turning his head: "Koutian's pen is not easy to use, use mine, Brother Xiao, look, my ink is fast and beautiful."

As he spoke, Shao Fei took his own pen and drew a few random strokes on Han Qianxiao's English text.

Han Qianxiao: "..." Sure enough, the ink came out smoothly.

(End of this chapter)