Rebirth: Cultivation of Immortals in the city

Chapter 22 The Little Overlord (1)
"Then explain it."

"First of all, the students on duty today do not have me, and the class leader asked me to wipe the blackboard out of laziness. I just didn't want to, so I was accused of not having team spirit."

"You're talking nonsense..." Zhao Yaoyao yelled when she saw that the lie was exposed on the spot.

"There is a schedule on the podium, am I talking nonsense, the teacher can see it at a glance."

Feng Qing glanced at Monday's duty schedule, and then felt that he had wronged the child, and said, "But you can't beat the monitor either."

"Teacher, I didn't hit the monitor. At that time, the monitor left the blackboard eraser on my desk. I thought the monitor forgot to wipe the blackboard, so I threw the blackboard eraser to the monitor. The whole class saw it."

Feng Qing scanned the students sitting below, and indeed no one objected to Long Su'er's words. In fact, Long Su'er had understood everyone's psychology. At this time, no one wanted to come out to cause trouble, and even With a state of mind of watching a play.

"I wronged you, and the teacher apologizes to you." Feng Qing is indeed a qualified teacher, and he can bow his head to the students when he realizes his mistakes.

"You're talking nonsense... I don't want to wipe the blackboard at all, I want to go to the teacher." Zhao Yaoyao suddenly became darker and darker.

Feng Qing's complexion is also very ugly. This child is good at studying, but his character is not good at all. Even if he bullies his classmates, he will ask her to judge him. She almost becomes an accomplice.

"Okay, monitor, don't say a few words, this matter is over now, I don't want similar things to happen again in the future." Feng Qing's voice was mixed with a bit of anger, which immediately made Zhao Yaoyao silent.

After all, junior high school students are still afraid of their teachers. No matter how aggressive they are, they will be supervised by their teachers as long as they are in school. This is a matter of course.

Only then Zhao Yaoyao fell silent, but there were thousands of grievances in her heart, she lay down on the table and began to cry, as if protesting against Teacher Feng Qing's unfairness.

Feng Qing didn't bother to talk to her at all, picked up the textbook and began to talk about verses. Being so noisy by them, it was delayed for more than ten minutes, and the progress of the teaching was delayed, so Feng Qing was trying to find a way to make it up.

After class, the students finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Feng Qing also packed up his textbooks and walked out of the door.

"Su'er, you are so powerful that Zhao Yaoyao has nothing to say." Jiang Dandan jumped over, looked at Long Su'er, and gave a high thumbs up, just like Su Ze.

Jiang Dandan is Long Su'er's friend, there are not many people in school who love her, Su Ze is one of them, Jiang Dandan is also the last one, think about it, my own soul is too failed to live, I have learned to bear it, but I am arrogant Strength is not even half a point.

"Let's have dinner together at noon." Jiang Dandan would invite every time, maybe Long Su'er was too silent, that's why she did this.

"it is good."

The cafeteria is only a few hundred meters away. It can be said to be a large multi-functional classroom. In the last class, students will bring their desks in, and the school kitchen will also carry their meals. Each person holds a card in his hand and swipes it directly. A meal doesn't cost a few bucks.

"This, this, a piece of rice." Long Su'er casually pointed to two decent dishes. The food in the cafeteria was almost inedible, because it was too cheap, so the quality was exceptionally mediocre.

Long Su'er swiped her card, and the total cost was only two yuan. She walked forward with the iron plate, and Jiang Dandan went to occupy a seat early. There were too many people in the cafeteria, so it was impossible to grab a seat.

"Oh, this meal looks really unappetizing. The food that poor people eat, they just don't have appetite." A blood-red figure stood in front of Long Su'er, with his eyes high above his head, looking like he was the only one who respected himself.

(End of this chapter)