Abilities Rebirth: The Goddess of Scholar

Chapter 110 Someone is looking for you
Zhang Dameng repeatedly asked, and before he left, he didn't forget to throw several threatening looks at those young people with dirty minds in Class 1 of Senior Three.

These young people are not afraid of tigers when they are newborns, they just think of Zhang Dameng as Bao/Yanyan Xiaoxiao's big boss, and they don't have the slightest respect for him. When they receive threats from Zhang Dameng's eyes, they stare back with great courage.

Zhang Dameng wrote down those young people who were staring back one by one. If he had enough time, he wouldn't mind finding their parents and letting them teach them well!
Thinking of this, Zhang Dameng secretly sneered a few times in his heart, he didn't want to look at these young people anymore, he patted Yan Xiaoxiao and told her to just study at ease and not worry about anything.

Yan Xiaoxiao nodded obediently, Zhang Dameng saw that she was as cute and cute as a rabbit, and felt very relieved.

In the next second, Zhang Dameng suddenly remembered the scene of Yan Xiaoxiao beating up the little gangster in the alley, and he said in a low voice with complicated eyes: "Xiaoxiao, take it easy when you beat someone, so as not to cripple him."

Yan Xiaoxiao just nodded, not knowing that she was being photographed beating someone heroically in the alley: "Hey, Uncle Zhang, I have a good idea."

Zhang Dameng did everything he could do, and knowing that Yan Xiaoxiao had the ability to protect himself, he stuffed a few hundred yuan bills to Yan Xiaoxiao, and walked away gracefully.

Although Zhang Dameng has not been in the arena for many years, there are still legends about him in the arena.

Not to mention, Lin Kangyou, Zhang Dameng's life and death friend, is now a big boss in the underground world.

Even if they don't know about Zhang Dameng's glorious past, just hearing about Zhang Dameng's relationship with Lin Kangyou, regardless of whether it is black or white, will give him some face.

Yan Xiaoxiao stared straight at her with more than thirty pairs of eyes. With a calm complexion and steady steps, she went back to the classroom and sat down frankly, earnestly doing what she was supposed to do.

Yan Xiaoxiao would not do such stupid things to waste her time for unimportant people.

As for the various obscene words that drifted into her ears from time to time, Yan Xiaoxiao automatically filtered them out, pretending that they did not exist.

Arguing with fools is the most stupid thing to do.

That's right, in Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes, those classmates who "whispered", "made up nonsense", and "recklessly made up their minds" were a group of [capitalized] idiots!
It may be because of the urgent notice issued by Principal Wang. When the subject teachers of Class 1 ([-]) saw Yan Xiaoxiao who was as immobile as a mountain, although they had doubts and disgust in their eyes, they were very restrained.

The teachers of the subject no longer called her name to answer questions, nor did they show any dissatisfaction with her, as if there was no such one person in the classroom.

The morning class was over, Yan Xiaoxiao's mood was not affected in any way, she finished the exercises, packed her things and prepared to go home.

Recalling the searching eyes of those teachers, Yan Xiaoxiao curled her lips and smiled: It seems that her trick has worked.

Instead of defending her innocence with other people, it is better to find the most authoritative person directly and let him testify and support her.

"Yan Xiaoxiao."

Squad leader Gao De looked at the calm Yan Xiaoxiao with complicated eyes, "Someone is looking for you."

"not see."

Yan Xiaoxiao refused very simply, she had to go home to make lunch, and she didn't have time to talk to others.

"Yan Xiaoxiao..."

Gao De wanted to persuade him again, but Yan Xiaoxiao raised his hand to interrupt him: "No matter who entrusts you, you just go back and tell him that I'm not free."

Yan Xiaoxiao left without looking at Gao De, who had an ugly face. She walked away quickly, like a gust of wind.

(End of this chapter)