What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Yuki Tominaga has long thought about the position of his principal. You know, there are many places where you can make money in this position.

Nakamura Ninosuke sipped his tea, rubbed his temples tiredly, forget it, think about how to deal with him in the afternoon.

Even for that little fellow Aokiji, he can't just let the fat man take advantage of this opportunity to get him down!

School is a place of learning.Private schools, too!

Nakamura Jinnosuke firmly believes in this, and is willing to continue to work hard for it.Even in the current environment, his beliefs seem so ridiculous and flimsy.

"Aoki-kun, let's work hard for the exam." Nakamura Jinnosuke took out his mobile phone, pressed his fingers quickly, and began to prepare for the afternoon board meeting.

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Aoki stretched his waist, threw the paper aside, and raised his hand: "Teacher, I'm done."

Matsushita nodded kindly: "Ah, then you can put it on the table."

"Can I hand in the test in advance?" Aoki Si rubbed his brows, feeling so exhausted that he was dying.Training in the dream training room does not mean sleep. At night, his brain is always active to a certain extent.

Now that the papers are written, the exhaustion comes like a tide, Aoki Si feels that his eyelids are a little hard to open.

"Of course." Matsushita smiled and nodded: "Anyway, this is the last exam, you can go home directly."

Aoki Si widened his eyes when he heard the words: "Is it okay?"

"Uh, of course!" Matsushita smiled on the surface, but he was very speechless in his heart: It's not because you are the one who handed in the paper!

Aoki Division was overjoyed, he thought he would stay in the class all the time, and could not leave until all papers were handed in!

From this point of view, wouldn't it be possible to catch up on sleep by going home early in the afternoon?

Aoki immediately stood up and handed the paper to Matsushita: "Thank you."

"Uh, no, no need!" Matsushita-man's forehead faintly dripped with cold sweat, and Aoki Tsukasa's sudden politeness made him a little uncomfortable.

Sitting in the last row, Aoki raised his eyebrows at Maeda Tiger who was staring at him with envious eyes, and told him with his mouth that he was not allowed to hand in blank papers, so he carried his schoolbag and swayed it in his trouser pocket leave.

Some other students were envious and disgusted, but no one dared to say anything.

"Tch, anyway, he is such a bad boy, it doesn't matter if he takes the exam or not." Most of the people thought so.

Putting away the papers, Matsushita looked at Aoki Division's papers a little bored. The last subject was Mandarin. As a substitute teacher, Matsushita still had some confidence in the difficulty of the questions he gave.

Although he is not an elite teacher, he is still a bald man who worked hard at the age of thirty!I still remember my baldness. It was because I studied too hard in high school and stayed up late at home every day to study, so I started to lose my hair slowly...

The past is unbearable!Matsushita didn't want to think about that painful memory any more, and focused on reading the paper.

"Huh?" Matsushita, who was just taking a casual glance to relieve boredom, suddenly became serious.

The first question... yes!

The second question is also correct!

Multiple choice questions all right?

What about short answer questions?This idea is a bit novel, but strictly speaking, it is also correct!

Hiss... Matsushita's eyes widened: there must be something wrong, right?He, he, is this the paper he wrote?

But when he came back to his senses, this paper had already seen the end, and Matsushita couldn't help but sighed, and said in a low voice, "It's gone? It's... all right?"

My God, there is nothing wrong with this paper?

Matsushita turned the paper over and read it again from beginning to end, with an increasingly surprised expression on his face.

Shinmi Teruhashi looked down at Matsushita-man's expression of staring at the test paper getting more and more strange, worried in her heart, and was so entangled that she couldn't write on her own topic: Is Si Jun's mistake so unbelievable?

It shouldn't be, isn't Si Jun's study very good?

But I have only written for a little while, and Si Jun has already written all the questions. Can I do well in the exam like this?Wouldn't it just be filled out and handed in?Seeing that Si Jun is so sleepy today, maybe he doesn't want to take the exam.but……

Zhaoqiao Xinmei suddenly had a thought in her heart that made her a little unbelievable: Could it be that Si Jun really answered it seriously?

Looking at Matsushita's expression, Teruhashi Shinmi's eyes widened: Could it be true! ?

Matsushita sighed and put down the paper, stared at the students in the class and fell into deep thought: Could it be that I misunderstood Aoki-kun before?

Could it be that he is really a good boy who is serious and studious?

But when he thought of his ferocious face and all kinds of rumors in the school, Matsushita couldn't help but shook his head and fell into deep thought: Could it be that all his foolishness outside during the day is just pretending?Is he also studying hard at home alone like me?

Thinking of Aoki's bald head and the few strands of black hair hidden under his hat, Matsushita suddenly had a bold idea in his heart: Could it be that he was secretly studying at home...

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"Is that so?" Ninosuke Nakamura held the phone, his eyes a little excited: "Teacher Kazuma, are you sure?"

"Yes, I checked more than once." Matsushita replied respectfully on the phone.

"Okay, I know! Hang up first!" Nakamura Nishinosuke hung up the phone, stood in the office, faced the mirror, and straightened the tie around his neck.

He took a deep breath, looked at the somewhat old face in the mirror, stretched out his hand, gently stroked the meticulous silver hair on the back of his head, and buttoned it hard to make the back look a bit more straight. Send the breath out.

come on!

Nakamura Jinnosuke walked out of the principal's office with his head held high and walked slowly towards the conference room.

When the door of the conference room was pushed open, it was already full.