I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

No.1, Yuan Qingxue

No.2, Wuma Xingjin

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No.9, Kotoyuki Arakawa

Yuki Rina showed an incredible expression and looked at Miss Arakawa who was pretending to be reserved in surprise.

This is a high school known as a place where "nerds" gather. If you can get such a high ranking in the exam here, you will be a top student no matter where you are.

But there is a question mark over whether I can pass the exam...

At this time, Yuki Rina's cell phone with a stuffed bear pendant vibrated, and the caller was Teacher Wuma.

Calling at this time?

Yuki Rina answered with doubts. The voice from the other end made her think it was a prank for a moment, but the determined voice was so real.

"Don't worry, you will definitely pass the exam."

Yuki Rina asked hurriedly: "How did Mr. Wuma know!?"

"Because I am the one who graded the papers."

As a good student, you should naturally have the awareness to be pulled by the teacher to help relieve work pressure.

It was impossible to invite Yuan Qingxue, and the other students didn't have time. Only Wuma Xingjin, an idler, fished in the calligraphy group activity room all day long, so he was most suitable to be used as a coolie.

In the teacher's office, the wind from the air conditioner blew through the baffle, making a slight sound.

Ishida Yunmi used snacks in one hand and graded papers on the keyboard with the other. The crunching sound was like a chipmunk eating potato chips.

Megumi Morimiya put on black-framed anti-blue light glasses and sat upright staring at the screen. Her long hair was tied up, her waist was tight under the uniform, and her plump legs were faintly exposed under the stockings.

As for Wu Ma Xingjin, he used the free computer on the right side of Morimiya Megumi to review the test papers with her.

Morimiya Kei could see Wu Ma Xingjin when she turned to one side. Thinking of the scene in the staff lounge, her face felt hot and she kicked Wu Ma Xingjin with her heel to keep him away from her.

Um?What happened to Christianity?

Could it be that I have a fever?

Wuma Xingjin put his hand to Morimiya Megumi's forehead, trying to take her temperature. As a result, Morimiya Megumi's face turned redder, and she looked like a ripe tomato.

Morimiya Megumi slapped away Wuma Xingjin's extended hand, raised her head and looked around. When she found that no one was paying attention, she leaned down and whispered:

"Look where this is, there are other people here!"

"Does it mean that it's okay without anyone?"

"That's not allowed, don't touch the Christian's face casually."

"Okay..." Wuma Xingjin was a little regretful.

"Being obedient is a good child, and good children are rewarded."

"What reward?"

Wuma Xingjin's eyes drifted to a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in stockings in front of him. Because the distance was so close, he could even smell a faint fragrance.

If you bury your face on it, you will definitely be blessed in life, and the pastor once used these legs to help himself...

Thinking of this, Wuma Xingjin felt a little hot in his heart, and quickly moved his gaze to the half-dead cactus potted plant to distract his attention.

"The reward is a bottle of orange soda."

Morimiya Megumi took out a bottle of drink from the drawer, placed it in front of Wuma Xingjin, pushed a few strands of hair behind Yingrun's ears, and pretended to ignore his gaze, which was glued to her legs.

I say it's a reward every time, but it always makes me want to eat.

Wuma Xingjin opened the orange soda and took a sip, sighed, and continued to focus on the computer.

His efficiency was so fast that he didn't even have time to see a few words on the screen before he had already finished scoring and it was the next one's turn.

The frequent and crisp keyboard sounds attracted the sideways glances of Teacher He Zhi across from him. As the keyboard sounds continued to sound in short bursts, Teacher He Zhi gradually became annoyed.

After all, they are still students, and students are unreliable. Every score can determine the fate of the examinee.

This Wu Ma Xingjin treated these test papers with such a perfunctory attitude and graded them at such a fast speed.If he made a mistake, wouldn't it mean that the unlucky guy who passed through his hands would lose the opportunity to enter school?

Really, if you ask me, I shouldn't ask any students for help.

Teachers should have the authority of teachers. What does it look like to get along with students?

Finally, Teacher He Zhi couldn't help but said:

"Wuma, please drink some water.

By the way, did you refer to the standard answers given to you for scoring? "

"No."

Wuma Xingjin replied without raising his eyelids.

"That's good, that's good...what?!"

Teacher He Zhi almost spit the tea in his mouth onto the computer screen, coughed repeatedly, and asked:

"I know you study well, but do you know what the consequences will be for those students who study hard if they miss a question?"

Then Teacher Hezhi said to Morimiya Megumi in a serious tone:

"Let Mr. Wu Ma go to the calligraphy group to continue practicing. Mr. Morimiya, please read the test papers he has reviewed again."

"Also, I will report to Principal Suzuki!"

"If anything goes wrong, Wu Ma students will be responsible for it."

Morimiya Megumi, who was staring at the computer carefully to mark the test papers, frowned and was a little confused as to why Teacher He Zhi had such a big reaction.

Even Ishida Yunmei, who had always put on a bad show, couldn't stand it anymore and spoke for Wuma Xingjin:

"I say, establish the facts before questioning."

"This child's talent is better than ours. Don't look at it with ordinary eyes."

Teacher He Zhi was as stubborn as a stone and didn’t listen at all. He said stubbornly:

"Professor Morimiya is the one, don't you think it's too biased? Even if you have good grades and represent the school in the art awards, you can't be like this and not even go to class."

"What about classmate Yuan Qingxue?"

Ishida Yunmi crunched her potato chips and continued.

"She rarely goes to the classroom."

"She...she's the exception."

"Why can't Xingjin, a wuma who is a little worse than classmate Yuan Qingxue, not be able to do it?"

Teacher He Zhi was speechless.

Hearing what Ishida Yunmi said, Wu Ma Xingjin's face dropped. Why do everyone like to talk about this matter? Sooner or later, the minister will have to taste the taste of No. 2,

Every test was one point short, as if God was joking with him.

An insignificant score is a chasm that can never be crossed.

Chapter 200 What kind of doorknob boyfriend?

Since Teacher He Zhi couldn't stand it, there was no point in staying here. Wuma Xingjin simply stood up and gave up his position.

Wuma Xingjin thought that he could not convince Teacher He Zhi, so it was better to tell him the truth.

"There's no need to trouble Inspector Morimiya. Please come and take a look."

Because the honorifics were used, Teacher He Zhi was very helpful. Shi Shiran leaned over and looked at each question carefully, checking the answers printed in his hand from time to time.

Can't find any flaws.

After reviewing hundreds of test papers in just a few minutes, I would never be able to do such a fantasy.

How on earth is it done, ten lines at a glance?Can anyone really do it?

"Is there a problem?"

"No......"

"Then this place will be handed over to Teacher He Zhi, together with the share of Professor Morimiya."

Ishida Yunmei choked on her snack, slapped her chest hard, coughed and said aggrievedly: "Xiao Hui, are you going to leave me!?"

"I'll take the supervisor away!" Wuma Xingjin specially added: "Teacher Ishida, please work harder."

"This kid... must have done it on purpose!" Yunmi Ishida drank all the lactic acid bacteria drink from the box, crushed the box, and said bitterly.

Teacher He Zhi touched the top of his sparse head, poured a cup of tea with a wry smile, and sat in front of the computer to review it slowly. This amount of work could be completed in half an hour of overtime. It was indeed his own preconceptions. Ma Xingjin.

However, the relationship between Wu Ma Xingjin and Teacher Morimiya is really good.

"Eh?"

Before Morimiya Kei could react, she was taken to the flower garden by Wuma Xingjin.

"My work isn't done yet."

"Teacher He Zhi loves to get into trouble so much, why not just leave it to him."

Wuma Xingjin saw Yoko Kawaki on the second floor, waved hello, and then said to Morimiya Megumi:

"I think what Teacher He Zhi said is right. As a student, you still have to attend class."

"It definitely won't work today. After all, it's time for school to end."

No matter how wonderful your life is, you cannot ignore your status as a student.

"Next time Bishop Morimiya asks me to help, there must be a reward that can impress me. Orange soda or something like that. Don't treat me like a child."

Wuma Xingjin's eyes inadvertently glanced at Morimiya Megumi's collar.

"award?"

Perhaps aware of his malicious thoughts, Morimiya Kei subconsciously hugged her chest, then relaxed her shoulders, tightened her beautiful face, put on the majesty of a pastor, rubbed Wuma Xingjin's hair vigorously, and said with embarrassment and annoyance. :

"Okay, you've got the idea for me."