Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

On the top of the classroom in the afternoon with an electric fan on, the hot breeze blowing every student's hair.

The cicada outside the window called in disgust, but did not wake the people who were taking a nap.

A girl sleeping with her school uniform on her body suddenly trembled. Then, she opened her eyes.

Curled eyelashes open, revealing light brown eyes like amber.

There was a flash of cold light in the fundus of her eyes, but it soon returned to normal.

Xi Ying changed her head from facing the window to the door of the classroom.

She saw a sign protruding from the front door of the classroom. It said class three, grade two.

This time she was a high school student.

Who is the girl she needs to help?

[this needs the host to find it. This is the first time that we have taken over such a task, but according to the information I have got, this girl who needs help from the host to attack is very obvious, and can be accurately detected within a week at most! 】

with the hint of a small billion yuan, Xi Ying can at least confirm that the girl who was attacked is in this school.

Suddenly, a figure came into the front door of the classroom.

Xi Ying fixed her eyes on a middle-aged man with narrow rimmed glasses. His hair is very small, and he is going to be bald, but he is very gentle, and there is a textbook in his creaky nest.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are two big characters printed on the textbook: mathematics.

This class is supposed to be a math teacher.

Xi Ying narrowed her eyes slightly and pretended to be asleep, but in fact she could see what happened.

She saw the math teacher sneak into the classroom, came to a girl's desk in the fourth row of the first group and tapped on her desk.

The girl looks as if she is not asleep. The math teacher knocks her head up.

The math teacher said two words to her. Xi Ying could understand other people's mouth patterns, so she could see what he said - come to the office with me.

The girl nodded, tidied up her clothes, and then got up carefully, so as not to wake up the students with the sound of the stool and chair, and crept out with the math teacher.

Xi Ying's heart did not think much, which is very common in school.

Probably because the girl's math is not good or her homework is wrong, the teacher took advantage of the lunch break to go to the office to correct the wrong questions, or to teach two sentences.

Xi Ying also sighed that it was not easy for teachers. A good lunch break should also be used to "open a small stove" for students who are not good at learning this subject.

The lunch break was about an hour, and it was only twenty minutes before Xi Ying woke up.

She was not sleepy, so she took out her homework according to the memory in her mind.

Her name is still Xi Ying. Her grades are good and her appearance is very ordinary. She belongs to the most common kind of girl in the class.

It won't be remembered, it won't be forgotten. It will not be targeted or envied.

It's ordinary, it's ordinary.

After Xi Ying has finished all of today's homework, the bell rings at the end of the lunch break, which is particularly harsh in a burst of silence.

Sure enough, the students who fell into sleep were awakened by the bell and raised their heads from the table.

Stretch the waist, knead the eyes of the rubbing eyes, there are students are holding a water cup to drink water in front of the water dispenser.