"Teacher Huang, I thought my pen had just fallen off." Lu Jiajia turned around with a stiff face and broke a very inferior reason. In fact, this reason was also very sufficient.

Huang Bisheng nodded, said nothing, turned around and sat back in the back seat to observe the position.

Both Chinese and math teachers are female teachers wearing glasses. I forgot what the math teacher’s name is. The Chinese teacher’s name is deeply memorable. Her name is Huang Bisheng. All of them sighed very special when I heard this name! The classmates in the class have been gossiping for half a semester and have adapted various nicknames.

Back to the topic, the math teacher turned around after Huang Bisheng turned around and said, "22×2×3×4×553, Lu Jiajia, I think about this question myself, and the teacher won't explain it in detail."

At this time, the bell rang, Huang Bisheng walked from behind to the podium and sat on the podium. The math teacher put down the test paper: "The students are over, study hard to welcome the college entrance examination." Then he walked out of the classroom.

Huang Bisheng is our class teacher. She stays at the class for 24 hours a day. Other teachers will sit behind to review the test papers in Chinese class, and they don’t even feel free at all when they finish class.

I don’t dare to say a word in class and after class. I only dare to talk to my roommates after class. As for talking to others, I may be dreaming.

There are sixty classmates in the class. Although there are many people, they are not very crowded. Everyone has no classmates. Each table is more than one meter away and cannot be held hand in hand. Liu Chengyin is her best friend and roommate's back desk. Usually they are the best friends who talk the most.

It was so far away that Lu Jiajia had a little bad vision and couldn't see where Bi Longxin was at all.

Lu Jiajia sighed secretly, took out the blue notebook in a familiar way, and wrote on the notebook, "Why did you poke me just now? I almost killed me!" Taking advantage of the time when Huang Bisheng turned his head, he secretly passed it to Liu Chengyin on the back desk.

She also wanted to turn her head and say it straight, but no one spoke in this classroom, only the occasional sound of flipping through books and strokes. Once she spoke, she would definitely echo in the classroom several times, so she was notified to "your child would not listen", or directly notify her parents to come to school to educate students.

Because there was such a precedent, no one dared to speak. No matter when class is in or after class, no one dared to say a redundant sentence. Those who answered the wrong answer in class will also be named by the teacher and copied the answer a thousand times. It's really terrifying...

The notebook that had just been passed was quickly handed back. Lu Jiajia quickly turned her head and drew it, and opened it seriously.

I saw a note inside, and a paragraph of words: "I just signed the note from Bi Long, and I'll stand up when I answered a note!"

Seeing these familiar handwriting and vulgar words, Lu Jiajia's cold and peaceful face slightly shrank, she lowered her head and gritted her teeth and sighed again.

So just now, the math teacher didn't call her at all, but she just stood up with guilt. She was so fucking!

This is not the point. The point is how the note was passed. The two teachers watched from front and back, and the table was so far apart, and even if they had to talk about it, it was a miracle that the note could safely go from the rightmost to the leftmost!

Lu Jiajia wanted to turn her head and look at Bi Longxin's side face, look at his expression, and want to look at him to show that she had received the note, but her eyes were blurry and could not see clearly at all. All she saw was a mosaic.
Chapter completed!