Xia Mingqiao: "Is your hand okay? According to my experience, it should hurt for half an hour. During this period, I can help you."

Li Ziyang looked at her speechless for a long time.

How to help?

Can you hold my hand and help me write?

"If the teacher asks you to do the questions, I can help you write one. A draft is also fine."

How could she say such a thing...

Is it because he is the student union president?

After all, it is her duty to help her classmates.

but

Li Ziyang still refused.

He doesn't like bothering others very much.

He straightened up and said, "It's okay, I can do mental arithmetic just as well."

"Mental arithmetic?" Xia Mingqiao raised an eyebrow.

"right."

Li Ziyang said with confidence.

After all, we are top students.

…

But I didn't expect that the math teacher would not follow the routine.

The male math teacher who leads the first class is called Wen Qi.

He is 28 years old this year. He is tall, thin and a little handsome, so many girls only look at his face in class.

It is said that he scored 145 in mathematics and 289 in comprehensive science...

If I hadn't scored 37 in the English test, I would probably be graduates from top universities now.

Because he is a young teacher, he has a good way of "torturing" students.

That's how the title "God of Plague" came from.

"Classmates, did you have a good holiday?"

"joy!"

"It's nice to be happy..."

Wen Qi smiled at everyone, then walked off the podium and said, "I have already told you that you have to do your holiday homework by yourself, because I have to find someone to teach you at the beginning of school. For those who finish copying in an hour, please pray for the best."

It’s better not to be called by me.”

As soon as these words came out, there began to be quiet exchanges below.

Although everyone in this class is a top student, they should also be divided into types.

There are people who are smart and don't usually do homework but can get good results in exams.

There are also a few who are particularly good in English and Chinese, with nearly full marks, but are slightly weaker in mathematics, physics and chemistry.

If these two categories were asked to write questions, they would be in trouble.

Wen Qi: "Turn out your summer vacation homework. The last big question on page 28. Don't copy your answers. I want you to rewrite them on the spot. Okay, I'm here to call someone now. Student number 26!"

Li Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay okay okay.

Although my student number is close, it is not my own.

The classroom was quiet for a moment.

"Huh?" Wen Qi looked around and said, "Why is there no one?"

"Teacher, classmate Gao Chuhan on the 26th is sick and has asked for leave today."

Wen Qi nodded: "Oh, that's it. Then push forward..."

Li Ziyang silently prayed for classmate No. 25. He hoped that he would not die miserably when he went up.

This teacher is a smiling person.

If I can’t write the question, I will have to copy 100 similar questions!

"Push forward 10. Student No. 16 will go to the blackboard and write questions."

Holy shit!

Li Ziyang trembled when he heard No. 16.

Why are you so unlucky!

And regardless of whether he knows it or not, his heart will jump sharply when the teacher calls him on his name.

Squeak...

Li Ziyang stood up and walked towards the blackboard.

When Wen Qi saw that it was Li Ziyang, he put his hands behind his back and smiled evilly: "I didn't expect that Little 16 is our famous classmate Li Ziyang. He is second in grade."

"Um."

Li Ziyang responded softly, then helplessly looked for white chalk that could be used to write.

Wen Qi still joked: "Can you write? Ziyang Xiaopomegranate?"

The classmates in the class all covered their mouths and snickered when they heard this slightly artificial and doting tone.

Xia Mingqiao looked at Li Ziyang on the stage with some distress.

She knew that his hand was so painful that he could not hold the pen.

Click...

Sure enough, the chalk broke just as I was writing [Explanation].

Li Ziyang was speechless, then calmly bent down to pick up the chalk.

"teacher."

At this moment, Xia Mingqiao raised his hand.

The whole class looked at her.

Wen Qi said: "What's wrong?"

Xia Mingqiao glanced at Li Ziyang on the stage, his tone deepened, and he said: "His hand hurts so much that he can't write. Let me write for him."

Um?

Li Ziyang turned around suddenly and stared at her quietly.

This girl...

What Yin Zheng said before flashed through his mind: "She seems to be a bit pretentious, but she is actually friendly to others..."

Wen Qi was stunned for a long time, then waved her hand for her to come up: "Okay, then Li Ziyang said, you write it for him."

When Xia Mingqiao walked onto the stage, he did not forget to add one more sentence: "As expected of the president of the student union, he is always willing to help others. You all should learn from others!"

Xia Mingqiao's eyes were calm after hearing this, and when he walked in front of Li Ziyang, a soft light appeared in his eyes for a moment.

She knew that this was not selfless or helpful. In fact, except for her position as student union president, she would hardly meddle in other people's affairs.

But this is Li Ziyang.

I just have a preference for him.
Chapter completed!