It’s almost a month since school started, and life in the second year of high school is more tense than in the first year of high school. Teachers also come up with various ideas to improve students’ grades.

Recently, another trick has come out.

"There is a requirement from the level department that every morning, the students are responsible for giving out a question that you think is meaningful, copy it to the blackboard, and let the students answer it."

Ayu held the banana fan he bought for a 50 cents in his hand, and fanned the air while giving instructions to the students.

"I'm afraid you don't know what questions you are looking for, so I discussed with our teacher. They came up with the first question, and then we will go to the teacher to ask for it in the order of the class opening. Then come early in the morning and copy the questions on the blackboard. Then everyone will discuss it together. Do you understand?"

The palm-leaf fan slapped, and the students responded listlessly to Ayu's words, "Oh, can't the level department be safer? It's really crazy that you can't survive. You can do nothing but torture the students, right?"

The morning self-study tomorrow morning is English. The first place in the class is Di Sicong (see how Ayu chooses the class monitor, be lazy and lazy). He has to go to the English teacher to get the questions today, and then go to the classroom tomorrow morning to project the questions or copy them on the blackboard, so that the students can first learn by doing such questions before the self-study starts.

After Ayu left, the class members were basically unhappy when they discussed this matter loudly. After all, the first few students could still have teachers to deal with the questions. Where can they find the questions for those with the lowest rankings? And they were originally being misappropriated when they were resting, so they are not open to the forest!

Luo Xiaoyao's eyes were lit. He was probably the only one who was a poor student and thought it was a good thing. After all, someone went to the classroom to copy the questions early, so he could sleep a little longer and ask the person who copied the questions to help him pull out the charger!

The thing he was most worried about now was to get up early every day to pull out his universal charge in the projector in the classroom. Otherwise, if the teacher found out, it would be game over.

They are all classmates, and the grasshoppers on the same rope must help each other, and it is not in vain. He, Daxia Luo, is a famous generous person in the martial arts world!

So, on the first day, Di Sicong helped Luo Xiaoyao pull out the charger, and Luo Xiaoyao gave him a big loaf of bread as breakfast.

The next day, Wang Chenghao helped Luo Xiaoyao pull out the charger, and Luo Xiaoyao punched Wang Chenghao. Brother, I should do a favor. Do you dare to ask for compensation? Look for a fight!

However, Luo Xiaoyao, who was so proud, seemed to have forgotten that there was an old Chinese saying "repeat again and again," and an idiom "Things are not three". Can it go so smoothly on the third day?

On the third day, Zong Bairong was responsible for copying the topic.

She was holding a math problem related to ellipse. She had a picture and couldn't copy it on the blackboard, so she had to choose to project.

In fact, she almost forgot that she wanted to help Luo Xiaoyao get the charger, but when she opened the cover of the projector, the flashing universal chargers and mobile phone batteries came into her eyes.

Yes, it was those, she was a little surprised. After counting roughly, there were actually five chargers here - it seems that other students who live on campus got inspiration from Luo Xiaoyao.

She frowned slightly, bent down and squatted down, carefully pulled the things off the plug board, but she couldn't take them with her hands, so she finally had to hold these things in her arms, and stood up from the projector with some difficulty.

Then, she was stunned.

On the window outside the classroom, there was Mr. Wang, the deputy director of the department at their level.

Teacher Wang, wearing black-framed glasses, carried his hands behind his back, frowned so that he could kill a mosquito and stare at her seriously.

At that moment, Zong Bairong's mind was empty, and she couldn't remember what happened next. She had no impression of whether the teacher came into the class and took the chargers and batteries from her hand, or she obediently hugged the things and followed the teacher and sent them to the office.

When she woke up, other classmates had already arrived in the class, and she had been sitting in her own position in a daze, and there was no image of the projected topic yet.

She staggered to the podium and projected the questions given by the teacher as quickly as possible. Then, she couldn't help but squat down again. She had to look at it. She always felt that she was dreaming just now, and the chargers were still there, and Teacher Wang had never been here at all. Everything was fake.

However, the empty board told her to accept her fate. Teacher Wang did catch your braid. Moreover, she vaguely remembered that Teacher Wang threw down a harsh words, "Let her wait for the treatment"...

However, the matter with the teacher is not the most important thing. She has lost at least five classmates' chargers now. How should she explain to these five classmates?

There were more and more people in the classroom, but Zong Bairong felt that he had never expected time to pass slowly as slowly as he did now...
Chapter completed!