Chapter 43 Slap in the face (2)

Although Zhou Mo was confident and put forward the idea of ​​competing with Song Song Ranran, what everyone knows is-

In this competition, the English teacher originally gave the quota to Song Ranran.

She could refuse and was blameless.

However, when the atmosphere in the classroom became a little nervous, Song Ranran was still casual and relaxed.

As everyone was gaze, the girl blinked her bright eyes and her water-red lips moved, "Do you want to compete with me? It's good."

Song Ranran's voice was soft and soft, and she took Zhou Mo's words.

This comparison made Zhou Mo’s tone seem to be a little aggressive and a little aggressive. The onlookers couldn’t help but think.

"Ranran..." Jiang Wan was a little anxious.

"It's okay. Don't worry." Song Ranran comforted.

Jiang Wan looked carefully. The girl had no worries on her face, and the faint smile between her eyebrows and eyes did not look like a disguise, and she gradually felt relieved.

As soon as Song Ranran's answer was released, the reactions of each party were different.

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment when she easily agreed, and then she was overjoyed.

Other students in the class were so happy about this rare confrontation, and some even bet privately who would win in the end.

As for the English teacher, it seems that he is not very surprised by this situation.

Teacher Chen felt that this kind of competition could promote students' progress. After all, there was motivation only if there was a crisis. She had a gentle smile on her face, then waved to Song Ranran and Zhou Mo respectively, and took them to the office.

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Since we have to compare carefully, we must choose this test question carefully.

There are quite a lot of teachers left in the office now, especially several teachers in the English group who heard the news and came to join in the fun.

After a few teachers gathered together, they randomly selected several sets of questions and combined them into a test paper.

The questions are all drawn immediately, and they are absolutely fair and just.

The teacher was making questions, and Zhou Mo and Song Ranran sat on the chair on the other side waiting.

"Song Ranran, I won this time, and the recommended quota is mine." Zhou Mo wrapped her arms around her chest. She felt confused and felt that this quota was definitely hers.

"What if you lose?" Song Ranran asked back.

What's funny, lose? How could it be?

If it weren't for the ladylike image I've always maintained, Zhou Mo would have wanted to roll her eyes. "If I lose, I won't go."

After hearing Zhou Mo's words, Song Ranran narrowed her eyes and slowly reminded: "This recommended quota seems to be given to me by Teacher Chen."

"What do you want?" Zhou Mo frowned. She thought Song Ranran wanted to repent, and her tone was slightly impatient.

Seeing Zhou Mo having asked as she said, Song Ranran lowered her eyes gently, and pulled a perfect curve to the corner of her lips. If she ignored what she was going to say next, it would be a very well-behaved picture.

Song Ranran: "If you lose, I don't have high requirements. Just call me dad."

Zhou Mo: “??!”

Listening to the clear words coming from his ears, Zhou Mo suddenly looked up, with anger and shocked expression on his face, and three question marks seemed to appear on his head.

……dad?!

Could it be that Song Ranran is crazy?

Song Ranran: "Don't you want to agree? Or do you think you will lose?"

Song Ranran's tone was still soft and sweet, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were light and unexpectedly bright. For a moment, the girl seemed to have a stunning color.
Chapter completed!