Zitong is being harassed by bad students, and others are also having a hard time.
There are too many abnormal students in this class. They just don't do the test papers themselves, and they go out to harass others.
Chinese teacher No. 2 doesn’t care as if he’s blind, but he does have no eyes, only understanding.
After Jiu Motoko took the lead in killing the guy who harassed him, he quickly finished writing all the fourth and first questions.
Then she planned to take a break first. She had been staring at the test paper and writing seriously for several minutes. She had to look far away to protect her vision.
Then, she glanced around and looked at Mr. Shi sitting in the middle row on the right, and she was stunned.
The student sitting in the row in front of Mr. Shi has his head missing.
When Jiu Motoko took a closer look, he realized that it was not missing, but that his neck had been stretched out and his head was hanging down.
The classmate's head passed through his legs, slipped under the chair, and came under Mr. Shi's desk.
She was trying to pass between his legs, moved her head up, and peeked at the answers on Mr. Shi's test paper.
Moreover, this is a female classmate with a pretty face, but I don’t know whether she is a player or an aborigine.
After all, this kind of behavior doesn't seem too unusual, and players can do it.
Mr. Shi discovered it. He looked down and saw the sudden head, and was startled.
Then he muttered angrily, "You actually want to have sex for nothing!"
He grabbed the pen in his hand and stabbed it at the face like crazy. He showed no mercy at all and only wrote frantically, as if the other person didn't want to peek at the answer, but wanted to steal his wallet.
Jiu Motoko could understand that if the head opened its mouth and bit it, Mr. Shi would lose his job.
Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. Of course they will be beaten to death.
There were only a few people in the class, six of them seemed to be crazy, and the other five were beaten to death by players.
Only Zitong was left. He was extremely honest and was constantly poked by the classmate behind him.
What poked him was not a pen, but a classmate's finger. Every time he poked, the flesh fell off. Now half of the classmate's body and head had fallen off to reveal the bones.
Jiu Motoko bit her lip and refrained from speaking.
She really wanted to shout out, you can't kill him by poking him like this, do something serious!
At this time, Chinese teacher No. 2 suddenly stood up, held his hands and walked in the classroom. He glanced at each student. It seemed that he was bored.
When he slowly walked to Jiu Motoko, he stopped, put his hands down on the table, and looked at her test paper.
As soon as Jiu Motoko saw it, he took his pen and pushed his palm away from the table.
"..." Chinese teacher No. 2 was stunned, and then put his hand on the table again, pressing it firmly, with such force that blue veins popped out.
Jiu Yuanzi stared at his hand in silence, then took a pen and wrote quickly on the back of his hand: Get out.
Chinese teacher No. 2 turned his hand over and stretched it out in front of her, making a gesture of clenching his palm into a fist like a claw to intimidate her.
Jiu Motoko sighed, put down her pen, put her hand in the pocket of her pleated skirt, took out a half-eaten butter sandwich bread, and put it in his hand with pain.
It's too much to come and confiscate snacks.
Chinese teacher No. 2 had a surprised expression on her face. She forgot to take her hand back and still stretched it out in front of her.
Jiu Motoko raised her head and gave him a sharp look. She knew the dojo questions today and didn't want to cause trouble. She just wanted to take the exam well.
Why are you forcing me?
I just want to take the exam well, isn't this okay?
She took out another deck of playing cards and put it in the teacher's hand, then took out a set of comics, sandbags, crystal clay, stickers, mirrors and a dozen books and handed them in honestly.
But Teacher No. 2 was not satisfied. He still stretched out his hand, as if I know you still have something, hand it over to me.
Although he may not mean it, it looks like it is very good.
Jiu Motoko turned out the two pockets on her skirt and shook them to show that they were empty.
The amount of debris in the palm of Chinese teacher No. 2 has already piled up in Lao Gao's hand. Otherwise, just a dozen books would be heavy enough.
Jiu Motoko stared at his eyes that only had words, and finally reached into his collar and pulled out a dozen envelopes with hearts drawn on them and words written on them.
love letter.
She angrily put the love letter on the table and wrote on the cover. The principal endorsed it, the dean endorsed it, the math teacher No. 2 endorsed it, the physical education teacher No. 2 announced it personally, the art teacher No. 2 endorsed it...
She wrote down all the cafeteria uncle No. 2 that she didn’t even know existed, but not the Chinese teacher No. 2.
After she had finished writing them all, she put the love letters into the teacher's hands.
Chinese teacher No. 2 gritted his teeth and pointed to the back door and said, "You have to stand outside for an hour, and you can only come in for the exam in the last ten minutes!"
Jiu Yuanzi stood up aggrievedly and said: "Teacher, if my test paper is lost or damaged by someone, it is your responsibility."
"Get out!" the teacher shouted.
If he didn't go out, he would lose control and want to twist her head off and crush it.
The other players looked at her blankly, not knowing what she wanted to do from the beginning. She just had to finish writing such a simple question.
If there are only ten minutes left, will I get a score of 59?
Jiu Motoko was driven outside the classroom and stood alone in the corridor.
Seeing that there was no one outside, Chinese teacher No. 2 also entered the classroom. She climbed directly onto the aisle railing, jumped from the second floor, and rushed straight to the library.
When the classrooms were divided on the first floor, there was a floor plan of the school on the wall. She had already memorized the structure of the school, and now she ran over immediately.
The door of the library was ajar, and Jiu Motoko took a peek. There was a teacher sitting inside, with the words "organize and check" written on his eyes.
She thought for a while, and her clothes began to change, becoming the same as the teacher's professional suit inside, and she was holding a folder in her hand.
Her hair was tied up, she wore a pair of rimless glasses, and her eyes turned into two words: service and communication.
Then Jiu Motoko walked into the library, came to Teacher **, and said, "Hello, I am the new assistant principal. The principal wants to find some books to read. Let me come over and pick them out."
Teacher ** looked up, was stunned for a few seconds, and then said: "What books does the principal want, I will get them for you."
"The principal only mentioned the scope. I will choose the rest myself, so I don't need to trouble you." Jiu Yuanzi's tone was a bit forceful. He said, "I have a backing. I only serve the principal. If you don't like it, I will make a small report." .
"Then you can choose." Teacher ** sat still and said without enthusiasm.
"Okay." Jiu Yuanzi walked directly to the bookshelf, entered the rows of bookshelves, and read the books on them.
The books on the bookshelf are all ancient books, some of which have been handed down from mortal libraries.
Even if there were any unique and unique books among them, she didn't know which ones they were, so it was impossible to pick them out and take them away.
Jiu Motoko is looking for books related to magic.
From the moment she entered this dojo and knew it was a gold medal, she wanted to find an opportunity to come to the library.
Wenqu Xingjun's Jinbang Dojo is where he teaches his disciples. If they cannot learn well, they cannot be let out. It is the best learning environment for people who are not self-disciplined.
There are definitely higher-level spells here.
The library is not too big. It is not a big school with tens of thousands of students, but there are many books.
Jiu Motoko quickly scanned the catalog of a book, pulled out some and flipped through it to confirm that the title and content were not different, and then concentrated on searching for the title.
Finally, she came to the last row and saw a shelf of notes.
Zitong's study notes.
Jiu Motoko took out the book and opened a page: Stargazing last night, I felt uneasy. Looking back, I haven't felt this way for a thousand years.
I suddenly felt something, immortality, is it intentional?
"..." Jiu Yuanzi raised his head and put away all the notes on the bookshelf.
There are no magic books. Brother Wenquxingjun is indeed a cultural person, and cultural people just like non-technical books.
But it’s not without gain.
Jiu Motoko casually took out a copy of "On the Law of Teachers" and took it outside and gave it to Teacher **, "The principal wants to reorganize the teacher team, so he should study this book first."
**The teacher was very surprised. The principal was afraid that he was crazy and looking for trouble.
She recorded the book and handed it to Jiu Motoko.
Jiu Motoko walked out of the library and looked up at the school's big clock. She had just been out for more than 20 minutes and still had time to go elsewhere.
Where will the school place the spiritual objects?
