Jiu Motoko walked to the playground, wondering where to go. Where was the place in the school to put spiritual objects?
This is difficult for her.
She looked towards another teaching building, which was not a place for candidates to go. She would go and take a look while there was still time.
As for Chinese teacher No. 2, we will deal with it later.
Thinking of this, Jiu Yuanzi quickly walked towards the teaching building.
Chinese teacher No. 2 had already noticed that she was missing and did not stand at the door properly at all.
He stood at the door, cracking his knuckles, gritting his teeth, just waiting for Jiu Motoko to come back and sentence her to death because there was a possibility of cheating out of sight.
As long as he makes a judgment, he can tear her into pieces with his own hands.
At this time, Jiu Yuanzi had already walked into the second teaching building as the principal's assistant.
There are student offices and several activity rooms on the first floor. No one is there right now. They may have all gone to invigilate exams.
Jiu Motoko walked up to the second floor and found a classroom full of students in the first classroom.
They were wearing uniforms and were holding wordless textbooks, staring at the books very seriously.
On the blackboard, the words "self-study" are written.
Jiu Motoko stood at the door, looking at the entire class of 50 students, whose eyes were painted.
Painted a circle with black, there are no pupils, just two pure black holes where the eyes are.
They didn't move at all. They just sat upright with their textbooks in hand. They were just puppets. It was so weird.
Jiu Motoko looked at it for a while and found it uninteresting. It felt like he had encountered a zombie that was on standby during the day. Unless specific conditions were triggered, there would be no other reaction.
She turned around and wanted to leave to check out other classes or the office, but suddenly she remembered Chinese teacher No. 2.
Then she turned around and walked into the classroom. The moment her eyes turned around, the font changed from: service, communication.
Became: discipline, confiscation.
Jiu Motoko walked up to the student in the first row, stretched out her palm in front of him, and said, "Take it out."
The dead student slowly raised his head and looked at her with dark round eyes without saying a word.
Jiu Yuanzi didn't say anything. He just stared at him with his eyes of discipline and confiscation, and by the way, he released a little pressure.
The two were in a stalemate like this for half a minute.
Finally, the student was defeated first and took out two pills from his trouser pocket and put them in her hands.
Jiu Motoko did not leave, but continued to stretch out his hand and stare at him motionless.
A pattern of sweat drawn with a pen appeared on the student's head. He took out a handful of Spirit Replenishing Crystals from another pocket and put it into Jiu Motoko's hand.
How many things can students have, but not everyone is like her. There are large supermarkets in the world, with all kinds of products.
In order to be able to cope with all the different dojos, Jiu Motoko turned Xiu Li Qian Kun into a large supermarket, buying both useful and useless things. Except that there was no customer base, it was no different from other supermarkets.
Jiu Motoko walked to the next student and continued to stretch out her hand.
With the first one taking the lead, the ones behind didn't hold on for a few seconds before they honestly took out the contents of their pockets.
Not only are there various soul-replenishing things, but you can also occasionally receive some spiritual objects, but the quality is not high enough, but for Jiu Motoko who wants to purchase, this is already a small goal.
She breathed a sigh of relief and was so scared that she thought she was going back to this dojo empty-handed.
Soon this classroom was ransacked by Jiu Motoko. After Jiu Motoko went out, he ransacked all the classrooms on the second floor before hurried back.
The other floors can only wait for other times to come back. Now she has to go back to take the exam and make up for the remaining two big questions.
Chinese teacher No. 2 stood at the door of the classroom with legs spread and arms folded, sneering, waiting for Shu Motoko to come back, or waiting for the bell to ring the end of the exam.
At this time, a woman came out of the stairs and walked towards him. Her eyes read: Service, convey.
She walked up to Chinese teacher No. 2 and said in a bad tone: "Teacher, why did you drive the students out of the classroom during exam time? What if she went to another class to peek at the content and cheat?
Fortunately, when I was making rounds, I saw her standing at the door. I heard that you were punishing her for standing, so I took her to the office and locked her up.
Now that the penalty station time is up, I brought her back to ensure that she had no chance of cheating.
But I will report this matter to the principal, and he will decide whether your behavior is right, teacher. "
Chinese teacher No. 2 asked blankly: "Who are you?"
"Me? The principal's newly promoted assistant to the principal. If you have any objections to the appointment, you can personally submit your opinion to the principal." Jiu Yuanzi said coldly.
"Now, can students come back to take exams?"
Chinese teacher No. 2 quickly said: “No, I just haven’t seen you before, so I’m asking.
Where are the students? It will be over in a few minutes, so let her go in for the exam quickly. "
Jiu Yuanzi turned around and shouted to the top of the stairs: "Why are you still standing at the top of the stairs? Why don't you come here quickly?"
There was no movement at the top of the stairs, which made her furious, and she strode over. High heels clicked on the floor.
Then she reached into the corner as if to pull something out.
After pulling twice and finding that it couldn't be pulled, she stepped in with one step.
Two seconds later, Jiu Motoko, wearing a pleated skirt, was pushed out from the corner.
There was also a voice coming, "Hurry up and go to the exam. I still have work to do, so I have to leave first."
Jiu Yuanzi glanced around the corner aggrievedly, then walked over and looked at Chinese Teacher No. 2 stubbornly, "Teacher, can you go in and continue the exam?"
"Go in." Chinese teacher No. 2 was extremely disappointed and told her to get out.
Then he stood on tiptoes and looked sideways at the stairs in the corner. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything. The principal's beautiful assistant seemed to be gone.
But after the proctoring is over, go look for her during the lunch break and ask her to have a meal with her in the cafeteria.
he thought happily.
However, Jiu Motoko successfully returned to the classroom and found that only eight students were dead. Dark blood flowed from the table to the ground, but none of the players died.
Including Zitong, he is also living well.
The classmate behind him had turned into a pile of bones scattered on the chair and the floor. There was still an arm on the table, with its finger still pointing at him.
But instead of stabbing Zitong to death in the front row, he stabbed all his flesh off.
Jiu Yuanzi glanced at Zitong. Maybe this was the spell he knew. He could deflect the opponent's attack without having to do it himself?
After all, he is Wenquxing, so it is normal for his spells to be insidious and hidden.
You can't just attack them like heavenly soldiers and generals, that would look so uneducated.
Jiu Motoko returned to his seat and found that there was no kind person on his test paper to help him write other contents.
I had no choice but to pick up the pen and start quickly compiling the contents of the second and third questions.
In essence, she was more or less involved in these two questions, and it was very easy to answer them.
At the last second before the exam, Jiu Motoko finished writing the test paper.
The final bell rang, and all the test papers on their desks turned into golden light and disappeared.
Each score appeared directly in front of everyone in the form of golden light.
Jiu Motoko scored 91 points and easily won this Chinese language test paper, which was full of points.
No student in the class scored below 60 points. Even Zitong scored 63 points. I don’t know where I copied it from.
"Ah, damn it. Student Zitong actually passed the exam. Could it be that the teacher let it slip?" she complained dissatisfiedly.
Zi Tong glared at her fiercely. Why did the teacher let him go? He was obviously the one who used the exchange technique to directly transfer the content from other people's test papers. He did it all by himself!
However, he clearly chose a person who seemed to write the fastest and looked like a knowledgeable person, but he only scored 63 points.
What was even more irritating was that in the last half hour, the person discovered that there was not a single word on the test paper.
While cursing, I grabbed my pen and rushed out another test paper, but I got 75 points.
Fortunately, he passed the exam, otherwise Zitong would have felt like he had no place to reason.
