Qianhao stood on the platform, facing the students of the whole class.
Some students will observe Qianhao's face after writing the answer. If Qianhao's expression is not very good, they will be more calm.
As a result, these students looked up and saw Qianhao frowning.
The students' hearts thumped.
Qianhao is preparing to reply to the millennium. Yu Guang glances at the students looking at him.
Qianhao's eyebrows wrinkled deeper. Qianhao held a mobile phone in his hand and said indifferently: "write the answer well."
Although it was only a gentle word, the students who peeked felt the oppression.
The students were so excited that they quickly lowered their heads and pretended to write seriously.
After Qianhao saw that those people all lowered their heads, he returned the news to qiansui.
"What's going on?"
Millennium has a lot of bitter water to say.
But with liquid medicine on your hand and a little pain now, it's not easy to type at the age of 1000.
But now in class, millennium can't use language.
So, Millennium said, "I'll tell you after class. I'm so angry!"
Qianhao looked up at qiansui. She could really see the appearance of fried hair. She was really angry now.
Although Qianhao wants to know what happened just now.
But now in class, he can't break the rules.
So Qianhao replied, "OK."
When Luo Xinyue finished writing his answer, he saw that millennium was looking at his mobile phone with a subtle expression.
Luo Xinyue asked, "who are you talking to?"
Luo Xinyue guesses that qiansui may be chatting with Ling Shen, because qiansui is injured now and naturally wants to complain to close people.
Qiansui glanced at Qianhao standing on the podium with a guilty conscience, and some said, "I, I'm chatting with my brother."
Millennium said, so he turned off his cell phone and put it on the table.
Brother.
Luo Xinyue didn't say anything.
She took back her sight and looked at the podium, but found that Qianhao was staring at them.
Luo Xinyue's heart clattered.
Why is Qianhao looking at them?
Is it because they talk?
That's not right. They spoke very quietly just now.
But anyway, Luo Xinyue is a little guilty.
Under the attention of Qianhao's eyes, she sat up uneasily. For fear that her sitting posture was not standard, Qianhao thought it was improper.
Qianhao was watching qiansui, but qiansui bowed his head and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Just at this time, the nearby Luo Xinyue moved, and Qianhao's vision moved from qiansui to Luo Xinyue.
Qianhao looks at Luo Xinyue.
Luo Xinyue was more nervous and his expression was uncontrollable.
Qianhao he Qimin suddenly saw Luo Xinyue's small action.
At ordinary times, Luo Xinyue is confident. This time, why are you nervous?
Can't you answer?
Thinking of this, Qianhao suddenly had a bad taste.
Usually Luo Xinyue answers questions very smoothly, just like no question can embarrass her.
Qianhao saw the perfect Luo new moon and suddenly wanted to see another Luo new moon.
After a while, Qianhao saw those people who had just bowed their heads to write their answers, and raised their heads one by one.
Qianhao stood up straight and began to look through the roster pretendingly.
Qianhao glanced at the name on the roster roughly, and finally locked it on Luo Xinyue's name.
His eyes were tinged with an imperceptible smile.
Qianhao asked, "have you finished writing?"
"Finished."
The classroom rang out one after another.
Qianhao gently raised his eyebrows and resumed the style of the black and elegant teacher. With a smile in his eyes, he said, "then I'll start calling the roll."
Although we were given time to prepare just now, this problem is indeed difficult, so when Qianhao wanted to call the roll, we still lowered our heads with a guilty conscience.
Luo Xinyue is not afraid to answer the question, but she just doesn't dare to look at Qianhao.
So when Qianhao's eyes swept over, Luo Xinyue still lowered his head with a guilty heart.
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