Everyone looked at each other.

Even if the God is the last one, it is still their God.

Just looked at the male students and female students who just disliked that, they were all Schadenfreude, but now one face was full of worry.

As expected, they are not afraid of poor learning, but they are not good-looking.

This is the reality of the face watching era.

"Why did you hand in the blank paper?" The teacher said angrily.

Xuanyuan day one just lazily took back his eyes and said, "maybe I fell asleep by accident."

The head teacher was almost angry with him and sneered, "you still have the face to say it!"

Xuanyuan Tianyi: "didn't the teacher ask you first?"

Everyone:...

the head teacher:...

and then a few countdown, the first, proper C position, fell on Xuanyuan Tianyi.

The last three were fined to sweep the playground for a week.

After class, everyone complained in a low voice: "Xing Beiyan is really mean. Xuanyuan sits next to her and gets the first place in the whole class. Others are the last one in the exam. I'm speechless. If I do it for him, I can do it for him. I don't understand. Xuanyuan is punished and swept! I can't go to see him play basketball this afternoon

"That is, I now more and more hate these people who study well. I am really selfish to death, for fear that others copy their homework."

"..."

I don't know whether it's intentional or not. Their voice is loud and most people can hear it.

Xing Beiyan bit his lip and couldn't help whispering: "this is not good."

Unfortunately, her voice was too low to be heard.

Perhaps because of this, plus the last time she broke up with several girls, the class began to tell that she was a little old, bad character, selfish, and always spoke ill of her friends, and said that she was learning to be arrogant, and so on.

also make complaints about love disgrace on the post bar. She also likes to pester school grass. Dislike it.

Unfortunately, Xing Beiyan, who doesn't play with her mobile phone, doesn't know that she has been hacked.

Although she heard many people in the class talking about her, she didn't pay much attention to it.

In the afternoon, all the people who participated in the competition stayed. Wang Xuelu took them to the dance room, where there were already a group of male hip-hop dancers.

Originally I wanted to let them go. After discovering Wang Xuelu, who was the leader, she changed her attention and let their team come in.

Xing Beiyan had just entered the door, and she heard a chuckle in her ear: "this can't be dancing, is it?" A boy points to Xing Beiyan and laughs.

There is a female classmate disdain way: "what method, people want to participate!"

The boys looked at each other and laughed.

"Can you really dance like this?"

"It's not that I said you're not good, but it's amazing that you're standing in the line!"

"No, you don't know who is like you

"Come on, don't talk nonsense!" A sweaty boy frowned and stood up and said, "bullying a little girl, you really have no taste!" The boy glared at those jokes, and then wiped his sweat. He apologized to Xing Beiyan, whose face was red. "I'm sorry, classmate. They didn't mean to."

Several boys said with a smile: "we didn't mean to tell you the truth."

The boy looks back and stares at them and looks at Xing Beiyan helplessly.