Chapter 93

When the class bell rings, Mo Yutong, the class director, enters the classroom in a mess.

She squinted and looked around the classroom. At last, her eyes fell on Zhou Yu, whose face was covered with color, and Su Kui, whose desk was empty. A nameless fire rose in an instant.

Cold roll call, "Zhou Yu, wood light edge, come out with me, others study by themselves!"

There was no sound in the classroom. Hearing Mo Yutong's words, there was a clattering sound in the huge classroom, which was enough to see the power of Mo Yutong.

After all, it's difficult to control the powerful and lawless second generation of the rich, but Mo Yutong did it.

Of course, Mo Yutong has some background. He is 29 years old and graduated from Columbia University. He joined Huafeng as a teacher as soon as he graduated. He was also the head teacher as soon as he took office.

This is due to her father is president Hua Feng, and her family background is quite profound. It is said that she has a lot to do with politics. Some people who have higher requirements for their children are happy to send a middle-aged and two sick youth to class A, only hoping that someone can control them and prevent them from making troubles.

And Mo Yutong is naturally as expected. As time goes on, the students who were originally noisy are gradually quiet.

However, there are still several spikes, and Zhou Yu is one of them.

What Mo Yutong didn't understand was how the wood light edge of a good student had something to do with Zhou Yu, the prickly son who didn't accept the discipline.

Su Kui, who was named, got up quietly, flicked the dust that didn't exist on his uniform, and walked out of the classroom first.

Zhou Yu is not willing to show weakness, hate and hate to stare at Su Kui, followed closely.

Ya's hand is really cruel. Is her stomach still hurting? I don't know if I want to check it. He feels that she has kicked his intestines through.

They stood at the door side by side. Mo Yutong stepped on high heels and came to them. He squinted and looked at them from top to bottom. Zhou Yu was surprised to see them. She knew more or less about each student's character and talent in the class. Naturally, it is also clear that Zhou Yu reached the black belt stage of taekwondo as early as possible. It is not easy to defeat such a boy.

Look at Su Kui's intact clothes again, his face is white and clean, a cold posture, without any feeling of guilty.

Is it her fault? Who else is in trouble?

Mo Yutong did not speak for a long time, but looked at them with cold eyes. Unfortunately, she was doomed to be disappointed.

Zhou Yu stood beside Su Kui. His breath was full of fresh fragrance. He could not help but wander around the sky.

And Su Kui, let alone has been a person for three generations, even before she passed through, she would not be afraid of a small woman's scanning.

The two people's indifference undoubtedly made Mo Yutong's face dark again. At last, she couldn't hold her breath. She raised her chin to point at Zhou Yu's face. "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhou Yu didn't care. "What can I do? I fell!"

Mo Yutong choked, and the prepared long speeches were all stuck in his throat. He said no, no, and finally laughed angrily, "fell? Then you'll have a look at me again? "

Mo Yutong has always been a disgusting student. Basically, as long as they don't do anything out of the ordinary, she usually implements the principle of stocking state.