After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE

Chapter 3: 【03】

Originally slept yesterday, she has been relieved a lot from the result of dressing as a vicious female partner, but now seeing the male lead, she remembers the ending of receiving a bento by herself.

She looked at the cold and cold boy at the door, she seemed to be reticent, very different from the one who threatened her yesterday.

Zhao Minghua frowned slightly, staring at Xie Xinglin at the door, lowered his head and glanced at the watch in his hand, "I'm a minute late."

"Xie Xinglin, I will get a paper in my office after class and hand it in after school."

The chubby in front couldn't help but said to the same table, "Brother Xing is not late, didn't he just step on the class bell to come in?"

His loud voice was heard by Zhao Minghua.

Zhao Minghua glanced at Xiaopang coldly: "Peng Jianda, do you want a copy too?"

Peng Jianda immediately shook his head like a rattle, with a serious expression, "Yes, the teacher's punishment is right."

Zhao Minghua looked at the boy at the door: "Xie Xinglin will come in if you have no objection."

Standing at the back door, Xie Xinglin was silent for a while, his expression on his face difficult to distinguish.

Just when Su Qiuge thought he was going to raise his eyebrows next moment and said, "Why? I just didn't write," he unexpectedly-very cooperatively nodded slightly.

Su Qiuge:! !

Is this good student who looks gentle and introverted really the social brother who beat the yellow-haired punks yesterday? ?

Then, Xie Xinglin glanced at the classroom, probably knowing that he had changed positions. Then, he and Su Qiuge who was sitting in the last row looked at each other.

Xie Xing looked away without any disturbance, stood at the door for a while, and glanced at other places in the class.

Full of Dangdang.

Zhao Minghua raised his eyebrows when he saw him still standing at the door, "What's the matter? Why don't you come in as soon as you are late?"

Xie Xinglin pressed his lips, and the line of his jaw slightly converged with his movement. Then, he stepped up and walked towards the position next to Su Qiuge.

Su Qiuge put his chin on his right hand and glanced at him.

Xie Xinglin pulled the chair away and did not look at her after sitting down.

For some reason, Su Qiuge always felt that Xie Xinglin's lateness had something to do with what happened yesterday.

Although she did not do this, she felt guilty when she saw the band-aid on his face.

She turned her pen and told herself--

Su Qiuge, this is not your fault, you shouldn't blame yourself for being so kind.

Zhao Minghua on the stage knocked on the blackboard, "Take out the math papers you did yesterday."

"Shabu -" There was the sound of smoke filled the classroom papers.

Su Qiuge took out the paper and looked at Xie Xinglin next to him. His handwriting is slender and beautiful, refreshing and pleasing to the eye, and the whole paper is not full of questions.

If I remember correctly, her deskmate seems to be the first in grade every time.

Obviously this is in line with his male protagonist's personality. Who was the person she saw yesterday? ?

Zhao Minghua walked down and looked around while talking about the multiple-choice questions.

Su Qiuge felt that the teacher stayed a lot longer than others when she passed her seat, and seemed to be sure whether she had completed her homework.

So Su Qiuge deliberately turned the paper over, looked up at Zhao Minghua, and signaled that she not only did it in the front but also did it in the back.

After a glance, Zhao Minghua finally walked past her, and then came to Xiao Hei on her right.

Xiao Hei was a little nervous suddenly, and he sat very upright for a while.

As if inspired by Su Qiuge, Zhao Minghua said to Xiaohei, "Turn over and take a look."

Xiao Hei hadn't thought that Sister Hua would make such a move, and his dark complexion suddenly turned pale.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Minghua with a guilty expression. When he turned his head, he saw Su Qiuge on his left.

At the moment when he turned his head, Su Qiuge suddenly remembered that this person had covered his paper when he was reading early, and he looked wary of using her as a thief.

So she was also very vigilantly covering the answer on her paper, just like a widow covering her chastity memorial.

Not only that, Su Qiuge winked at Xiao Hei, and said a few words in a primary school chicken tone: I won't show you.

Xiao Hei: "..."

He resignedly turned the paper over.

Sure enough, half of this side was not finished.

Xiao Hei never imagined that Su Qiuge came later than himself, and could actually do faster than himself.

At this speed, she is absolutely scribbling!

Xiao Hei was still complaining, Zhao Minghua said coldly to him: "Tang Jie, you and Xie Xinglin will come to my office to pick up papers after class."

Some people in the class did not finish their homework, and Xie Xinglin was late, which made Zhao Minghua on the podium obviously not in a good mood. Those who speak quietly also sealed their mouths firmly.

"You can't even write homework well?"

"Your class is really the worst class I have ever brought. In the future, I can still count on you to win prizes in the province?"

Everyone lowered their heads.

Zhao Minghua said with a sullen face, "Class representative, go to my office and bring the printed papers. We will make papers for this get out of class and hand them in after class. I will correct and give scores."

As soon as the voice fell, a boy blew out like a tornado, for fear that he would be eaten raw later.

When the class was quiet, Su Qiuge heard the fat and white classmate Peng Jianda sigh at his table, "Sister Hua is really angry. Every time I get angry, I don't give lectures and ask us to make papers."

At this time, Su Qiuge's heart collapsed.

Got.

Yesterday’s homework is not finished yet, and now we have to usher in a brand new math paper.

When the papers were handed down, everyone began to work hard. Su Qiuge understood the horror of this sister Hua, and didn't dare to ask for it, so he took out the draft paper and began to calculate.

Who knows that the sky is not as expected.

In the middle of writing, the pen in her hand got stuck, and it was the kind of intermittent, stumbling writing.

Even worse, she rummaged through the drawer and found that the original owner seemed to have only such a pen...

As a high school student, there is only one pen!

Su Qiuge took a deep breath and looked up at the clock in the classroom.

No, I have to borrow a pen.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Xiao Hei on the right.

Tang Jie evolved and began to block his answers with a pencil case. When Su Qiuge turned his head, he carefully covered the answers tighter.

When Su Qiuge just wanted to speak, Tang Jie used her mouth to learn the way she was just now and said: Don't show it to you.

Su Qiuge: "..."

Has this person started a doll?

I rarely see you? ?

OK, this chastity archway is not reliable anymore.

So Su Qiuge turned his head to the left again.

Compared to Tang Jie, Xie Xinglin at the same table is much more magnanimous. Without concealing it, he held a pen in the calculation, and then filled in the answer.

His long fingers, distinct knuckles, and white skin make him look very beautiful.

But when Su Qiuge caught a glimpse of his cold side face and the band-aids on his side face, she felt that it was useless to borrow a pen.

and……

In case she talks to him, he thinks he is plotting wrong and wants to continue to retaliate against him...

Forget it, don't stimulate him.

And the classmate sitting in front was like a desperate Saburo writing, Su Qiuge patted him on the back lightly and found that he had no reaction at all.

"..."

Is this too immersive to weaken the senses?

Forget it, you can't rely on anyone, you can only rely on yourself.

If the water gets stuck, it will get stuck, maybe just a shake.

Thus, Su Qiuge began the arduous journey of writing questions while shaking his pen. She felt like she was in a convulsion, and she flicked her pen every once in a while.

When the big problem is solved, the stroke of the pen needs to be larger to get the water out.

When the bell rang at the end of get out of class and the class representative stood up and said "rewinding the papers", Su Qiuge had not finished writing one question.

The pen didn't work well, and it didn't respond after a long time.

So her temper came up and she shook it twice very hard.

Inferior pens, are they too short?

come! !

Hurt each other! !

At this moment, a miracle happened——

After Su Qiuge slammed the penholder, there was water in the pen that had been running out of water.

Not only is there water, but the ink in the pen seems to suddenly liberate the soul that has been imprisoned for a long time.

Like a goddess scattered flowers--

All of a sudden, it spilled on the school uniform jacket at her table.

Clouds of black ink smeared on the clean school uniform, and the air suddenly became very quiet.

Xie Xing lowered his eyes and slowly looked at the ink stain on his school uniform jacket.