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Wang Yize blinked his eyes twice, and was so angry that he almost didn't bring it up, "Forget you..."

Everyone in the second grade of high school knows that the English teacher in Class 6 is notoriously fond of arranging wrong questions. He has to hand in a set of wrong questions almost every day, and the workload is very huge.

"There are less than two months left for the final exam. If my physics score goes up, you will help me and Tang Xia copy the wrong English questions for a month next semester. Do you dare?" Han Yu was calm and composed.

Wang Yize can ask his parents to copy the questions instead, but he has to write the extra two copies by himself.

Tang Xia was surprised, even Zou Ziyu was stunned.

Judging by the boy's expression, it seems that he is bound to win.

The other students didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they booed one after another—

"Wang Yize, you bet! Bet bigger!"

"Yes, yes, refresh yourself!"

"This is to make trouble, who do you think will win?"

…

There was buzzing in my ears, full of discussions.

Wang Yize straightened his neck and went all out, "Bet! I won't make it difficult for you. If your final physics score is in the top ten in the class, I will cover the wrong questions for you two next semester. In addition," he is also stubborn , Still going to play, "Add this summer vacation, I will do your homework for you!"

Every year during the holidays, No. 1 Middle School distributes workbooks for each subject. It is the kind of "summer life" with answers on the last few pages, even if the teacher can't make corrections, the answers must be copied.

Students hate doing this kind of homework because it is a waste of time and it hurts their fingers.

Tang Xia burst out laughing, expressing deep admiration for Wang Yize's righteousness.

"Good! Backbone!"

The onlookers clapped desperately and laughed heartily.

This kind of "gambling" is only interesting after boring study.

And one of them was Han Yu.

"Then what about you, Han Yu?" Not to be outdone, Wang Yize asked the young man's leisurely expression.

"I will cover all your sanitation work next semester."

Han Yu didn't think too much, and spoke directly, as if he had already made up his mind.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an instant silence in the originally chaotic classroom.

Zou Ziyu was even more surprised. After all, Han Yu had a cleanliness obsession, she knew it, and the students also understood it more or less. Let Han Yu say it in person instead of cleaning, it seems that the two of them are really serious.

"Han Yu, you..." Tang Xia wasn't sure what the young man was thinking, anyway, he was always willful, and everything he did was completely subjective.

But he seemed to have a plan in his chest, and Tang Xia couldn't say anything to discourage his enthusiasm. After all, Han Yu proposed to study hard, which is rare in a hundred years!

"You said it!" Wang Yize was delighted. The bet Han Yu said was just right for him. He raised his head and said to the whole class, "Everyone testify, Han Yu and I will fulfill our promise after the final exam." .”

"Okay," Fu Han was the first to answer, and he was not optimistic about Han Yu, "Wang Yize, I think you are very sure this time."

Han Yu snorted coldly and didn't express any opinion.

"Come, come, bet, bet," Qi Hui said in a serious tone, "They bet on theirs, let's bet on ours, who wins?"

Qi Hui was originally determined to overwhelm Wang Yize. After all, he had known Han Yu for so long, and he didn't know much about the latter's nature, so he didn't even think about top ten in the class.

The top 30 in the class can be considered.

Qi Hui raised his head while talking, and unconsciously glanced at Han Yu from a distance, and saw the latter's eye knife flying towards him, and seemed to be saying silently-do you dare to bet on me?

He swallowed hard, and swallowed the sentence "I bet Wang Yize wins" mixed with saliva, bit the bullet and gritted his teeth: "I bet Han Yu wins, press ten packs of spicy strips."

At that time, Latiao was popular. Although it was named "the most junk snack in history", it was still very popular among students.

Second only to the smash hit little raccoon and magician crispy noodles.

They are all delicious things that can be bought for 50 cents.

The classroom suddenly became noisy again, chattering, and some excited ones even ran to Qi Hui's side, betting happily.

Han Yu snorted again, and the sigh in his nasal cavity expressed his dissatisfaction with Qi Hui's performance.

As a brother, shouldn't he support and trust him without principle? How do you look at the boy's expression just now, he is obviously a little reluctant?

"I heard you guys arguing from afar!"

Caught off guard, Teacher Luo appeared at the door of the classroom.

Tang Xia was startled and turned around quickly.

Teacher Luo's complexion was very bad, because the dean came from the office with her just now, and he heard the noise of his class after a long distance, just like a vegetable market.

At that time, Director Qi asked her displeasedly, "Which class, there is no discipline at all."

Teacher Luo heard the voice of Qi Hui in the quarrel, and for a while he answered either no or no, until finally Director Qi passed his gaze over, and then said with a sullen face: "The director saw a joke, it's my group of students."

Director Qi was taken aback for a moment, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Go back and get discipline, that's not okay."

"I see," Teacher Luo nodded, and said solemnly, "I will definitely."

She stood on the podium and glanced down. When the students saw the teacher, they were all obedient and quiet, which made her even more angry.

There is no self-consciousness and self-discipline at all. If she is not here, the world will be turned upside down. She doesn't look like a student!

"Our self-study class is not available today." Teacher Luo took off her glasses and rubbed between her brows. Without the cover of the glass lens, her sharp gaze went straight to the students sitting down, so that no one dared to look up.

Han Yu sat in the back and frowned.

In the past, if the teacher said that he would not be in class, he would shrug his shoulders and look indifferent. But it's different now, he is in the top ten of the target class, isn't Mr. Luo dragging himself down by doing this?

Han Yu was not very happy, his beautiful facial features were twisted together, and the peaks of his eyebrows were even bent.

"Everyone get up and line up outside." Teacher Luo didn't want to explain anything. After saying this, he walked off the podium and walked out of the classroom first.

The whole class was stunned in place, a little unsure what Teacher Luo meant by this. But after a few seconds, they all stood up, talking in low voices and going out to the corridor.

The team lined up in two columns, with Tang Xia at the back, one in front of Han Yu and one behind.

"Do you think Mr. Luo is angry and punished to stand collectively?" Wang Yize guessed.

"I don't think so," Zou Ziyu shook his head in denial, "Ms. Luo won't be like this even if she gets angry, if she is punished collectively, it will go to the principal."

The courageous students raised their hands after thinking about it.

Teacher Luo stopped at the door, stepped out with one foot, and said coldly, "Say."

"Teacher, what are we going to do?"

Everyone looked over in unison.

Teacher Luo only said three words—

"Change seats."