National School Prince Is A Girl

Compared with the physics teacher's temperament, Fu Jiu's attitude is very calm. She has a single-handed posture in her belt. She is still cool and handsome, and her voice is also very cold. She only throws the other words: "Tutorial. ”

"Tutorial?" The physics teacher sneered aloud: "I don't know what method your mother used. I know the content of the exam in advance. This is really not done in school. But everyone knows, just seven days. It is impossible to know everything from perfection to perfection. This is simply a fantasy. What kind of tutor can do it? If there is such a tutor, what do we have to do with these teachers?"

The words of the physics teacher fell, and the teachers of several other classes also snorted: "If there is such a tutor, my old Li will automatically resign and let him teach in one!"

"Yes! Lies and said something practical, so what is the meaning of a lie that has been pierced?"

"Oh, our school should also check it out. Who sold these questions, and we have a class A, there is not a countdown to the first test. Who knows this?"

The director was not too intense. After all, the last incident was too big. He didn't want to take any risks and take any responsibility.

"Like this, Fu Jiu, you must call your parents first, and this matter must be resolved."

Fu Jiu's thin lip hook is more bent, and the sound pressure is low: "Solution? How to solve it? Want to expel these teachers from my filth?"

"Expulsion!?" The teacher listened to the funny: "Fu Jiu, Teacher Zhang is here, she is the most clear about your learning situation, well, you can say that we are filthy you, your teacher is also filthy you?"

Teacher Zhang is the physics teacher of Fu Ji’s class. She has long looked down on Fu Jiu in her heart. So the teachers in each class looked for her. She didn’t want to protect Fu Jiu. She was different from her English teacher. I don’t believe that this Fu Jiu will test the full score!

"Fu Jiu, this thing, you either admit mistakes, or ask parents to come over."

Wen Yan said that Fu Jiu’s eyes were completely smashed. At that moment, the black fog could overflow from the inside. The phone in her pocket had been shaking since the beginning. She did not go. tube.

The teacher next to me was annoyed: "Now, call your mom right away."

Fu Jiuji smiled, and the scorpion was a piece of cold: "This kind of thing doesn't need to call my mom." She said, she took the phone out and pressed the button, and put it in her ear: "Hey, desert. brother."

“Where are you?” The man’s voice sounded like a high-end red wine refrigerated in the refrigerator, and even if it was across the phone, it could make people feel the chill that permeated there.

Fu Jiuxiao is still there, some are careless: "The teachers called the office, so they didn't answer the phone. They didn't say that I cheated on the exam. Let me call the parents. I am still dealing with it. When I finish processing, I will give it to my brother. Go back."

Sitting in the back seat of the Hummer, the Qin desert heard the words, the slender fingers slammed down, and the light suddenly sank. Slowly, the data was placed next to it, and the low voice was calm: "Which office?"

"Ok?."

"I ask which office you are."

Fu Jiu: "The Office of the Age Group."

"Wait in place."

The four words that are not cold or not light can't hear any emotions.

But the familiar Qin Mo people know that the more he does not show his anger, the more dangerous...