Qin Ye's little ancestor is a real boss

Qin Lu was in the room, and he didn't wear his clothes so neatly.

He unbuttoned three or two buttons on his collar.

So, a sexy collarbone was exposed.

It was more sexy than completely exposed!

Nan Yan was so thirsty that she almost couldn't control her hands and went up to tear his collar open.

Fortunately, her reason prevailed and she lowered her head in panic.

Qin Lu was about to talk to her.

Seeing that she looked like she was going to be scolded, she couldn't help but wonder if he was too strict with her?

But since he had to take care of this child, he had to take care of her.

With the furry head in front of him, he naturally rubbed it: "Don't go out with men of bad conduct in the future, it's very dangerous."

Nan Yan agreed sullenly: "I know..."

"Go to bed early."

After Qin Lu left, Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the water dispenser to get a glass of cold water.

She was really, too useless.

It's just seeing the collarbone, why is there such a big reaction!

Feeling the temperature on her cheek, Nan Yan calmly poured a glass of cold water, drank it, went back to her room to take a shower and sleep.

I hope she doesn't have any weird dreams...

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The next day, while she was still in class, Shen Junqing sent her a message asking for her account number.

Nan Yan sent him her card number.

A few minutes later, a text message prompted that the money had arrived.

150 million.

Looking at the long string of zeros at the end, Nan Yan's financial anxiety was relieved a little.

She had thought about the destination of this money yesterday.

She planned to buy a laboratory.

This was originally part of her plan, but because of the windfall, she did it ahead of time.

"Annan Yan, come up and write this question."

Nan Yan was distracted in class and was called by the math teacher.

Nan Yan put away her phone, looked at the blackboard, then stood up and walked to the podium.

The math teacher didn't like Nan Yan in the first place, and didn't care whether she could answer it or not, and kept chattering beside her.

"You are a bad student, you don't study hard, and you don't listen in class. Even if you don't want to study, can't you work hard for the average score of the class?"

"Because of you, our class's grades are always at the bottom, and the average score is far behind other classes. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

The students below began to make a noise,

"Hahaha..."

The people below laughed out loud.

Nan Yan finished the last stroke and turned around.

The chalk in her hand was broken into three sections.

Raised her hand and threw it.

The three people who laughed at her at the beginning were all hit by the chalk.

And they were thrown into their open and smiling mouths.

"Puh, puh, puh..."

"Annan Yan, why do you throw chalk at me?"

Nan Yan was cold and charming, "Because you have a foul mouth."

"You..."

"What about me? Do you want to be beaten?"

"If you want to be beaten, just say it directly, and I will help you."

Nan Yan's words blocked the classmate and made him dare not say anything.

They still remember her achievements in beating people these two days. Who dares to mess with her!

Nan Yan walked to the podium and said calmly: "Teacher, I've finished writing."

The math teacher thought she would just write something randomly.

After all, what they were talking about now were Olympiad math problems, which were quite profound.

And Nan Yan's test scores in math were no more than 30 points.

She couldn't solve such a problem at all.

The math teacher wanted to take this opportunity to punish her.

But when she saw the answer on the blackboard, her eyes lit up.

Not only did Nan Yan write it correctly, but this handwriting of flying dragons and phoenixes in chalk was so beautiful!

She walked over and drew a big check mark on Nan Yan's answer.

The people in the class were still waiting to mock Nan Yan.

Seeing this scene, they were all stunned.

No one in their class could solve this problem.

How did she write it?

"Teacher, did she really write it right?"

"Yes, yes." The math teacher's attitude towards Nan Yan improved a lot, "Student An, go back and sit down first. Listen carefully in class in the future and don't do any tricks."

"Yes."

Nan Yan returned to her seat.

Then the math teacher calmed down and began to explain the problem to everyone.

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Nan Yan's force deterrence was very effective. In just three days, no one dared to provoke her again.

But, this was just not provoking her openly.

Those with bad intentions gathered in the dark and thought about how to suppress her arrogance.

At noon, everyone went to eat, and Nan Yan was no exception.

When she came back, she didn't expect that there was a big gift waiting for her.

Nan Yan first looked at the surveillance in the classroom.

Yes, they all learned their lesson and knew to block the surveillance before doing bad things.

Nan Yan stood on the podium.

There was no obvious emotional fluctuation in her whole person.

There was a meaningful smile on her cold and beautiful face.

Cold and dangerous.

The classroom was silent, and everyone was looking at her.

Wanting to see her reaction.

Anyway, she couldn't find any evidence to prove who did it.

As long as they refused to admit it, she couldn't do anything.

Nan Yan rolled up her sleeves carelessly, revealing her white wrists, "Let me guess, this time it wasn't done by one or two people, but you planned it and completed it together."

"Who said it was us? Don't slander us."

"That's right. We all went to eat. We came back almost at the same time as you did. Your table became like this. What does it have to do with us?"

Nan Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

After rolling up her sleeves, she walked to the door and locked it directly.

As for the door at the back, it was locked when eating, and it has not been opened yet.

After the front door was locked again, the whole classroom became a closed place.

They looked at the cold and evil girl standing by the podium, and they felt a sense of crisis that was frightening.

The air seemed to be unable to circulate, and it was terribly oppressive.

The timid ones were already afraid and regretted offending her with them.

The monitor of Class 4, Grade 2 stood up and asked in a rough voice: "Annan Yan...what do you want to do?"

"Of course, I'm cleaning up the garbage."

Nan Yan curled her lips. Her beautiful face was only creepy in the eyes of these people.

"Today, if this matter is not resolved, no one can leave this classroom."