The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The two immediately scuffled into a ball, the classroom was a mess, and many girls could not help but screamed.

An Xia Xia hid in a corner of the wall, and looked at the scene in fear.

The fists of the two were fast and fierce, as if there was any deep blood and enmity, and they were both dead. They were knocked down by many tables and chairs in the classroom, but the two still showed no sign of stopping.

There were footsteps and conversation outside the door, and Anxiaxia yelled quickly: "The teacher is here! Stop now!"

After hearing her sweet voice, Sheng Yize hesitated, and Qi Yanxi returned a punch in the face.

Sheng Yize calmly returned again, Qi Yanxi moaned in pain.

But when the proctor teacher entered the classroom, it was already calm.

Coincidentally, one of the proctor teachers was the school's political and educational director. He had always been known for being fierce. Seeing the mess in the classroom, he said solemnly: "What's going on? Hello, what are you two doing? ? "

Sheng Yize and Qi Yanxi are the kind of radiant beings that shine in the crowd. When the teacher looks at himself, they look at each other and make an action that makes Anxiaxia feel incredible.

Qi Yanxi shoved Sheng Yize's shoulder affectionately: "Oh, teacher, I just saw an old friend who was too excited, and accidentally hit him. My friend, right?"

Sheng Yize's face was expressionless, but he didn't mean to explain at all.

The director of politics and education saw Qi Yanxi froze suddenly, and murmured: "Qi Yanxi ... why are you back? What a mess! This is a freshman exam!"

How did this demon ... return to China ...

Qi Yanxi spread his hands and shrugged. Dang Erlang said, "If you want to come back, you will come back naturally. What's wrong with high school? I will return to China and stay in high school to continue my high school. Do you have any comments?"

The political and educational director had a pale face, pursed his lips, and dared not say anything.

The young male teacher beside him said displeasedly, "What qualities do you have as a student? Is this where you want to come?"

Before the words fell, the director of political affairs stopped him and said hurriedly: "Everyone sit down quickly, the exam will start immediately, Qi Yanxi ... you ... you sit in the last row, Teacher Liu, send him a Papers. "

The young male teacher was puzzled, but the director of politics and education had a high reputation in the school, and he was not good at saying anything else, and looked down to distribute the test papers.

Anxiaxia sat in the penultimate row, her hands shaking with pens.

Behind him is Qi Yanxi.

Sheng Yize sat in front of her, glanced at Qi Yanxi, and was murderous.

Qi Yanxi whistled openly, his eyes moved back and forth between An Xia Xia and Sheng Yi Ze, and his lips provoked a bad smile.

When the male teacher sent the paper to him, Qi Yanxi glanced down at the identity card on his chest and smiled badly: "Teacher, I can come here whenever I want, but you may not."

The male teacher's temper rose, and he said sharply, "Who do you think you are? Just because you want to threaten the teacher?"

An Xia Xia covered her chest nervously, afraid that Qi Yanxi would fight with the teacher again.

Who knows, he unhurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed out, and the male teacher frowned: "Can't bring a mobile phone in the test room!"

The next second, Qi Yanxi handed him the phone and smiled slightly: "Congratulations, teacher, you're fired."

"What? What's your joke ?!" The male teacher's expression was shocked.