The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

The teacher of class F has an unusually strong heart, and can handle pranks, and being late is just a small case.

After routinely instructing Yan Tao a few words, he let go.

Yan Tao walked to his seat with strides, and the boys in Class F kept looking up at the blockbuster Young Master Yan with reverence as if they were looking at a god.

Until she leaned back on the seat, curled her thin lips, and waved her hand viciously.

That posture is like chasing a puppy.

Quite a few girls were holding their little hearts that were about to explode, blushing, how could they be so handsome...

Obviously a fat man.

But at that moment, the dark and beautiful peach-blossom pupils raised their tails, evil and cold... Unruly and free and easy to the extreme...

Really really handsome!

Handsome face!

In this English class, the English teacher was also dizzy, feeling like he was going to float to the sky...

During the whole class, no one slept and no one talked. Occasionally, a few eyes looked at the window abnormally, and after a few seconds, they searched back like fried hair.

She randomly ordered three bastards to get up and answer questions, huh! Of course! All! back! answer! out! Come! up!

Although the answers are all on the blackboard.

"Okay, this is the end of today's class, everyone can leave get out of class."

The English teacher stepped on dizzy steps, said goodbye to everyone, and stepped out of the classroom.

Yan Tao used one class to flip through the entire textbook for the first and second year of high school. The speed of reading is comparable to that of an evildoer.

When she was in the Yan family, she was a top student, a genius in physics and chemistry, and 80% of the Yan family's new patents were won by her leading the research laboratory.

To be honest, as far as Yantao is concerned, such a small thing in the 21st century is nothing to worry about.

It is equivalent to asking a doctoral student to go back to elementary school, and the subjects of partial literature need to pay extra attention. As for the science subjects, it is not much more difficult than one plus one equals two.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and two tall boys swooped in front of Yan Tao, half kneeling on the ground, their eyes shining brightly, "Boss Yan, we want to recognize you as the boss!"

Of these two boys, the taller one is called Han Cheng, nicknamed Han Crazy, and the shorter one is Yuan Heng. Because of his big head, everyone jokingly called him Yuan Datou.

Because they couldn't understand Liu Xi's pretentious style, the two had been leading a few gangsters to fight against Liu Xi.

Liu Xi was thrown out by Yan Tao, and they were the happiest ones.

Yan Tao lazily raised his eyelids, these two boys have been peeking at her in English class, so it's a terrible idea.

"No time."

Kick one away.

"Boss Yan—"

Yuan Heng wanted to pounce on Yan Tao's thigh, but Yan Tao dodged it and turned around to stand on the podium.

She was wearing a blue-and-white school uniform that had been washed a little whitishly, with one hand in her pocket, and a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was thinking of a bad idea.

He is obviously a fat man, but his whole body reveals a light and mysterious temperament, and the awe-inspiring sneer in his peach-blossom eyes is even more heart-pounding...

"From today onwards, I will be the monitor of Class F," Yan Tao's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was low and cold, "I'll say three points."

"First, the nerd is your standard reference. Whatever he does, you follow him obediently."

"Secondly, what I say is the rule. Don't f*ck tell me that you don't agree with it. If you don't agree, come and find me one-on-one. I will let you taste what it's like to be a hedgehog."

"Third, please refer to the second article in case of any unexpected situation."

Yan Tao propped his hands on the podium, lowered his upper body slightly, and a strong oppressive force suddenly spread out, "You guys, do you have any objections?"