The national school idol is a girl

The teacher came in from outside with the test paper. Her face was not very pretty. Not only was it ugly, there was also an indescribable seriousness in her expression.

"Class representative, come up and hand out the test papers." After the teacher said this, he looked at the seat at the back and said in a cold tone: "Bojiu, come out with me."

The students present were all confused by this completely opposite attitude.

After all, every one of the teachers in front was praising Bo Jiu, which completely shocked them.

But when I got to the teacher, this was the situation...

Is it because Bojiu's grades are too poor?

its not right.

In the past, when I did poorly in the Bojiu exam, the teacher's performance would be mediocre.

Everyone could see that he had already given up on Bo Jiu.

It seems that he doesn't care how many points Bojiu got in the exam.

But judging from the teacher's behavior today, it doesn't look like it was because of grades...

But if it’s not because of grades, then what’s the reason?

Bo Jiu also raised his eyebrows, put away his books, and walked out of the classroom with his back straight.

The teacher didn't say much, walked over without showing the slightest smile on his face, and took the boy directly into the grade group office.

Before Bo Jiu walked in, he heard bursts of noise coming from inside.

"I don't believe that he, who is ranked last, can get such good results! First in age? Our students in Class A who are participating in the Olympiad class only have perfect scores in two subjects! What about him? He got perfect marks in five subjects, I won't talk about it now Besides, let’s talk about him. How did he get a perfect score? Even their teacher Zhang said that Bo Jiu’s grades were extremely bad and he couldn’t even memorize a formula. What’s the result? There is definitely something wrong inside! "

The teacher paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in.

In an instant, the office fell silent.

But the expressions of the teachers did not change at all, and everyone's face was slowly showing dissatisfaction.

After seeing Bo Jiu, he picked up the water glass and took a sip, but his eyes swept towards Bo Jiu, with very obvious contempt in his eyebrows.

"Stop there." The teacher sat down in his seat, sighed and said to Bo Jiu: "After what happened last time, the school also paid a lot of attention to the treatment of students. If it is not something particularly important, I won’t talk to students. I can understand everyone’s desire to get good grades, but teachers are not blind, and they have the most basic judgments about every student in their hearts. The head teachers of each class are here now. Each of us suspects that there is something wrong with your test scores this time. Bojiu, can you tell the teacher how you got your scores this time? I just said that the school pays a lot of attention to its treatment of students. , if you admit your mistake this time, the school will not say it doesn’t want you, it will always give you a chance..."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu, who had been silent all this time, spoke. The corners of her mouth were half-curved, with a hint of coldness: "Admit your mistake this time? Let me take a test. What's wrong?"

"Bojiu!"

As if he was angered by the boy's attitude, the teacher held down his pen with a snap, his chest heaving up and down: "Are you saying this because you don't intend to admit it? Then let me ask you, did you read these questions a week ago? I don’t understand. Why do you understand everything as soon as the exam comes?”