The national school idol is a girl

Compared with the teacher who was extremely angry, Bo Jiu's attitude was much calmer. She still looked cool and handsome with one hand in her pants, and her voice was very cold. She only threw two words to the other person: "Tuition."

"Tutoring?" The teacher sneered: "I don't know what method your mother used to know the content of the test questions in advance. The school did not do a good job in this regard, but everyone knows that in just seven days, It is impossible to go from knowing nothing to getting perfect scores. This is simply a fantasy. What kind of tutor can do this? If there is such a tutor, what do we, the classroom teachers, need to do? "

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the teachers in the other classes also snorted coldly: "If there is such a tutor, I, Old Li, will take the initiative to resign and let him teach in the first hospital!"

"That's right! Let's be practical when lying. What's the point of lying like this that will be exposed when you open your mouth?"

"Haha, our school should also investigate and find out who sold these questions. It's so bad that even our class A, who was ranked last in the exam, didn't do as well as the person who came last from the exam. Who would believe this?"

The director wasn't too fierce. After all, the incident last time was too big, and he didn't want to take any more risks or bear any more responsibilities.

"Let's do this, Bo Jiu, call your parents over first. This matter must be resolved."

Bo Jiu's thin lips curved further, and his voice was lowered: "Solve it? How to solve it? Should we fire all the teachers who slandered me?"

"Expelled!?" The teachers heard it funny: "Bojiu, Teacher Zhang is here. She knows your study situation best. Okay, you can say that we slandered you and your classroom teacher also slandered you?"

Teacher Zhang is the teacher of Bo Jiu and his class. She has long looked down on Bo Jiu in her heart, so when the teachers in each class came to her, she had no intention of protecting Bo Jiu. She was different from the Federal Language teacher. She had no intention of protecting Bo Jiu. I don’t believe that this Bojiu will get perfect marks!

"Bojiu, you either admit your mistake in this matter or call your parents over."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed completely. At that moment, it was as if some black mist could overflow from those eyes. The phone in her pocket had been vibrating since just now, but she did not go to it. Tube.

At that time, the teacher next to me was annoyed: "Now, call your mother immediately."

Bo Jiu smiled suddenly, her eyes were cold: "You don't need to call me mom for this kind of thing." After saying that, she took out the phone, pressed the connect button, and put it to her ear: "Hey, Mo elder brother."

"Where are you?" The man's voice sounded like high-end red wine that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator. Even through the phone, one could feel the chill oozing out of it.

Bo Jiu's smile was still there, a little carelessly: "I was called to the office by the teachers, so I didn't answer the phone. They insisted that I cheated on the exam and asked me to call my parents. I'm still dealing with it. When it's done, I'll call Brother Mo. Go back."

When Qin Mo, who was sitting in the back seat of the Hummer, heard this, he paused with his slender fingers, his eyes suddenly darkened, he slowly put the information aside, and said in a graceful and low voice: "Which office?"

"Um?."

"I asked you which office."

Bojiu: "Office of the age group."

"Wait where you are."

There is no emotion or anger in the four words " neither cold nor indifferent".

But everyone familiar with Qin Mo knows that the more he doesn't show his emotions, the more dangerous it is...

This book is inspired by the RB comic "Bloody Monday" and the New York Times. It does not come from a certain TV series. If you hate "School Girl", just read the ones you like. "School Draft" is like this. It cannot satisfy one person's wishes, such as taking a break for a few days, saving the manuscript, and then updating it again. I can't do that. The beauties are still waiting for the update. I have to write more and more. Dear friends who are not suitable for this rhythm, save the article or find it to finish this article... (Give me more time to type, ugh.)