The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Zhao Yueyun's face turned green and white, and he stood there awkwardly: "Teacher Ge!"

Ge Renhao said "Ah": "I'm just asking why our teacher Zhao is so angry. You students are tutting and talking nonsense. Can you eat shit? In biology, shit is excretion." Food is garbage that has been absorbed by gastrointestinal peristalsis and finally excreted. It's all good, so why bother talking about eating shit.

Everyone in the classroom couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.

Ge Renhao said it was disgusting, and Zhao Yueyun's face looked as if he had really eaten shit.

She held her hands tightly and wanted to slap Ge Renhao on the face.

While Ge Renhao persuaded him earnestly, he walked to Zhao Yueyun's side and handed the copy of the medical record into Zhao Yueyun's hand: "Tsk, tsk, the soft tissue has suffered a large area of ​​damage. It's quite serious. It's hard for her to come to class. Does it hurt to sit like this?”

Gu Weimian didn't even bother to look at Ge Renhao.

Ge Renhao smiled and didn't care. After delivering the medical records, he retired.

"Then Teacher Zhao, should I leave first?"

Zhao Yueyun held the medical record in her hand. Gu Weimian's injury was written in detail on it. There was also the seal of Mingzhu City People's Hospital underneath.

She couldn't see where the fraud was.

Taking the medical records, Zhao Yueyun silently returned to the podium.

Pang Yiqin glanced at Zhao Yueyun unconvinced: "Don't teachers need to apologize for their words and deeds?"

The back of the head was lightly slapped by Gu Weimian, who was standing beside her: "It's too late for me to eat shit. She apologized to you and opened her mouth to you. Aren't you afraid of being smoked to death?"

"Pfft..."

The laughter that had stopped sounded again in the classroom.

This time, everyone couldn't help it. It wasn't that they didn't want to estimate Zhao Yueyun's reputation, but... it was so funny!

Everyone was laughing so hard that they almost burst into tears.

Zhao Yueyun stood on the podium for a while, looking at the unbridled smiling faces, his face turned blue, turned around and left the classroom.

Her departure did not affect the laughter of everyone, which spread throughout the teaching building.

The students in class (2) next door couldn't help but wonder what happened to class (1) after hearing this.

Gu Weimian looked indifferent and opened the textbook and started reading.

In a few days, she has almost read the textbook for the second year of high school. Now she still needs some exercises to practice, so there is not much point in reading the book again.

She was thinking about how to get a set of textbooks for the third year of high school.

Putting down her textbook, she picked up her draft book and wrote down the pharmaceutical preparation process for treating acne.

During the whole process, Gu Weimian didn't notice the eyes on her in the classroom.

Several boys blushed silently. Gu Weimian was not only beautiful, she also had an inexplicable aura about her.

how to say?

Different from Gu Siyu's gentle and generous attitude, and different from Ao Leyin's fierce and bright personality, Gu Weimian felt like she didn't belong here while sitting there.

She was different from all of them.

Pang Yiqin looked at several boys looking at him eagerly, frowned in displeasure, and swayed his body from side to side, just not wanting to be looked after by these people.

But she can block this side, but not that side.

It made me very tired.

Someone suddenly pressed down on her shoulders, and her chair couldn't move.