Quick Transmute: The female supporting role also wants to flirt with the villain today

Chapter 230 (Extinct teacher vs sick student 7)

Zhao Wei: "...???"

An Leng blinked, harmless to humans and animals: "A five-hundred-word apology letter to the table and stool."

Zhao Wei: "...!!!!!! Fuck!!!"

The sound was so loud that the surrounding students were startled.

An Leng blinked helplessly, "It seems that there are still not enough, a [-]-word self-criticism, a [-]-word apology, and a [-]-word acknowledgment of swearing."

"Put them on my desk tomorrow."

An's sneer was harmless to humans and animals, her small canine teeth were exposed, her eyes were curved, and she looked like a soft and glutinous milk dumpling.

Zhao Wei wanted to speak and curse several times, but finally swallowed his anger through gritted teeth, and replied in a low voice: "Yes..."

Hearing the echo, An Leng narrowed his eyes: "That's right..."

Then pretend to open the textbook.

"Now turn the book to page 32 of the textbook, today we will talk about..."

An Leng just drew a few pictures on the blackboard.

The complete image of a topic is fully explained.

An Leng explained for a few minutes, "Did everyone understand?"

Low no one agreed.

Those who play games play games, those who chat chat, and those who gossip gossip.

An Leng narrowed his eyes, and wiped off the explanation on the blackboard with a smile: "Very good, it seems that everyone understands."

"Tomorrow we will prepare a test for everyone."

"The homework I'm going home from school this afternoon is what I just said on the blackboard. If you can't do it, then come to me and correct it yourself."

Everyone didn't agree, and even ignored it.

Who knows what's on the blackboard.

Everyone plays in their own way.

What else can the teacher do, it's nothing more than writing a self-criticism.

Wouldn't it be good to just spend some money and find someone to copy it for you?
An Leng narrowed his eyes and didn't speak. He understood the thoughts of these people in seconds, and when he heard the bell rang, he returned to the office with his textbook.

There are ways to deal with these little guys.

Not urgent.

An sneered extremely sinisterly.

.........

The next day.

Everyone took the notebooks they handed out.

"Fuck? What the hell is this? Fifty times for wrong questions?"

"Fuck, fuck, what the hell is this? I've punished you a hundred times."

"What the hell, if you don't write it down, you still have to call your family to complain?"

"Don't talk, I have to calm down. This not only requires me to write fifty times, but also makes me practice a copybook for her."

"Fuck..."

The classroom was full of exclamation, shock, and shit.

An Leng coughed twice outside and entered the classroom.

"Everyone got the notebook?"

Several of the students below agreed in a low voice: "I got it..."

An Leng nodded in satisfaction, and made a cheering gesture: "Come on, kids."

The old man will be watching you from the front.

After that, he handed out the test paper in his hand. "Come on, let's do a little test."

An's sneer was sinister and cunning: "Copy one wrong fifty times, you can't cheat."

Everyone: "Damn!!!!!!"

An Leng: "Want to write a self-criticism?"

Everyone: "Don't dare."

.........

The test paper is perfect, the questions are very clear, and the quality of the paper is very high.

That is, when everyone looks at the questions on the test paper, it knows you, but you don't know it.

Everyone remembers scratching their heads and scratching their heads.

But on the podium, "Kacha...Kacha...Kacha..."

The sound of potato chips is crisp and clear.

Melon seeds are laid back and relaxed.

Fatty's snacks are delicious.

Seeing that everyone was looking over, An Leng was in a good mood and raised his voice again, gnawing on the crispy rice.

(End of this chapter)