The devil bullies the upper body: baby, you are so sweet

Chapter 100 How... How? !

"Principal, if you have something to do, go get busy." Miejue Shitai continued to die, "I'm here to watch Song Yu."

The old man, who was repeatedly provoked by his family, finally got angry, and his dark mung bean eyes stared at Miejue Shitai, "What? This is my office, I work here, I am busy here, See what you mean, do you want to sit in my seat? Drive me away?"

Eating melon and song fish, I wish I could applaud the mighty old man!

What he said, the bloody wind was hidden under the soft words, and the murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

Overwhelmed by the domineering aura of the old man Wang, Miejue Shitai finally realized what a serious mistake he had made, and dared to order the leader, really... the old birthday star hanged himself, and his life was too long!
"Principal, no," Miejue Shi was too frightened and hurriedly remedied, "Principal, I didn't mean that, you misunderstood me."

"Misunderstanding?" The old man obviously didn't buy it, and sneered, "You are going to drive me away and stay here by yourself. Is this a misunderstanding?"

Miejue Shitai's head was like a rattle, and she quickly backed away, "Yes, I'm sorry, I said something wrong. This is your office, I'm leaving now."

The old man VS Miejue Shitai.

The old man won.

Song Yu, who ate melons all the time, silently lit a candle for Miejue Shitai, offending the leader, tsk tsk tsk, you will be able to bear it in the days to come.

Abandoning all distracting thoughts, Song Yu resolutely devoted himself to the examination papers of various subjects with his brain running rapidly.

Language, Mathematics, English, Comprehensive Literature...

Song Yu rubbed her sore eyes, looking at the filled test papers of various subjects, feeling to herself...

"I'm done."

The old man raised his eyes, looked at the exhausted Song Yu, and slowed down his voice, "Sit down first, put the test paper on the table, and rest for a while."

Song Yu resolutely sat on a chair, supported the table with his elbows, and supported his face with his palms, so as not to let himself slump on the table without imagination.

Tired, really tired.

Yesterday I endorsed and brushed up the test papers.Today, when she read the test papers for Chinese, Mathematics, English, and Comprehensive Literature one by one, Song Yu just wanted to talk, feeling that her body was being hollowed out.

In addition, the set of test papers made by Miejue Shitai is more than two or three degrees more difficult than the monthly test papers.

Although Song Yu finished, he could still get a good score, but Song Yu inevitably felt tired after studying the test papers so intensively.

Coupled with the fact that I was tossed and turned in anger by Smelly Yan last night, the quality of sleep was severely lacking, and today I have to fight wits and courage with Master Miejue. I really... want to smash Shen Yan's head!
To vent the hatred in my heart!

"Headmaster, here we are."

Language, mathematics, English, politics, history, geography, teachers from various subjects filed in.

"Here, the test papers are on the table. I will give you half an hour to correct them and give me the final grade."

Song Yu had already retreated consciously at this moment, shrinking to the small stool by the window.

Looking at the astonished eyes of the teachers of various subjects, Song Yu greeted him with a smile, without saying a word.

After all, he wanted to slap Miejue Shitai in the face, so it's not bad to maintain a sense of mystery.

Half an hour is enough for Song Yu to recover, and it is also enough for the teachers of each subject to finish correcting the test papers, and Song Yu's grades for each subject will also be generated accordingly——

"This is impossible! How is this possible?!" Miejue Shitai was overturned.

That's right, Miejue Shitai deliberately took the difficult test paper, wanting to see Song Yu make a fool of himself, and want to see Song Yu laugh at him, but now, Miejue Shitai's hands trembled, his eyes were full of shock, and he looked incredulously at the score that he had corrected by himself.

140 points.

Still Chinese!

"How... how?!"_
(End of this chapter)