The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 199

"Oh." Qiao Muxing sighed dejectedly.

At this time, she finally understood how those people who were rejected by her would feel, and she should not tear up the love letter when she received it in the future.

Fei Tong only felt that she still had too little experience, and reading novels was not enough.

It turned out that there was such a development.

"Fei Tong, I told you the matter, you have to help me find a way." Qiao Muxing patted Fei Tong's shoulder with a small hand, "Also, we two know about this matter, God knows, you Know me, understand?"

"understand!"

The next morning, the two of them walked slowly into the school at the last closing time.

As scumbags, they strictly practiced their own time standards.

When they were about to reach the teaching building, Fei Tong said, "Sister Xing, I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to hand in my self-criticism."

"Well, you can go." Qiao Muxing yawned and waved his hands carelessly, "Bring me an ice cream when you come back."

"Understood." Fei Tong grabbed the strap of her schoolbag, turned around and walked to the left.

At this point in time, most of the students were in the classroom, collecting homework and handing in homework, preparing for the first class. There were not many people wandering around the campus, and they were all familiar faces.

Feitong greeted her all the way to the Academic Affairs Office. She arrived at the door of the grade dean's office with familiarity and yawned, knocking on the door.

"Enter."

Fei Tong opened the door and went in. There were not only senior directors in the office, but also two familiar people, two academic gods, who were always ranked first and second in their grades, and even ranked first or second in the city's entrance examination.

Next time I go out, I still need to read the almanac, Fei Tong silently thought.

"Come to hand in the self-criticism?" The age director saw her and was used to it.

Fei Tong lowered her head, with a look of sincerity that I was wrong, and I really realized that I was wrong, took out two self-criticisms from her schoolbag, and handed them over, "Director."

The grade director took it over and put it aside, "Wait by the side."

Fei Tong obediently stood aside, she was already very familiar with this process.

The director will not scold a good student until he has finished telling her business. If the time spent talking about business is too long, the time for scolding her will become shorter.

Waiting for her to arrive at the classroom from the Academic Affairs Office, she will be late for sure.

Before she came to this world, she didn't realize that she had the potential to be a scumbag.

He sneaked a look at the two standing in front of the table. The two appeared in their whispered night talk yesterday, and they still had the same relationship.

The grade director continued to talk about the Olympiad. Kong Ling and Lu Zhuoke both stood up straight.
Fei Tong discovered that Lu Zhuoke answered all the director's questions, while Kong Ling kept a cold face the whole time, like a delicate sculpture, really a sculpture, cold.

While he was peeking unscrupulously, Kong Ling was caught off guard, his face turned sideways, and his eyes met.

The other party's pupils are pitch black, contrasting with the whites of the eyes, they are very black and white, clean and deep, just one glance makes people feel as if they have been sucked in.

The boy's lips finally moved, very slightly, but Fei Tong didn't understand lip language, so she didn't know what he was talking about.

The grade director asked something again. He took the lead in retracting his gaze and nodded.

After finishing talking about Orsay, the two boys walked out. When Lu Zhuoke walked past her, he winked at Feitong, but she just couldn't understand.

"You!" The grade director picked up the two self-criticism sheets, and his gentle face quickly turned serious, which is not so fast in Sichuan opera.

Fei Tong immediately stopped thinking about it and lowered her head, "Director, I know I was wrong."

"I know I'm wrong?!" The veins on the forehead of the grade director twitched, and he took out a thick stack of paper from the lower drawer, which was as high as the length of a thumb, "Then what are these?!"

(End of this chapter)