What's wrong with the fake daughter? Sister is still the god of gold

He Yunxu strode to the podium and stood still.

He frowned and scolded coldly, "What are you doing? Didn't you hear the bell ringing? Are those ears just for decoration? Huh?"

"You're not freshmen or sophomores, you're seniors. You're taking the college entrance exam next June... I can hear your voices even without going upstairs. Our class is the noisiest in the entire building."

He finished speaking in one breath, followed by a tactical silence, his sharp eyes sweeping over everyone in the class.

comfortable.

Question the teacher, understand the teacher, become the teacher, and surpass the teacher.

Because they had been caught in the rain, she was ready to tear up the student's umbrella as well.

The classroom was completely silent...

The people below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment and shrank into silence.

He Yunxu curled her fingers and rapped the table hard. "If you like to talk, why don't you go home and talk?"

"The classroom is a place for learning, not for talking. Do I need to teach you such a simple truth?"

"Have I been too lenient with you all this time, causing you to not take class discipline seriously? Or do you think you'll just be a bad student for the rest of your life?"

What made her angry was that she did something even though she knew it was wrong.

Lamenting its misfortune, anger is indisputable.

I clearly hate this situation, but I am powerless to change it.

When taking over Class 11 two years ago, He Yunxu was full of confidence, hoping to change the "poor students" in the eyes of others. Later, when he found that he was unable to change their grades, he taught them the principles of life.

It’s okay even if they don’t study hard in class and their grades are not ideal, as long as they don’t disrupt classroom discipline.

Except for eating and sleeping, He Yunxu stayed in the classroom all the time to keep an eye on them, never slacking off at all. Thanks to her guidance, the students in Class 11 became more self-aware and no longer made noise in class.

When she saw the students undergoing personal changes, her psychological defenses had just relaxed, but she found that their learning state soon returned to its original state.

Damn it.

Who wouldn't be angry? My heart was finally hanging in the air.

Qin Fuyao raised his eyes and glanced at the head teacher who looked uneasy. He obviously didn't expect that the usually amiable head teacher would have such a serious face.

He seemed very angry.

The eyes of the two teachers and students met in mid-air.

He Yunxu had just calmed down, but when she looked up and saw the young and beautiful face and the pair of innocent eyes, she was instantly furious.

"I know that the students who can attend Nanzhong come from relatively well-off families. You might think that since your family has a little money, you can still go back and inherit the family property even if your grades aren't good."

Nanhuai Middle School is a famous aristocratic high school in Tianjin. It is known for its high tuition fees. It sends a lot of talents to double first-class universities every year, so many students come here to study.

Students with good grades are recruited with money, while students with poor grades are recruited with money. The students in Class 11 belong to the latter.

She continued, "Are you willing to just sit there and eat up all the money? Besides, I've emphasized to you many times that since you've chosen to come to school, you shouldn't disrupt classroom discipline."

Qin Fuyao could clearly feel that when He Yunxu said these words, his eyes lingered on her several times.

What's going on? Where do you want to call her?

I don’t understand Smecta.

Situ Jinghong had never seen such a scene before, and didn't find it scary. Instead, he said excitedly, "Qin Fuyao, I feel like the head teacher is looking at you."

"Have you ever offended her?"

There is quite a bit of novelty in the tone.

"..." Qin Fuyao lowered his eyes, expressionless, and said softly: "Mind yourself."

There are so many b things.

He Yunxu was silent for a while, then said helplessly, "The person in the world who can't give up on you the most is you. Teacher never thinks that grades are the standard for judging a person."

"You can dislike studying and have unsatisfactory grades, but you must not affect students who want to learn. Even if we don't fight for the steamed buns, can we fight for our reputation?"

Even if you don't become a good student, you can still be a good person...

The classroom was dead silent.

He Yunxu glanced around again and called out, "Fuyao."

"Hmm?" Qin Fuyao looked up subconsciously.

All the classmates' eyes were focused on her.

"As the class monitor, you failed to maintain class order. Don't leave after school this afternoon. Come to my office."

Is this to make an example of someone?

Qin Fuyao could understand, so he nodded and said calmly, "Okay."

The other students all gasped. It was the first time they saw the amiable head teacher personally meeting with the class leaders... A bad premonition came over them.

The class went by without any major incidents.

The classroom was quiet, but the small group was in chaos.

"What the hell! Family, what should we do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You??? What are you going to do about Sister Xu's meeting with Qin Fuyao!!!"

"U1s1, it seems like we harmed her."

"I don't think Sister Xu would resort to corporal punishment or call the parents?"

"@Tangtang, was Qingya just talking to Qin Fuyao?"

Tangtang is Tang Qingya's nickname.

Tangtang: "Don't mention it, I feel like I've survived a catastrophe. Qin Fuyao just held me captive for a few minutes. Luckily, Sister Xu arrived just in time."

"What's going on? What did you say?"

"Put down a bench."

Tang Qingya lowered her head, her hands rapidly typing away on the keyboard. "Qin Fuyao remembered my name... Can you believe it? She only called me bapo before... I feel like this is how my life will be..."

"Hi, I think you're going to have a barbecue."

"Be confident and get rid of the feeling."

"Perhaps you still remember the boy whose name Qin Fuyao remembered last time? That guy was chased and scolded for eight blocks. She cursed him with dirty and ugly words, and directly called him autistic. People would avoid her when they saw her."

"Why did you scold him?"

"It seems like he was the one who started the verbal abuse against Qin Fuyao?"

"And at the monthly exam awards ceremony, Qin Fuyao went crazy in public. What a brave little girl."

Tang Qingya was disheartened and said sadly: "I might be a little sexy, I want to cry... It's a bit uncomfortable, I'll leave now."

"Don't be upset! Qin Fuyao has been pretty well behaved lately. He probably won't do anything to you. At worst, he'll just scold you a few more times."

Tangtang: "Thank you, get out of here!"

After sending the message, Tang Qingya went offline immediately, stuffed her phone into her schoolbag, and listened to the sounds coming from the table behind her without even having the courage to look back.

at the same time.

Li Yi also turned off his phone and couldn't help laughing.

"Li Yi, what are you laughing at?" Situ Jinghong covered the arm that had just been slapped. "I'm really impressed. How could a normal person have such strong hands?"

Ever since he came to Class 11, he has been either scolded or beaten.

What is the purpose?

Qin Fuyao shot him a sharp look, unperturbed by praise or criticism, and said, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb."

He had to come up to me and ask meaningless questions.

Situ Jinghong: "I am concerned about you. Do you understand what concern means? Li Yi, please judge for yourself. Who is to blame?"

Li Yi: I don’t even know what the fuck happened.