The villain of Quick Transmigration, he was arched again

Yue Luo's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he asked puzzledly, "Teacher Huang, what's wrong with him?"

Huang Sheng frowned, his expression didn't look disgusting, but he seemed to be a little jealous, and he said vaguely after a long while: "That Qu Ying, his family background is not simple, and he is not easy to mess with. Now he is not studying and he is causing trouble everywhere...

Anyway, you are going to take the college entrance examination, but you must not mix with him, you will be finished if you mix, you know? ! "

At the end, Huang Sheng, who has always been gentle and good-tempered, was a little excited.

Seeing this, Yue Luo pursed his lips thoughtfully, and nodded obediently.

Afterwards, he left Huang Sheng's small office, and on the way back to the classroom, cold wind kept leaking in from the corner of the window that was not closed tightly, which made him shiver and cough uncontrollably.

While feeling helpless about his weak body, Yue Luo slowed down, thinking about the words Huang Sheng said.

That boy...is he really as generous as he said? Why doesn't he look like that at all.

Yue Luo made up his mind to take a sneak peek next time he was on vacation.

Walking into the classroom, he had just sat down in his seat when the sharp class bell rang.

Some bald English teachers walked in with their test papers in their hands, pushed their glasses and said, "Today's quiz."

The north wind blowing outside slapped the fragile windows again, and the atmosphere in the class became more condensed in an instant.

I am most afraid of the surprise quiz in the English teacher's class-it is not that they do not review seriously, but that English, as a relatively unfamiliar language, sometimes seems like a fantasy to them.

Not only are the words difficult to remember, but the syntax and sentence patterns are even more intricate. Every time I see those unfamiliar and familiar letters densely arranged on the test paper, it is very stressful.

Everyone had serious expressions, except Yue Luo.

He didn't pay attention to the modern exams with a lot of tricks and changing question types, let alone the most basic and simple exams in this era.

So for this kind of English quiz, he has no burden at all, and he is even thinking about it.

But his tablemate had a tragic face of "dying". He accidentally caught a glimpse of his calm and composed appearance, and couldn't help being surprised, so he asked him in a low voice: "Hey, why are you so calm this time? I remember that you were also most afraid of English before. The teacher raided?"

Yue Luo smiled when he heard this, and after coughing lightly a few times, he jokingly replied: "Am I called calm? Obviously, there is nothing more sorrowful than heartbreak."

The deskmate immediately covered his mouth and smiled.

But having said that, Yue Luo's calm attitude when answering the questions still caught the attention of the English teacher.

The English teacher patrolled the classroom with his hands behind his back, a pair of small eyes glanced at Yueluo's test paper from under his glasses.

The first thing I saw was the other party's beautiful fonts and clean strokes, which was especially pleasing to the eye.

It was later discovered that he had answered most of the questions correctly.

This class is generally not good at English, so it can be said to stand out from the crowd.

The English teacher taught four senior three classes in the school at the same time, and he never took the students in the class who were not good at English seriously. His focus was all on the fourth class in his eyes, which was the most promising.

Today, I suddenly found that there was such a student in Class [-], and I was so surprised that my glasses slid down uncontrollably.

He hurriedly adjusted his glasses, and simply stood by Yue Luo's table and started watching.

The students in the classroom naturally also saw this scene, and were secretly surprised.

Normally, although Yue Luo is considered to have good grades in the class, they are at most averagely good. His grades are often on the verge of being admitted to the university.

So among the teachers, except for Huang Sheng, the head teacher who took care of him because of his frail health, the other teachers didn't care about Yue Luo.

Especially the English teacher who doesn't care about their class.

But why did he change his mind today... Not only did the English teacher change from his usual perfunctory attitude, but this time he actually stood in their class, Yueluo, watching him answer the questions?

Here, what's going on...

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone saw the English teacher rushing towards his office holding the small English test paper that he had collected as if he had found a treasure.

This scene once again intensified the curiosity of all the students, they gathered around Yue Luo one after another, and you asked one by one: "What happened to old man Zhou just now?"

"I also want to ask, what did he see and why did he suddenly open his eyes?"

The English teacher's eyes are as small as mung beans, and because she always squints her eyes all the time, people in the class always joke that she goes to class with her eyes closed.

As soon as this remark came out, the students around the side all laughed.

Suddenly—"Could it be that your answer was so bad that you caught his attention?" A teasing sound came from Yang Rui who usually regarded the original owner as a competitor.

The smile on Yue Luo's face faded, and when he looked over, a fair-skinned girl with twin ponytails was looking at him gloatingly.

There is a fragment about this Yang Rui in the memory of the original owner.

Because he and Yang Rui are always ranked very close to each other in the class, usually the original owner comes first.

But the number of places for the university entrance examination is so small, this Yang Rui has always regarded the original owner as a thorn in his side and a stumbling block.

Yang Rui is not only dissatisfied that the original owner is always higher than her in the exam, but also always looks down on the original owner, thinking that the clothes the original owner wears are old and ugly every time, so he is not worthy of going to college.

Therefore, no matter what she has to do or not, she always has to come here to make fun of the original owner.

However, Yue Luo usually doesn't bother to care about such trivial matters, because they won't affect him in any way, and he doesn't even have basic mood swings.

But Yang Rui went too far, not only was she mean to the original owner, but she also always wanted to play tricks on the original owner.

Once everyone was queuing up to get hot water in the boiling water room. When Yang Rui saw the original owner, she deliberately opened the lid of the kettle. When passing by the original owner, she tilted hard and burned the original owner's left instep. large scar.

The scars are still very deep now.

At that time, the original owner couldn't sleep well all night because of burns and blisters, and his heart ached when he walked.

As expected, she did not do well in the subsequent exams. Once she fell by more than a dozen, Yang Rui was overjoyed when she saw it, and immediately came to stab the original owner again.

Yue Luo chewed on these memories of the original owner, and when he looked at Yang Rui, his eyes became much deeper, with a trace of blatant coldness and disdain, which made Yang Rui a little frightened.

But Yang Rui's contempt for the original owner is deep in her bones, and girls are always better at learning English than boys, and her English is always better than Yueluo.

So Yang Rui quickly regained her composure, and said in a soft voice after regaining her face: "I said you can't learn English by rote like that. You can't find a way anyway. If the teacher criticizes you, then the teacher will have nothing to do with you. You You should reflect on yourself."

The students around all agreed with Yang Rui. After all, this Yue Luo had always had a low sense of presence in the class, and he felt that he would not be angry no matter what.

"That's right, Yang Rui is right, you have to find a way, you can't just study hard."

Someone suddenly worried: "Hey, it's best not to make the teacher angry with our class, why don't you take the initiative to write a self-criticism in a while...or our whole class will be hurt..."

Yue Luo pursed his lips when he heard the words, and the smile on his face was completely cold. Just as he was about to speak, his deskmate waved his hand impatiently like chasing flies: "Let's go, what are you talking about, old man Zhou? Are you angry? Are you overjoyed? You haven't seen how beautifully written Yue Luo's test paper is!"

He had good intentions, and he couldn't bear to watch his mild-tempered deskmate being scolded by everyone, but in fact, he was a little bit uncertain.

He glanced at the handwriting, it was so beautiful. I don't know when this guy practiced the handwriting, but he couldn't understand the answer, and he didn't know whether he did it well or not.

But no matter what, no one else could say that about Yue Luo, and Yue Luo had done nothing wrong. Zhao Zhuo glanced at Yue Luo who had been silent beside him, and his eyes signaled that he was fine.

It just so happened that the class bell rang at this time, and a group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

Seeing this, Yue Luo's heart warmed up, and he no longer cared about what he said just now, and continued to prepare for the next class.

Yang Rui, who sat back in her seat, looked at her, curled her lips in disdain, and said with a sneer in her heart: I'm still happy, old man Zhou with such a gloomy temper, maybe he will scold him in the next English class.

Fortunately, there was another English class in the afternoon, and she was waiting to see how Yue Luo was scolded in public.Thinking of this, Yang Rui is in a good mood.

The following classes were quite satisfactory, and the teachers of each subject reviewed the knowledge points in the order of the books before dismissing the get out of class.

Yue Luo has no dry food, and now the lunch time is shortened, and he can't go back to the dormitory. Everyone eats in the classroom, so he can't conjure up a bunch of delicacies in front of other people.

So Yue Luo had no choice but to find an excuse, and ran to the gate guard booth that had been abandoned by the school.

Being able to shelter from the wind and snow, and not to be seen by others, Yue Luo hid in it with peace of mind and began to eat the Mala Tang on his menu today.

Suddenly a miserable cry from outside caught his attention, Yue Luo looked over carefully, but accidentally saw the boy again.

Qu Ying...

He was wearing a black down jacket with a slack posture, his hands were in his pockets, and he looked at the few people who were beaten to tears on the ground in front of him with slightly lowered eyebrows.

Yue Luo recognized that they were the gangsters who tried to destroy him in Xiaolu last time.

Qu should be teaching them a lesson?

That's good, so that they won't hurt other students again.

Yue Luo thought about it, and then looked back at Qu Ying, feeling a little delicate.

The young man was tall and slender, and the down jackets of this era were still very bulky, but when he wore them, he felt elegant and luxurious.

Qu Ying is not like a villager, but like a young master from the county...

Not knowing if he noticed his gaze, Qu Ying suddenly turned his head to look this way, Yue Luo's heart skipped a beat, and subconsciously squatted down to hide.

I have lingering fears.

I don't know if it was seen or not.

After a long time, when Yue Luoxin walked out of the guard booth with a bang, there was no one outside, and he walked back to the classroom with difficulty recovering. After a few minutes of rest, the class bell rang again.

This is an English class. According to the past, the English teacher is enough to finish correcting the quiz papers in one morning. Yang Rui complacently looked at Yue Luo, who was a little out of control, and secretly hoped that the teacher would get angry in public.