The teacher was extremely displeased, "Zhuo Jinchu, I know you have good grades. Although it's just a quiz, you can't just say hello, so don't come."

There is not much time left now. The teacher has a serious face, hoping to dampen Zhuo Jinchu's spirit. He is too arrogant and simply arrogant.

Zhuo Jinchu didn't bother to explain, so he opened the pen cap and heard the swishing sound of the pen on the paper.

The teacher saw that he was writing very fast and was a little surprised. He got off the podium and walked around the classroom under the pretext of being a proctor. Then he pretended to casually walk to Zhuo Jinchu's desk. He glanced at it and was filled with excitement.

Suspicious face.

Looking at Xu Yang at the front desk, the draft paper was almost full, and then looking at Zhuo Jinchu, he didn't even take out the draft paper.

There are several over-the-top Olympic competition questions here.

Watching him answer the questions again, the teacher couldn't help but change his mind. He had just finished reading the questions, and after a while, hey, he wrote down the answers.

After reading it again, it only took a minute at most, and then I wrote down the answer again.

The teacher couldn't help but cursed that this was filled in blindly. The teacher also began to read the questions attentively, and then did the math in his mind, and then... the teacher suddenly showed a constipated expression on his face.

How can I do this if I don’t have any scratch paper?

It's not like he has never seen Zhuo Jinchu take an exam before. Every time an invigilator comes to him, he will symbolically write two strokes on the scratch paper, but at least it's not blank. Why didn't he write a word this time?

Already?

As soon as the bell rang, the teacher was still standing next to Zhuo Jinchu in a daze. Zhuo Jinchu capped his pen, twitched his hand, and his whole movement was smooth and flowing, and his voice was still cool and gorgeous, "Hand in the paper."

"..."

All the students trembled invisibly. They must have not finished writing, right?

According to Zhuo Jinchu's personality, he would not do anything like writing papers after the time limit and not letting anyone take them away.

After all the students had finished school, the teacher could have left work with the papers under his arm and waited until he returned to the office to mark the papers. However, his heart was scratching like a cat's claws and he couldn't wait. Zhuo Jinchu's paper was the first to be corrected, so he took out the marked answers and put them aside.

Compare.

When the match was finished, his face was as pale as a white wall, and his spirit felt like it had been severely damaged.

Qingqing Zhuo Jinchu usually writes and draws on the scratch paper to make fun of their teacher? So this time it is simply because of lack of time that he is too lazy to deal with it?

The teacher felt deeply insulted.

…………

Xiaotuanzi is back, happily back, holding Yu Xiuli in his left hand and Zhuo Qingfeng in his right hand.

Even though the two adults were already holding this soft and small hand, which was as warm as the rising sun, they still felt uneasy, looking at the road and glancing at her from time to time.

After this incident, everyone in the Zhuo family increasingly understood the importance of Xiaotuanzi in the family.

It is the most painful to lose after you have gained it, but you cherish it even more after you have lost it and found it again.

These few hours, this whole experience, felt like years had passed.

As soon as Xiaotuanzi entered the door, Zhuo Ran had already burst into tears and rushed towards him, "Oh wu wu... sister... my good sister... I will never leave you again. Wherever you go from now on, I will go."

where."

Zhuo Yang pulled Zhuo Ran away angrily, "Look, you almost got snot all over my sister."

He handed a hot towel to Xiaotuanzi. Xiaotuanzi saw that his hand holding the hot towel was also twitching, and felt helpless.
Chapter completed!