[69 Book Bar-www.] Finally, the class was in full swing. Xuan and the others discovered that they loved the class bell so much. The professor walked into the classroom with a thick textbook in his hand.

"Are you Zhongli Yuxuan?" The professor had seen the school magazine so he knew Xuan's name, and looked at her up and down.

"Old witch, I'm" Xuan interrupted the professor impatiently and stuck out her tongue. She hated the feeling of being looked at.

"You, you, you actually called me an old witch!" The professor stamped his feet and looked at the little girl in front of him. If the whip in his hand was a little more fragile, she would be crushed.

"Oh! Old witch, are you stuttering? But why do you stutter?" Xuan looked at Wu harmlessly.

"The stutter may be because of nervousness, fear, worry, inferiority, etc...." Wu replied, becoming a good doctor with a title.

"Fear? Worry? Inferiority? Why is this happening?" Xuan continued to ask, 54 dropped the professor's expression.

"Maybe it's because we're so beautiful," Wu Yixiao.

The whole class looked at the two people who sang and laughed. This was clearly a very obvious irony + contempt + contempt!

"Papapapapapapa!" The professor couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped the table with the instruction stick in his hand to signal them to stop.

"Yes, yes!" Xuan still refused to stop, so the professor raised his hand to hit Xiang Xuan, but before it fell on him, he was caught by a strong hand. "Tear, thank you!"

"You! Go up and solve this problem!" The professor walked onto the podium and found one of the most rare questions among the difficult math problems in the world and wrote them out.

"Okay!" Xuan blinked her eyes and was stunned after seeing the question. Isn't this a question made by tears? Oh no! If I had known that I should have memorized the question of tears well.

"Why? No?" The professor smiled contemptuously.

"Wait a minute!" Xuan walked to tears, threw him a mini communicator, walked to the podium and wrote it out in 30 seconds according to tears.

"You. You. You!" The professor was so angry that he couldn't speak! What was this little girl's origin? How could he think of a killer standing in front of him who could not blink!

"It seems we need to talk to the principal about the stuttering problem of the professors in this school!" Tears leaned on the chair, pressed their right hand against their chin, and looked thoughtful.

"Old witch, it's time for you to lose weight. I'll teach you yoga!" Xuan stood up, walked to the professor and kicked his right foot, and the professor fell on the desk in front.

"First, raise your right foot." Xuan jumped gently, jumped to the table behind, and broke the professor's left foot on top, pouting his lips. "Old witch, you are too fat, it's not fun!"

"Next to do sit-ups and lose weight!" Xuan kicked the professor with a bang, and he also stepped on his lower body steadily.

If people who don’t know the situation accidentally see this scene, they will think that this class will take physical education class in this class!

"Yuan, don't you think it's not fun to play like this?" Wu stopped Xuan and said casually, "Old witch, I suggest you learn ballet in the future. Your posture is too inconsistent with our school!"

"That's right, it's so boring!" Xuan shrugged helplessly and said carelessly, returning to her position. "Old witch, let's go to class." The professor patted his clothes, glared at Xuan, and stood up.

"Lingling lingling..."

"It seems that the bell of the get out of class will not give you face." Xuan looked very sorry.
Chapter completed!