Passing the tribulation?

Host console: Blue Star Chinese native term, legend has it that this country also has super carbon-based intelligent creatures. They go against the will of heaven. Every time their power reaches a certain level, they will be struck by lightning, and their undead power will be enhanced after being struck.

Mingruo: What about dead?

Host console: Then hang up.

Mingruo: The people of the Blue Star are so cruel to themselves. The interstellar intelligent creatures are afraid of lightning strikes, but they are not afraid.

At this time, Yasuo, who was standing next to Mingruo, took out his cell phone and dialed a phone in his address book. The other side was quickly connected, and a crisp and sweet voice came: "Hello, this is Guangcheng Special Joint Department. Is there anything that can help you?"

"Hello, I want to ask, someone in Guangcheng District 1 has overcome the tribulation. What level is it?" Liu Sheng's tone was a little worried, "I haven't received any notice before. If it is at the Golden Pill level, I will move my body, otherwise I will be afraid of being struck by lightning."

"Guangcheng District 1, right? Please wait and check it out for you."

"Hello, I just checked that the person who is undergoing the tribulation is that the basic level thunder tribulation has little impact on the surrounding area. However, the person who did not file in advance to survive the tribulation in the city is a violation. If you encounter the tribulation person at that time, please remind him to come and pay the fine."

"Okay, if I encounter it, I will tell him."

At the end of the phone call, Yayoi met Mingruo's eyes that were not focal and confused, and his brows stumbled: "What are you still standing here for? Don't you go back to class?"

The bell rang just now.

"Teacher Sun said, let me take you to the school clinic," Mingruo said.

"No need, I'm fine, go back to class," said Yagyu waved his hand.

It would be great that your true identity was not exposed to the public.

Mingruo looked at him from top to bottom, and felt that all his data was good, so he nodded.

"Let's go, this is a math class. You won't be able to understand it if you're a few minutes later." After Yanagi said that, he walked towards the classroom.

Mingruo didn't know him well, she thought that mathematics, physics and chemistry were quite simple, and the most difficult one was Chinese.

Especially before that, reading comprehension and classical Chinese are difficult!

One or two classes are mathematics classes.

Sun Derivative felt that it was particularly clear when he was in class.

Because he thinks that students who can score 145 in Chinese may be able to do a good job in mathematics, and it should be possible.

Sun's derivative thought uncertainly.

After all, I have written very well in the past two days of Mingruo’s homework, all right.

After Sun Derivative gave a sample question, he came up with several questions on the blackboard. He lowered his chalk and looked around the classroom and said, "Now I'll ask a few students to come up and do the questions."

As soon as Xu Yin fell, except for a few students with excellent grades in the audience, the rest of the students lowered their heads like ostrichs.

Sun Derivative pointed out Yagyu and another student, and his eyes were wandering in the classroom.

Wherever his eyes passed, the students avoided his gaze.

Sun Emperor looked at Ming Ruo. She was holding a pen in her hand and was lowering her head and writing something quickly on the draft, but she was still thinking about it.

"Mingruo, come on," Sun Derivative shouted. Mingruo was obsessed with the calculation method of the best body transformation and heard someone calling her name. She raised her head blankly, and Chang Yuhan next to her quickly reminded her in a low voice: "Teacher Sun, go up and let you solve the problem."

Oh no, Xiao Ruo didn't wear glasses, so he definitely couldn't understand this class.

Mingruo's eyes narrowed slightly and his lips opened slightly: "I'll choose c."

Sun's derivative:...

Chang Yuhan:...

Students:...

The chalk in Yagyu's hand, who was answering on the blackboard, swished a long tail across the blackboard.

Sun Laoshu's face was not very good-looking, Chang Yuhan quickly raised his hand and said, "Teacher Sun, Mingruo's glasses were broken, and she couldn't see the blackboard."

"Then sit down. Remember to wear a new pair of glasses at noon, otherwise you won't be able to listen to the class carefully." Sun Shaoshu's face was slightly slower, and he signaled Mingruo to sit down, and asked Chang Yuhan to go to the podium to solve the problem.

Two math classes have passed.

Before leaving, Sun Shao shouted Liu Sheng over.

"Teacher?" Yagyu followed behind him a little confused.

Sun Derivative sighed, "Yao Sheng, you have the best math scores in our class. Can you take the time to tutor Mingruo? Her math scores are too poor."

As he said that, he carefully paid attention to his students' expressions and said, "It's only been more than a month since the first year of high school. If you catch it, Mingruo's math scores can still be saved."

Chinese, mathematics and English are the three major subjects that have not changed in Guangdong Province. The scores in mathematics have been dragged to death.

Tutoring = You can stare at her openly and not talk about your identity outside.

Yagyu thought very quickly, and he nodded: "Teacher, it is appropriate to unite and be friendly and help students with poor academic studies. Don't worry, I will help Mingruo more."

"That's thank you for your hard work," Sun Shaoshu patted his shoulder with relief, "But, don't be too tired of yourself, don't lose your grades."

"OK."

——

The bell rang in the fourth get out of class in the morning.

The tranquility of the campus of No. 1 Middle School was broken.

With the teacher's call, the vast canteen sprinted and rushed towards the fragrant canteen.

The cafeteria is sprinting to the army, and the first year of high school (10) is very quiet. The students are looking at the history teacher who is talking on the podium without a look.

When he heard the bell ringing for get out of class, he pushed his glasses and said, "Students, I'll talk for a while, and I'll finish it soon."

The students in the podium were wailing in their hearts, Teacher, you said this before, there is no credit.

Yes, it’s not a day or two that history teachers love to drag the church.

Although I know, it is very painful every time I encounter a wardrobe, especially when I go to the canteen to make a meal.

A minute has passed.

Two minutes passed.

...

Five minutes have passed.

The students in the podium felt that they were like a year.

They were wondering if there are still some fried chicken wings in the canteen today?

Can you still eat braised fish pieces?

They couldn't hear anything the history teacher said above.

Finally, the history teacher put down the book in his hand and glanced around the students who were ready to move and said, "get out of class is over."

"Thank you, teacher," a weak voice rang.

Mingruo, who was originally planning to experience the canteen with Chang Yuhan again, saw that her deskmate was not moving, and she was a little confused: "Don't you go to have a meal?"

"No, I've missed the opportunity. I'm queuing now and I can't get any good food. It's better to do my homework while I'm queuing," Chang Yuhan said with great experience.

Mingruo looked up and found that most of the students in the class were like Chang Yuhan, either sitting in their seats or walking out lazily, without the passion of sprinting to the canteen yesterday.

"By the way, are you going to go out to wear glasses? I'll go with you," Chang Yuhan suddenly thought about something.

Mingruo rejected her: "No, I'll go by myself."

The new glasses have been completed, she can just take them out quietly later.
Chapter completed!