He murmured in his heart, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised... That innocent face makes people feel... Well... it's too sinister... Unfortunately, no one believes the truth, so An Xiaolan is not worried at all. Who makes her so well-behaved?
Woolen cloth?
"Little lazy boy, why are you so early?"
Muzi propped up her head and looked at An Xiaolan who was fishing. As soon as she came to the classroom today, she saw Xiaolan sitting in her seat.
"Well..."
An Xiaolan responded with a monosyllable... She was very sleepy... Muzi kept chattering, what on earth were he talking about?
"Xiao Lazy is in class."
Muzi pushed An Xiaolan, but unfortunately... An Xiaolan didn't respond at all. When she returned to her seat, she saw the old math man walking in with a book in his arms.
He kept winking, but unfortunately An Xiaolan was accompanying the handsome Duke Zhou and had no time to pay attention.
"Muzilin"
"arrive!"
“…..”
What this math teacher likes the most is to call the roll call. If there is no name, the person must get up and answer the question. And it is a super difficult Mathematical Olympiad question.
If you can't answer, what you say will be unpleasant.
"Yi Zihao"
"arrive"
“….”
"An Xiaolan"
“…”
There was silence in the classroom, which made everyone focus on An Xiaolan's head, because he couldn't see his face when he was lying down.
"An Xiaolan"
“….”
The math teacher stared at the student book without looking up, and shouted again, but unfortunately it was still extremely quiet.
When I looked up, I found that everyone was looking at An Xiaolan...
"Little lazy..."
Mu Zilin swallowed his saliva and spoke dryly, but... An Xiaolan was still indifferent.
"An Xiaolan, you actually slept in my class, not bad... really good."
The math teacher smiled instead of being angry. The smile was uglier than crying. He slowly walked to An Xiaolan's side.
I pushed her and waited for a while, but found that there was no reaction...
Logically speaking, one should be cautious when sleeping in class. The slightest sound will startle one, but now there is no reaction after being shaken? What kind of genius is that?
"An Xiaolan."
After regaining his composure, the math teacher shouted seriously, but unfortunately he still received a silent response.
Mu Zilin quickly called Leng Yue...
"Brother Leng, come here quickly, Xiaolan was caught by that old-fashioned old man."
I whispered, but the math teacher with particularly sharp ears heard me.
"Muzilin, that's very good. Stiff old man? You go and solve the problems on the blackboard."
Looking back at Mu Zilin who had just put away the phone, he smiled very brightly.
Mu Zilin had a grimace on her face... She had offended whomever... She walked up to the podium bitterly, looking at a series of numbers... It might know her, but she didn't know them...