I yawned and walked to school. After finding my seat for the exam, I took out my pen, put it next to me, and started to sleep until the teacher came.
"Why? Why do you want to take the English test?" Kirihara was still next to me during the test, but seeing his ravaged hair, I knew that he didn't know how much 'care' he had done to his hair last night.
, you can tell by looking at the dark circles under the eyes, and they were also treated into kelp silk.
Kirihara was ravaging his hair all the time, and I calmly picked up the pen and started walking. I don’t know how long it took, but when I saw people around me still doing it on the quarter paper, I just
I threw away my pen and fell asleep. After I finished writing, it was really easy and no challenge.
The drowsiness was about to come, but suddenly a voice came to my ears, "My deskmate, my deskmate, show me your paper." I opened my eyes, and doubts flashed through my purple eyes. Are you looking at that?
Is it? It’s just copying, but that’s pretty much it.
I moved the papers and went back to sleep.
"It's time to hand in the paper." The teacher ordered, I threw the paper forward, picked up my backpack and walked out of the classroom.
"My deskmate, my deskmate, are your English scores very good?" Kirihara caught up with me and asked tentatively. "Average." Because after living in the United States for more than a year, my English is very poor in Japan.
It's pretty awesome, but I don't think much of it. I can only give it a try.
"Hehe, that's good, I'll copy everything from you." Kirihara scratched his head and said with a smile.
Poor kid, I knew he was doomed, but he dared to copy all my English. After the teacher got the score of the paper, Kirihara was not doomed, but absolutely dead.
"Kirihara Akaya! Please explain to me clearly, why did you get a score of 90 on the English test this time?" Sato Aiki was so angry that he almost wanted to kill Kirihara Akaya. This guy actually plagiarized, and even plagiarized.
Ninety points? How is this possible?
Ah? Kirihara scratched his head, how could it be possible? Didn’t his deskmate say that his English was only average? Since it was only average and he didn’t copy the essay, then at most he could pass the exam.
"Come to my office after class! Also, Qianye-san is very good this time. He is the first in the grade in English with a perfect score of 100! I hope everyone can learn from Qianye-san." Sato Aiyi nodded, but after a moment, he spoke again
Transfer, "Qianye-san, did you plagiarize Kirihara this time? Come to my office after class and explain it to me!"
Suddenly, the whole class's eyes were focused on me.
Well...every pair of eyes was shining brightly, and those eyes were really hard to bear to refuse. "So what?" I propped my chin up and didn't even raise my eyes. I was as arrogant as I wanted to be.
"My deskmate, please don't admit it. Mr. Sato is very perverted." Kirihara has seen too many arrogant people. At most, he thinks that his deskmate is more arrogant. However, this deskmate can improve his English.
If he passes the test, he must keep his deskmate and must not be fixed by the pervert.
Sato Aiyi felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, "Qianye-san, what did you say? Huh?"
"What do you think?" I stood up, my whole body exuding a cold murderous aura, which made everyone around me want to flock to him. This man is too scary, not to mention his silly appearance, and the most terrifying thing is the arrogance in his words.
The strength and cruelty go straight to people's souls, which is terrible.
This guy is so scary. Sato Aiyi unconsciously took a step back and then said, "Isn't it?"
"Did I deny it? I didn't admit it either." I sneered, my face still paralyzed, but my eyes were full of sharpness. It was wrong for Kirihara to copy the paper, but I was copied, and I was also a victim. Why should I?
Who do you think you are when you talk to me in that tone?
"You guys go to self-study!" Aiki Sato was busy running away from the door. He really couldn't go on. Each of these students was more arrogant and arrogant than the other. It was simply not something that ordinary teachers could teach.
Seeing the panicked back, I lowered my eyes slightly, what is this? A teacher also started to play evasion, or did I go too far? Did the aura I exuded scare the teacher? I seemed to have restrained myself a lot...