Hearing everyone in Class B mocking him, Zhao Zhijian woke up: "You scold me?!"

Nalan Xin'er shrugged her shoulders: "Yes? Classmate Zhao Zhijian, you are really invincible if you are the cheapest. Why don't you think about what you said to our Xiao Wu? Don't be too forgetful."

As soon as the voice fell, Class B burst into laughter again: Miss Xiner, your nickname was given to others, it's so vivid! Zhao Zhijian, Zhao Zhijian...Ahahaha!

Miss, handsome!

"You!" Zhao Zhijian was blushing with a thick neck.

He had listened to Lan Zhirou's warning before that in Class B, Nalan Xiner might be the one who is arrogant and difficult to deal with, but he did not expect that this girl is so difficult.

But if he doesn't follow Lan Zhirou's instructions today and persuades the teacher to set the PK match, where will he get close to Lan Zhirou in the future?

Thinking of this, he was cruel and asked for help from the chemistry teacher: "Teacher, class B, it seems that he doesn't want to cooperate with us to do a good job in the public class, please call the shots!"

The chemistry teacher coughed twice, and he was too lazy to bother with the students, but if it threatened his interest in the lecture, he would never allow it.

Zhao Zhijian’s suggestion just now was actually quite good to him. Experts from the Education Department have watched a lot of such open classes. No matter how well they are organized, they can’t escape the stereotyped feeling, which is very dull.

But if you can make some tricks, come to a live PK or something, it will be much more interesting. Now those entertainment shows, what are the best singers, where do moms go, and reality shows like Caoer and Girls, aren't they all in the form of PK?

And in this way, the enthusiasm of the student is much greater, and he can save a lot of effort, especially for the scumbag class, it is a laborious and exhausting to guide.

Thinking about this, the chemistry teacher waved his hand: "Shut up, stop arguing. That's the decision. There will be a PK in the open class. Class A vs. Class B, three against three, you choose your own players."

As soon as the voice fell, the students in class A didn't care, but the students in class B sighed:

"No! Really compare? Too bully!"

"Where can our class get it? Chen is better at studying mathematics and science, but his chemistry is also average..."

"Oh, I blame Miss Xin'er for being in the limelight just now. If we don't sing antithetical dramas with the bad guys in Class A, maybe the teacher will let us go..."

"Yes, happy for a while, regrets endless..."

In depression, some people couldn't help but blame Nalan Xiner.

He Xiaowu was very guilty. Xin'er made her head for her and for the entire Class B, but these people complained indiscriminately. She just thought of a few words to argue, but she heard Nalan Xin'er turn around and face B Classmates.

The magnificent voice raised coldly and proudly: "Others treat us as counselors, and shall we also consider ourselves as counselors? The people in Class A are also two-handed and do not have three heads and six arms, and are afraid that they will fail? It's just a chemistry. Didn’t the experiment allow you to study missile explosives, so that you have destroyed your prestige?"

After a while, the class B students can't hold their heads up.

Yeah...Why did they bother them when they received a provocation from Class A?

I'm afraid it is one kind, which stems from the lack of self-confidence in the bones.

Because they are in Class B and they are scumbags, they know that no matter how hard they work, they cannot exceed the pace of the scholastic masters.

Maybe in other aspects of life, they all have their own pride and pride, but when it comes to learning, they are always dwarfed unconsciously.

Therefore, knowing that it was a humiliating provocation, they dare not accept it.

Because, if you accept and lose, I'm afraid the end will be even more humiliating!

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