The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Regardless of whether the gossip is true or not, all in all, he made it easy for the majority of middle school students to suffer.

Among the math exercises on the market, the most classic one is Yan Kun's problem set.

It is conceivable how sincerely everyone here hates him.

Su Nanzhi, she also woke up quite early today, it doesn't look like she is in school now, and she doesn't have the privilege of going to school early.

The four girls got up together and went to the classroom after having breakfast. At that time, there were already many people in the classroom.

Logically speaking, although everyone's feelings for this teacher Yan Kun are very complicated, this does not prevent everyone from being honest, and the seats in front are almost full of people.

When Su Nanzhi arrived, only the back seat was relatively empty.

She didn't care, but... she glanced at her little deskmate who was under 1.6 meters tall.

The other two girls, Ye Ting and Wen Letong, were a little bit taller than Su Nanzhi.

Wen Letong should be about the same height as Su Nanzhi, at most one centimeter taller, but the difference of one centimeter is inconspicuous, almost invisible.

As for Ye Ting, she is clearly a 170+ player.

But looking around, it seems that there is no place.

Ruan Yingying also seemed to see the concerns of the other three people, she tugged on Su Nanzhi's sleeve, "Zhizhi, I can see it when I sit in the back, and I usually come here in the classroom like this."

Su Nanzhi glanced at her, can it be the same, how many people are there in the classroom where they usually have classes, how many people are there now.

Moreover, the ratio of male to female at the scene is about 7:3 to 6:4, and the height of boys is generally not short.

"Su Nanzhi," someone called her, "here."

At first glance, it was Zhao Qingheng.

He was surrounded by male students in their competition class.

The seats in this classroom are arranged in rows. There are two rows in total, and each row has 8 seats visually.

And Zhao Qingheng sat closest to the middle aisle, and there were four seats between him and the male students on the other side.

It is a place specially reserved for the four girls.

Ruan Cherry whispered: "My God, are the boys in our class so considerate?"

Su Nanzhi: "Usually I really can't tell."

The other two girls were obviously surprised by this special treatment.

Then everyone walked over and said thank you.

Because Zhao Qingheng sat there originally to occupy a seat for his classmates, during the period, many students from other schools came to ask if there was anyone inside, Zhao Qingheng said one by one that there was someone, and refused their request to come in and sit.

Students and girls came to ask, but Master Zhao still refused fluently.

In fact, this kind of behavior of occupying seats for other students in the classroom is harmless. Like them, more than a dozen students are almost distributed in these two rows.

Zhao Qingheng tactfully sat inside, and the female students also sat inside one by one.

Su Nanzhi went in first, that is to say, she sat next to Zhao Qingheng.

The teacher hasn't come yet, Zhao Qingheng whispered: "Remember to get up early tomorrow, otherwise we are not sure if we can get a seat."

After all, it was more than a dozen people, not two or three.

Su Nanzhi herself didn't care, but after thinking about it, now that she's not at school, it's right for classmates to help each other out, she doesn't care, but her petite and cute deskmate can't be careless.

This kid stayed up late last night to study for the competition.