The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

"There is another classmate who doesn't even want to click the decimal point. Why is the pen out of ink?"

"..."

"Where is student Shen Yiming sitting? Stand up and let the teacher get to know him. I heard that this student won the first place in the rematch last time. I will also get to know my future brother as soon as possible."

However, just after these words, the classroom fell into a strange silence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, brother... oh, classmate Shen Yiming is not feeling well this morning, so I asked for leave."

It took a while before someone stood up bravely and explained the situation to the man on the podium——

This situation is of course false. In fact, Shen Yiming didn't sleep in the dormitory last night. Of course, the young master's free soul couldn't help being kept away from the Internet. After self-study last night, he climbed over the wall and went out to find an Internet cafe.

The roommates didn't know where he was last night, they only knew that this brother was alive.

The nature of this school is a little bit special. It is a vocational school. The control over students is relatively strict at ordinary times. It can be said that it is closed management. In order to prevent students from thinking, there are few entertainment facilities outside, especially Internet cafes that are widely loved by young people today.

Of course, where there are young people, there are business opportunities, where there are business opportunities, there will be merchants, and there will naturally be customers when there are stores.

A little farther outside, an unremarkable Internet cafe opened in September this year.

Shen Yiming spent the night there.

"Oh?" Teacher Yan raised his eyebrows, "I don't feel well, what's the reason? Is it a cold and fever or a stomachache?"

Students standing up: "..."

Teacher Yan, you make it difficult for me to do this.

"Student Shen Yiming is dizzy and has a low fever, so he fell asleep in the dormitory." The very loyal classmate who stood up said, pressing his conscience.

"That's it," Teacher Yan also paused, "Your life teacher didn't report it to me, so it won't work, you should sit down first, and remember to ask him to make up the leave slip for me in the afternoon."

"Okay." The classmate who sat down cried in his heart.

What if... What if Brother Shen doesn't come back in the afternoon?

"What about student Su Nanzhi? The name should be a girl's name, right?" Yan Kun stared at the student below and smiled, "Can this student explain to me why you didn't add the decimal point?"

"..."

Just so caught off guard, the air once again fell into an embarrassing situation.

The students of No. 1 Middle School in Beijing who sat in two rows secretly exchanged glances, and finally handed over their hopes to the class monitor and three girls in the row in front.

Yes, their sister Zhi is not in the classroom either.

During the silence that lasted for a few seconds, Yan Kun said: "What's the matter, isn't student Su Nanzhi here?"

Even this gold medal teacher began to doubt life, "Is my class so unpopular with you? The two people who took the first and second exams ran away after the first day of class. What's the matter? Did you buy a standing ticket overnight last night?"

"..."

Some students from other schools couldn't help laughing softly.

Zhao Qingheng was about to stand up at this time.

Then I heard a knock at the door, probably from the front door.

"Knock knock knock."

Yan Kun narrowed his eyes, "Please come in."

So the door opened, bringing a gust of cold wind, and the students near the door couldn't help shivering.

A man and a woman came in outside the door.