Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 235 Nothing Special
Xiao Ai is complacent, can she be half-dead with anger this time?No matter what she said, she wouldn't let it go.

"Deng dong dong" the regular sound of high-heeled shoes sounded.

Xiao Ai looked at the class teacher who walked past her seat in an instant, and suddenly remembered that they wouldn't move, so she could walk over to see it by herself?However, the head teacher had already walked to Nangong Ming's desk, without removing his upright Chinese book, the head teacher knew who he was by looking at his familiar back of the head and figure.

"Nangong Ming?" The homeroom teacher angrily tore off the book Nangong Ming was clutching, and threw it behind him, revealing Nangong Ming's handsome face.

Nangong Ming flicked his messy hair, looking very kind and dazzling: "Auntie."

The head teacher didn't want to be related to him at all, so he asked seriously, "What are you doing in our class?"

Nangong Ming still smiled dazzlingly: "Of course it's studying. Other teachers treat me badly. Auntie, you must get me into your class. They always bully me."

The head teacher frowned and listened to his address, and corrected him without thinking: "From now on, I will be called Mr. Nangong at school. There is nothing special about it at school."

What she said was exactly the same as her image, rigid.

Nangong Ming "..."

He had known for a long time that his aunt was stubborn, otherwise, when she asked him to transfer him, she would not have strongly opposed it.

In fact, the head teacher thinks that she is merciful enough to her nephew. If it were someone else, she would have driven him out with a table. At least, now she just stands where she is, stretching out a finger to point out the door: " Now, immediately, immediately, bring me your desk and go back to your class."

"I'm not leaving." Nangong Ming came up headstrong after being unable to explain to her, put his head on the table, grabbed the corner of the table with both hands, and said angrily.

"You..." The homeroom teacher was choked by such stubborn Nangong Ming's words, since he didn't leave, she would carry him out.

She stepped forward and reached out to take Nangong Ming's arm and lift him from the table. After a long time, she couldn't move his weight.

Unable to move, the teacher in charge looked up and saw that the whole class was looking at them. After a good class, because Nan Gongming had already consumed half of it, the teacher in charge reasoned with him: "Have you written the application for transfer?"

Nangong Ming was speechless.

"If the principal agrees with your transfer application, I will transfer you to our class."

Nangong Ming's head lying on the table, eyes closed tightly, because of her words, lightly lifted up, but only looked at her contemptuously, continued to close his eyes, and lay dead on the table.

That look seemed to say, no matter what you say, I just won't leave.

Nangong Ming also knew that this was just his aunt's plan to delay the attack, to make him think that there was hope, and then excitedly moved the desk back to the original classroom, waiting for the result of the application, but in fact his aunt would block it behind him in every possible way.

The homeroom teacher looked at Nangong Ming's contemptuous eyes, and was very angry. Who is the aunt and who is the nephew here, and she is bigger than her.

She made a direct call and called the head teacher of Nangong Ming's class.

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When Nangong Gen received the call, he hurried over from the company. The teacher brought in the expressionless Nangong Gen. Before Nangong Gen asked a question, he saw Nangong Ming and Xiao Ai sitting in the teacher's office Friendly chat.

Nangong Ming's class teacher is a 40-year-old middle-aged man, surnamed Wu.

Teacher Wu welcomed Nangong Gen to his seat and sat down: "I'm sorry, I called you over while you were busy."

(End of this chapter)