After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 102 No Fever
Of course, the physical education teacher has no right to approve the leave, so Mr. Lu went to the principal to discuss it.

The principal took this opportunity to ask Lu Qingjue to sell him the trophy from the previous national competition.

Lu Qingjue directly agreed, and brought a box of trophies from home.

"Principal, I still have a box here, do you want more?" Lu Qingjue said flatly.

The principal was a little dumbfounded looking at the big box in the office.

Seeing that the principal didn't speak, Lu Qingjue said again: "If you think it's expensive, I can sell it at a low price and give you a [-]% discount."

How could the headmaster be unwilling to transfer the money to Lu Qingjue immediately, but he just sighed in his heart that this genius boy is so down-to-earth.

The principal was bribed, and he gave Mr. Lu a leave of absence.

Since then, Lu Qingjue has never attended physical education class.

After Ye Wanwan found out about this, she directly refreshed her understanding of Mr. Lu.

So you are such Lu Qingjue.

*
At noon, Ruan Qin came in with a stack of test papers and asked the class representative Chen Zheng to distribute them one by one.

"I've finished reading all the papers. I did well in the exam this time. Many people have made progress. I hope everyone will continue to work hard and go all out to meet the eight-school joint exam in a month..."

"In addition, I think I need to emphasize the importance of regular writing again." Ruan Qin tapped on the blackboard: "The curly noodles are the appearance of a person, and the fonts are the facial features of a person. If a person's face is full of bumps, it is somewhat Affecting the first impression, the neatness of the paper and the neatness of the font directly affect the mentality of the marking teacher."

Yang Yu got his paper, turned his head and whispered to Tian Mengmeng, "I don't think it will affect me."

Tian Mengmeng glanced sideways at his paper, except for the abcd that was written in the optional inscription, only one Jiezi was written in the big question.

There are only multiple-choice scores on the entire paper. There are 12 multiple-choice questions, 4 of which are correct, and the total score is 20 points.

Tian Mengmeng: ...

It really doesn't matter to you, because you don't need to write at all.

Ruan Qin also slapped the table on the podium to emphasize: "The first impression is very important. Your writing on the blackboard should be better. Sometimes even if you miss a step, the marking teacher will give you two points to make up for it."

Yang Yu continued to whisper to Tian Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, how many exams have you taken?"

Tian Mengmeng quickly protected her paper, not showing it to Yang Yu: "I won't tell you."

Yang Yu immediately took out his ultimate skill: a box of strawberry desserts.

He smiled and handed it over: "Mengmeng, this is delicious, do you want to eat it?"

Tian Mengmeng swallowed.

This is her favorite dim sum, but the shop buys it in limited quantities, so she rarely grabs it.

In the end, the foodie woman compromised. As the saying goes, test papers are precious, and dignity is more expensive. If it is delicious, both can be thrown away.

Yang Yu took Tian Mengmeng's test paper and looked at it: 83 points.

The interaction between the two did not disturb Ye Wanwan and Lu Qingjue at all.

Ye Wanwan was doing physics competition questions with her head bowed, and she didn't hear anything outside the window.

During this period of time, after being trained by the boss Lu, she has developed a habit: when writing papers and doing questions, she puts her heart and soul into it.

There is no way, the regular training, if you are not serious, you can't finish writing within the specified time.

Lu Qingjue took his and Ye Wanwan's test papers, glanced down, and saw that Wanwan was 7 points lower than him, 143.

He turned his head to look at Ye Wanwan, and what he saw was the fair skin on the girl's neck, and he couldn't help but recall the scene of last night, including the dream that he hadn't woken up this morning.

Soft, lingering and deep.

He froze, his throat was hot, and the words stuck in his throat. He coughed for a long time before he recovered his strength: "Wanwan, your paper is here with me."

His voice was hoarse and deep, hesitating to speak.

"sick?"

Ye Wanwan heard Mr. Lu's hoarse voice, quickly put down her pen, and turned her head worriedly.

I saw Mr. Lu's long and narrow phoenix eyes with water vapor, and his ears were a little red, restrained and seductive.

Ye Wanwan only felt that her heart was hit by billions of volts: Grieving little goblin, you know you are playing with fire!

Thinking in a mess in her heart, Ye Wanwan still stretched out her hand to hook Mr. Lu's neck, put it close to the tip of his nose, and felt the temperature with her forehead.

Strange, no fever.

(End of this chapter)