Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 63 The premise of respecting teachers and valuing teaching is to be a teacher by example 1
Fu Qi refused to play such a vulgar routine with her.

The young man's eyebrows were indifferent, his slender and white fingertips pressed against Ji Jiujiu's brows, and with an expression of "I'm too lazy to deal with you", he silently moved him away.

Ji Jiujiu leaned back slightly after being poked, but he was not annoyed. He still looked at him with a good temper and smiled, licked his lips, showing his cute little white teeth: "Don't you guess?"

Fu Qi gave a stiff "tsk" and said, "Guess what."

"..."

The little girl blinked innocently and held his hand.

After three seconds.

Fu Qi uttered a very ruthless answer coldly:

"...Have you changed your mind?"

Ji Jiujiu stretched out her long and slender index finger and swayed it left and right.

So Fu Qi gave the second answer.

"That is... to like me more?"

Still fall to the ground.

Ji Jiujiu couldn't help it, and pretended to vomit, then hid in the back in disgust, and complained sincerely: "Fu Qi, you are really... so ugly."

Fu Qi expressionless: "..."

Soil your big head melon.

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Until the class bell rang melodiously, Ji Jiujiu didn't tell him what kind of trick she had performed.

But soon, "the lucky spectator who was tricked" appeared at the door of Class [-] and [-] on his own initiative.

It happened to be the third class at that time, and there were only 2 minutes before the class.

The door of the classroom was forcibly opened by someone. When the person pushed the door with great force, the door frame hit the white wall with a loud noise, showing her anger at the moment.

The people who came were quite familiar, they had only met in the first class.

The current homeroom teacher has an extra hat on his head out of thin air, with one hand pressing down on the brim of the hat, and the only half of his face that can be exposed is tightly blocked by a mask.

"Ye Zhinan, Ji Jiujiu."

She lowered her voice, her emotions fluctuating.

"You two, come to my office."

Everyone in the class was quite confused, unable to figure out what happened, Ye Zhinan bit the cap of his pen, and glanced at the class teacher for some reason.

Suddenly there was a small suffocated laughter from the side.

Ji Jiujiu lowered her head obediently, as obediently and quietly as before, but the corners of her lips were hooked, and the gloating in her eyes was too obvious.

The little girl crazily suppressed the intention of raising the corners of her mouth.

Ye Zhinan suddenly understood something.

The probing gaze was indifferently withdrawn from Ji Jiujiu, and the tip of his tongue touched his cheek intentionally or unintentionally.

"..."

I thought this guy was a soft bun who was easy to bully.

It turns out...it's not like they won't fight back.

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office.

Huayi Middle School is indeed one of the best high schools in Jiangcheng. The offices of the grade groups are all quite large. The decoration is low-key but stylish. As soon as Ji Jiujiu entered, he saw the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

There are only four workstations in the office, and the other three teachers have classes respectively. Except for the class teacher, there are only two girls, Ji Jiujiu and Ye Zhinan, in the whole space.

Ji Jiujiu's skill in pretending to be innocent has always been profound, his big eyes fluttered, his small mouth was pursed, and his gaze looked around the whole office in a little panic before he stabilized his mind and asked for no reason:
"Teacher, what's the matter?"

"what happened?"

The teacher in charge stared at him, took off the brim of his hat angrily and threw away his mask, stared at a strange face, turned his head, and glared angrily: "You still ask me what's wrong? Say, the words on my face are Who wrote it!"

Ji Jiujiu continued to speak in a calm and soft voice, which was extremely innocent and harmless: "I don't know."

It wasn't until the head teacher turned his face that Ye Zhinan knew why Ji Jiujiu couldn't help but smile.

The head teacher is not very good-looking, with high cheekbones, and she can barely see it without makeup, but she prefers to wear that kind of makeup that is not too light.She is thin and thin, wearing the most plain beige shirt, with a few artistic characters written on the face in a color similar to her lipstick number.

"For, person, teacher, table."

The other party seemed to regard her face as a wall, and the four characters of "being a teacher" were written like street art on the wall.

Like a grasshopper accidentally pressing its face into an inkwell.

Also comes with highlights.

Ji Jiujiu quickly glanced away, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, her small shoulders trembled.

Ye Zhinan: "..."

No matter how stupid she is, she should understand that the culprit in this matter is this seemingly innocent and harmless little guy.

But the head teacher happened to be in a fit of anger, and was dazzled by anger for a while, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Ji Jiujiu at all.

Ye Zhinan slowly raised his eyelids, staring at the head teacher's face.

Then there was a faint "tsk".

Staring at him closely, frowning slightly, he nodded seriously:

"I also want to know, who wrote this?"

head teacher:"……"

"Her handwriting is not bad, you can think about it, let her be a publicity committee member, and be in charge of the blackboard newspaper in the class?"

Ji Jiujiu: "???"

But she saw Ye Zhinan's serious expression, as if he was sincerely giving advice to the class teacher, and his tone was extremely sincere.

Ji Jiujiu was speechless.

The class teacher laughed angrily.

She used to be a teacher in the junior high school of Huayi High School. A few years ago, due to various reasons, she had to escape to the high school of Huayi High School. She was a bit dirty in the junior high school, but not many people knew about it.

In the morning, she was caught off guard by Ye Zhinan's choking. Through her eyes, the dark side of the homeroom teacher's heart was almost brought back to memory. She was subconsciously afraid, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of her.

So her attitude was obviously much tougher than in the morning.

She said: "Don't be stupid, I know this is a good thing that one of you two did, or the same sentence, frankness is lenient, resistance is strict."

"It's a confession, a resistance to dropping out of school, right?"

Ye Zhinan didn't give the head teacher any face.

Just as Ji Jiujiu opened his mouth to say something, Ye Zhinan stopped him with a word.

Ji Jiujiu touched his head with his small hand.

I also have something to say.

But Ye Zhinan continued to output high energy, she was more courageous than the sky, and dared to yell at the class teacher on the surface: "How do you know that one of us did this?"

When the teacher in charge heard this, she felt that she was making excuses, and immediately frowned and snorted: "It's not that you can..."

Ye Zhinan made a "stop it" gesture.

Then suddenly a weird smile appeared.

She said, "Why can't the two of us do it together? Teacher, didn't you learn the probability problem well in junior high school?"

head teacher:"……"

"Also."

The cold and indifferent beauty narrowed her eyes, and once again carefully examined the writing on the head teacher's face.

Then suddenly he sneered, just like looking at someone begging for mercy.

The tone was sympathetic and somewhat sarcastic.

"...Besides, I don't think there is any problem with these four words hanging on your face."

　Good night~
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(End of this chapter)