His Wife Calls The Shots

After all this tossing, the first class was wasted, and the remaining classes were all physics classes. She went to the big classroom, but she didn't go back to the classroom.

In the last month, because the physics teachers of the third grade were on business trips, there were only three teachers left in the grade, so three classes were arranged to have a big class at the same time.

Before reaching the door of the classroom, someone called her from behind.

A girl with glasses ran towards her holding a stack of homework books, who was a study committee member in the class.

"Qianmiao, where's your math homework?"

Tang Qianmian walked unhurriedly, without looking back: "I didn't write."

"Ah? You don't write." Learning aggrieved, he pulled his face and said again: "Mr. Yan is very strict. You didn't pay her last time. This is your last chance. If you don't pay this time, next time You’re having a hard time in the classroom."

"Where is the bathroom?" Tang Qianyan said suddenly.

The study committee member was stunned for a second, and then pointed in a direction, "Then, over there."

"Thanks." Tang Qianyan walked to the bathroom.

I didn't take a few steps, and I felt that someone was following behind me.

She glanced, "Why are you following me?"

"The stairs over there are connected to the wind chasing class. Most of the chasing classes are mostly boys. They are very rude. If you walk alone, it won't be good to meet them."

Tang Qianxiang stopped and looked back at her quietly, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "So, do you want to protect me?"

The academic committee looked at her quiet and bright eyes and suddenly blushed inexplicably.

Tang Qianyan is obviously a girl, but in his eyes, there is a cool and handsome look that only a boy can.

"I, I didn't mean that..." the academic committee lowered his head to explain.

Before the words were over, a joking whistle came from afar.

The academic committee turned his head to look, his face instantly became even redder, and his face was anxious, "Qianmiao, let's go quickly, they are here!"

Not far away, about seven or eight boys came together, and a few people almost filled the aisle. The leading boy unbuttoned a few buttons on the collar of his school uniform, revealing a malnourished chest.

As they approached, the Academic Committee had already hid behind Tang Qianxiang, blushing like a ripe persimmon.

The bare-chested boy stared at Tang Qianyan and smiled wryly, "Transfer student, I heard you had a fight with Lu Wanyu just now? Can't fight it, can't fight it, I'll help you, as long as you promise to be me... Hey, I'm talking, you stop! Stop!"

Seeing that Tang Qianyan didn't even give him a straight eye, and walked forward unhurriedly, the boy was instantly irritable.

The other boys all laughed in a very unkind voice, and only one well-dressed boy frowned.

"Brother Zheng, you have encountered Waterloo in your sultry technique, it's over."

Xu Youzheng glanced at those people, then turned his head and said to the boy next to him: "Angel, this Tang Qianmen is pretty, I'm right."

Shi Chengan looked indifferent, "So-so."

He stepped forward.

Xu Youzheng's face is dumbfounded, is that so-so?

Others reminded him in his ear: "Brother, you forgot, apart from our Ang's interest in Feng Chuchu, have you ever seen him take another look at which girl?"

"That is, Feng Chuchu is still in the key class. Except for the good-looking, the transfer student is very mediocre and has no charm. Just having a face will make you tired after a long time. We have to pursue inner beauty.

Xu Youzheng is still confused and does not understand.

The group of people walked into the large classroom.

Shi Chengan walked a few steps faster than them, and was already seated next to a girl.