Tutor: I Ran Away For 3 Years And Was Found By An Apricot Tree

"Nie Wenzai, you can erase the blackboard of the blackboard in the back.

After listening to his words, Nie Wenzai looked back at the blackboard newspaper, and looked at him a little stunned: "But, teacher." I just made it yesterday.

Wang Baijing waved his hand helplessly: "It's okay, wipe it."

Then he looked at Wei Xuan with a headache.

Alas, I don't know if adding this blackboard is enough for him.

Facing Wang Baijing's gaze, Wei Xuan pulled the corners of his mouth a little innocently and shrugged.

He can't be blamed for that.

He knew he could write a lot when he wrote, so he was already controlling the size and interval of the font when he wrote.

But the five ways to write on a blackboard are already the limit, not to mention that the first three methods are still written in detail.

What can be done about this

? I'm excellent, blame me?

Wang Baijing was a little speechless when he saw Wei Xuan's posture.

The

reason why he kept the problem-solving method made by Nie Wenzai was not to imply that he hadn't done his best and wanted to let himself continue to read

? But he did want to see how many other methods Wei Xuan could use, and where his limit was? Otherwise, who would keep letting him write it?

Wouldn't it be a waste of time?

It's nice to don't have to do anything. But are you that kind of teacher?

Hey, this classmate, move to the side, and sit on a stool for me.

Wang Baijing waved his hand at a classmate, motioning for him to move inside and leave a place for himself.

The student looked at Wang Baijing's waving fingers and was a little stunned, and after about three seconds, he moved it in with hindsight.

Wang Baijing sat down, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a satisfied smile on his face.

Sure enough, it's still comfortable to touch the fish.

No, I'm not fishing, I just want to experience the good times of the students again.

Well, that's right, that's it.

Finding a reason for himself, Wang Baijing sat with the students with peace of mind.

The student looked at Wang Baijing's side face with resentment: "......

"Can I say that your ass is too big and takes up too much space, can you get up and go to find someone else......?"

Nie Wenzai stood up and looked at the blackboard newspaper that had just been made in some silence.

Because of his height, when Zhao Yingying, a member of the entertainment committee, published a blackboard newspaper, he would be arrested from time to time. Because of this, he is very aware of the hard work that Zhao Yingying and the classmates who published the blackboard newspaper have put in this.

Looking at this exquisite blackboard newspaper, Nie Wenzai shook his head slightly, It's not that I want to erase you, if you want to blame the big villain on the stage.

Thinking about it, he walked towards him.

But before Nie Wenzai arrived, Zhao Yingying, the entertainment committee member in the class, took action.

Nie Wenjae thought she was trying to stop herself from erasing the blackboard.

This is understandable, after all, many days of hard work have been in vain because of such a reason, and it is a little difficult to accept anyone for a while.

Raise your hand to stop her.

Can... Things seemed to be a little different from what he thought.

I saw Zhao Yingying come to the blackboard newspaper in a few steps. Because the blackboard newspaper was made yesterday, there are still a few tables for stepping feet. On it were two boxes of chalk and a few handkerchiefs.

She stepped on her chair and slumped onto the table. Pick up a handkerchief and report it to the blackboard. Then he glanced at Nie Wenzai with a hint of disdain.

The look in his eyes seemed to say: You can't do this well, it's a shame that you grow so big.

Nie Wenzai: "......"

But since the main creators of others have taken the lead, it seems a bit hypocritical for him to be entangled again. So he took a big stride, stepped on the table, and joined the queue to wipe the blackboard.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yingying and several other classmates could no longer find a trace after a few days of hard work.

"Classmate Wei Xuan.

Wei Xuan looked at it when he heard it, and was a little puzzled: "Huh?"

The entertainment commissioner pointed to the blank blackboard and said with a hint of appeal: "I hope you can fill it up."

Although she admires Wei Xuan, she also thinks that her few days of hard work have been erased of the value.

Wei Xuan chuckled, and then showed a bright smile: "It will definitely live up to the trust." Then

he walked to the back of the classroom.

Looking at Wei Xuan's sunny smile, Zhao Yingying's face actually began to turn red.

She quickly shook her head, then quickly pulled out a red chalk from the chalk box on the table and walked towards Wei Xuan.

Coming to Wei Xuan, she stretched out her hand and handed over the red chalk: "Give." "

Thank you. Wei Xuan stopped, took the red chalk in her hand, nodded politely to her, and then continued to walk towards the blackboard.

In Zhao Yingying's expectant gaze. He put the red chalk back into the chalk box and took out a white piece of chalk from it.

Taking the chalk is a courtesy to her, and putting down the chalk is a sign of respect for Yujun. As for why he took white chalk, that was the last bit of leeway he left for both sides.

Then, he ignored Zhao Yingying's disappointed eyes, stepped on the table, and started a new round of answering questions.

......

watched one method after another being used in Wei Xuan's pen.

This group of classmates also started from the beginning of "Wow~", "Niu Pi!", "Xuanshen, yyds". It turned into a numb silence.

What else can I say about this? They've already written out twelve ways to do it.

Think about yourself again.

None of them were written, what the hell was this really a human being? Was he reminding us that we were all pigs?

With the twelfth method coming out, the blank blackboard was filled with white hard pen words.

Wei Xuan stepped back from the table, looked at the answers on the blackboard, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he casually threw the chalk into the chalk box, patted the dust on his hand, and turned his head to look back. Prepare for thunderous applause.

However, ......

What caught my eye was a dull-eyed and numb face.

It's ......

He raised his hand and shook it at them.

Silence, or silence.

No one replied to him, and neither his classmates nor his teachers were like sculptures, frozen in their positions, motionless.

Wei Xuan's eyes became a little suspicious, took out his mobile phone, and pressed the screen-off button.

That's right. It's not that time has stopped! the second hand of the clock in the phone is still moving.

At this moment, applause rang out.

"Bang bang bang.

Wei Xuan looked up and looked at the place where the applause rang out.

As expected, it was indeed Qin Yujun.

Looking at her, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her mouth.

He raised his right hand and gave Qin Yujun a thumbs up, meaning that I had completed the task. At the same time, he winked at her left eye.

Qin Yujun watched his movements, stretched out his right hand and grabbed at the void. Then pinch the index finger and thumb of your right hand in a heart-like shape, and put it to your mouth for a "pop".

Then the index finger and thumb released the gun and pointed at Wei Xuan "biu".