That Scumbag is Going To Heaven
Chapter 122
Huang Mao is the number one loyal powder of Shi Ning. Shi Ning''s words are the imperial edict!
"Get back and sit down!" he yelled and asked Shi Ning with some uncertainty. "Elder sister, what did you say just now? Morning reading? Reading newspapers or martial arts novels?"
Hearing this, Shi Ning''s face was completely cold. "Read English and Chinese! Recite history! Recite politics!"
What a bunch of freaks! Still reading martial arts novels?!
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The classroom is very quiet, dead quiet, coupled with the frightened and staring faces of the students, a good classroom has become a horror house!
Shi Ning took out the history book from his schoolbag and put it on the table. His eyes were fierce and heavy. He swept the students in a daze. The clear voice line ''wiped'' from the students'' ears with skin cutting cold and sharp, "do you have any opinion? Ten seconds countdown, ten, nine, eight..."
Mom!
Big sister, really!
I''m not kidding!
Come on, sit down, sit down!
After a burst of "hula, Hula", all the students of class 9 who had just become ordinary loose sand sat down.
The students of class 9 have never arranged seats. They always sit wherever they want.
In general, the students sitting in front are soft tempered, bullying, and can''t read, but they don''t make trouble.
The last one, needless to say, is the noisiest and most troublesome students in the class.
"Oh, wipe, I don''t have a book. Come on, give me a book!"
"Shit, this is a magazine. You steal a fart!"
"Where''s my schoolbag? Who took my schoolbag!"
The noisy and flustered voice kept coming into Shi Ning''s ears. Shi Ning''s face was getting darker and colder. There were no books, magazines and funny bags!
They came to school to collect money? Or gather together!
"... four, three, two, one!"
"Guo De Mo Ning, good oil..."
"In the story of the peach blossom garden, in the middle of the Jin Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, Wuling people fishing for..."
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All kinds of reading sounds. Those who don''t have books only bring themselves to the school students and simply recite the lyrics with their eyes open.
ah
Reluctant to give up the bright secular world
ah
Can''t hide the joy of infatuation
Even if you recite the lyrics, it''s just that you have a voice and emotion, unique and beautiful. The whole classroom should be 250. The voice is the largest, the loudest and the most emotional!
For a long time, Shi Ning, who had not been with the middle two and the two hundred and fifty, listened. The coldness in her eyes gradually disappeared. After a while, she even bent her mouth and smiled.
Although they are very middle school students and very 250, they have no choice but to be insulted by their IQ, but they are all a group of young people in their prime, with straight fearlessness and vitality like the morning sun, like a beautiful picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of her.
And she, also a touch of color in this picture, never disappeared and never left.
When there was a smile at the corner of her mouth, Ning recited history. She was used to reading silently and sitting behind without saying a word. She had a strong aura and looked like a town house beast. She calmed all the students who were used to beating and making noise every morning.
At 7:40, the head teacher of class 9, Mr. Deng, came in from the back door of the classroom. Suddenly he heard Lang Lang reading instead of the familiar noise. Without hesitation, Mr. Deng turned and left.
Sorry, I''m in the wrong classroom.
A few seconds later, Mr. Deng appeared at the back door of the classroom again. After a glance, he left again and walked towards the front door of the classroom.
I looked up and stared at the small wooden board nailed to the door of the door frame of the classroom. The words "class 9, grade 2 of junior high school" were written on the dark green primer. I confirmed it again and again. That''s right! It''s class nine!