Chapter 26 The Consequences of Being Late

.. Turning back to the Mercedes-Benz, he dusted the snow on his body and head, and Li Jialan sat in the car.

Because of the snow on the road, the car drove slowly. In addition, Li Jialan delayed time before. When she arrived at school, she was 100% late.

Today's first class was by head teacher Li Haihui.

"How can you be so late for so long? Is the school your hotel? Come whenever you want? Get out. Don't go to today's class, so as not to tire your noble brain..." Li Haihui roared at Li Jialan with a fierce face like a plague god.

However, at this time, a boy was also late. He squeezed over from Li Jialan and shouted "Report" to Li Haihui.

Li Haihui shook his hand and let the boy into the classroom. Then he continued to teach Li Jialan a lesson. This made the whole class see that Li Haihui deliberately targeted Li Jialan.

Some students smiled wantonly at Li Jialan, and some secretly smiled with their mouths and their heads sideways. Almost, few people sympathize with Li Jialan.

Look at this Nanxinyi popularity.

Li Jialan sighed in her heart and then walked to the corridor.

Li Haihui turned around and faced the whole class, "In the future, the whole class will supervise Nan Xinyi for me. Don't let this evil horse destroy the honor of our whole class..."

At this time, the whole class was surrounded by Li Haihui's words and looked at each other in consolence. Although Nan Xinyi is hated by many people in her class, she can't stop saying justice because of her private anger. She is just late, and she can't become a black sheep because she is late.

And the boy who had just been late but was let go by Li Haihui sweated coldly and his face was full of luck. After that kind of fearful expression, his originally sitting straight body slowly bent down, as if he wanted to hide and hide. God knows why he is so lucky. He is almost the black sheep in the eyes of the teacher.

There is no doubt that their head teacher took gunpowder today. In order to protect themselves, those students in Class 23 were not blown away by Yu Lei, all nervous and listened to the class seriously as never before.

There is a cautious and tense atmosphere deep into the minefield. Outside the classroom, Li Jialan was very relaxed.

Even if it is blown by the cold wind in the corridor, the cold snow is blowing. She didn't seem to be hit by the cold at all. She took out a book from her schoolbag, took out a pen, looked at the text carefully, and circled some places where she thought it should be heavy.

In Class 22 adjacent to Class 23, there was a boy who hit a monster in his head in class. Because he was sitting by the window, he inadvertently saw Li Jialan leaning against the counterweight wall on the edge of the corridor in the corridor and looking carefully at the textbook.

The boy's beautiful eyes flashed with unprecedented surprise.

I don't know why this girl, who is usually sinister and annoying in his eyes, suddenly became so different in his eyes.

It is said that people who do things seriously will be beautiful, is that why?

"Xun!"

A low call pulled back from the window the sight of the handsome boy who was sitting in the classroom for class but stood up.

"What?" Leng Yanxun frowned slightly and looked at the little flat-headed boy at his desk.

"What are you looking at?" The flat-headed boy stretched out his neck and wanted to bypass Leng Yanxun and looked outside. As a result, Leng Yanxun stretched out his slender fingers and flicked his forehead fiercely.

The boy almost screamed, frowned, and shouted to Leng Yanxun in a low voice, "Why are your hands so dark?"

Leng Yanxun glanced at the boy and said, "If you don't listen to the class well, do you use countless white rice to raise your parents?"

"Oh..." The little flat-headed boy rolled his eyes and curled his mouth like a bitter gourd. Is there anyone more shameless than Leng Yanxun in the world?

"Some students, please listen carefully." A male English teacher in his forties on the podium pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and raised his voice to warn some students who whispered.

However, for Leng Yanxun, these seem to be the wind in his ear. Even if he blows his ears, his eyes involuntarily glanced out of the window and fell on the girl who was absorbed in reading the textbook.

Li Jialan didn't know that she had become the scenery in the eyes of others, and still focused on reading the textbook.

In her previous life, she had obtained an MBA from Tsinghua University, but after all, she has put down her high school books for many years and is not familiar with it. How can it be so easy to go to college?

At this time, it was actually the end of the first semester of the third year of high school, and all the texts have been finished. Nanxinyi's dung beetle-like handwriting has filled the whole language book, and the so-called key points have been marked by Nanxinyi.

In other subjects, Li Jialan is confident that it is easy to pick up scores. In addition to the use of formulas, mathematics is also various theorems. These are inherently strong for mathematics, and there is no challenge for her. However, she used to study science, while Nan Xinyi studied liberal arts. Relatively speaking, the language of science is simpler than that of liberal arts, so Li Jialan really needs to make up for the language.

Moreover, except for the same basic subjects, other sub-subjects have no similarities at all. The sciences are physics, chemistry and biology, while liberal arts are politics, history and geography.

If it is difficult to learn in the minor subjects, it is still physics, chemistry, countless formulas, unit conversion, and the minor subjects of liberal arts. As long as you want to keep your teeth tight, memorize them by rote them, and you are familiar with them. If you don't take more than 100 exams, you can get 90. These are still easier than science subjects. But the last semester of the third year of high school is almost over, allowing Li Jialan to recite the three major sub- subjects in less than 20 days from now to the exam? Then her brain is not a human brain, but a computer.

Do you want to consider transferring?

Li Jialan's classbook is considering how to make her study less difficult.

The school of Nanxinyi is an aristocratic private high school, and Li Jialan previously attended the famous Fanyang Public No. 1 Middle School, which is one of the top ten famous high schools in the country. Relatively speaking, the management system of private schools is much looser than that of public schools. If it is in Fanyang No. 1 Middle School, it is impossible to transfer to another subject in such a semester. However, it should be easier here. Let Nanjing give birth to that wolf-hearted thing, and scrape a few taels of skin for her "baby" daughter.

Li Jialan put the book back in her schoolbag. At the beginning, she was too focused on reading. Now it took a long time to feel that her hand attacked by the cold had been frozen.

At this time, the bell rang and the class was over. Li Haihui dragged the classroom in Class 23 and did not finish the class for a long time, but the students in other classrooms, like birds scattering cages, ran out of the classroom.

When Li Haihui finally finished class, there were only a few more than ten minutes left between classes.

"Come with me to the office." Li Haihui's face was cold, and his tone was quite evil to Li Jialan.

There must be something else. This Li Haihui obviously deliberately targeted her. I don't know what's behind it that annoyed the head teacher and made her so fruitless.

Sure enough, there is a big trouble.

Li Jialan was taken directly to the principal's office by Li Haihui.

A large envelope full of banknotes and a threatening letter are the reason why Li Haihui lost his temper.

"I didn't do it." After reading the content of the threat letter, Li Jialan basically understood who was doing the trouble. It's nothing more than to lose the image of a good child painstakingly shaped by Nan Xinyi, the owner of her previous skin.

Who else can there be besides Nan Xinyue?

What on earth does that damn girl want to do? Li Jialan narrowed her eyes and her mind turned quickly.