The heroine of fast time only wants to open

Chapter 217 Gold medal female academic 13
Yan Xiujuan saw that Tan Zihui was crying so hard that she could only ask Hua Xian what was going on.

Fancy is very objective and tells the story from the 'morning math paper' without any personal emotion.

Tan's father's face became more and more ugly the more he heard about it, and he asked Tan Zihui if this was the case.

Tan Zihui sobbed and said:
"No matter what, she can't hit anyone. It won't hurt if she looks at the paper. She's hiding it. Who knows-"

When Dad Tan saw that she was still stern, he wanted to hit her again, but Dad Zhou stopped him and said:

"Mr. Tan, this is a school. If you want to teach your children a lesson, go home and teach them a lesson."

Then he turned to the head teacher Yan Xiujuan and said:

"Teacher Yan, I entrusted my daughter to you because I trusted the atmosphere of No. [-] Middle School, but today I am really disappointed."

This girl obviously wanted to embarrass Ling Ling.

At such a young age, a child has so many thoughts.

His Ling Ling is still so innocent. I have never seen him before. He must have hit someone out of anger and grievance.

Fortunately, Lingling called him, otherwise he wouldn't have been bullied to death.

Yan Xiujuan's heart skipped a beat: "Director Zhou."

Zhou Rongxiu said:

"I hope Teacher Yan will handle this matter well and this kind of thing will not happen again in the future. Maintain the three-character style and don't make it difficult for Principal Zhen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Principal Zhen hurried over and saw Zhou's father quickly apologized and shook hands.

Tan Zihui's face turned pale.

She really didn't expect that the matter would become such a big deal, and Principal Zhen, who had never shown his face, came forward.

Her father immediately nodded and bowed.

This was the first time she realized the gap between herself and Zhou Linling, which she could not change no matter how hard she tried.

Why are some people born with good dads?
Why didn't she?

Her father always beats her, for any minor mistakes, or for talking back.

Tan Zihui looked in Zhou Linling's direction again.

She saw Director Zhou holding her shoulders and talking to the principal.

He has a tall and straight figure, a calm tone and a calm demeanor, as if he is a big leader.

Mr. Principal could only keep saying yes, yes, yes.

The matter was settled that afternoon.

Tan Zihui was transferred to Class Five.

There are five classes in the entire third grade of junior high school. One class is commonly known as the Rocket Class. The students in it are all the top students in the top [-] years.

The other four classes went down in sequence.

Class [-] has the worst grades and the weakest teachers.

Tan Zihui was also suspended from school for three days.

But these are not worth mentioning compared with persuading people to quit.

Fancy didn't want to push her to death.

But being transferred to Class [-] was enough to make her face a hundred times more embarrassed.

She couldn't tell how many people were laughing at her behind her back.

Let her also have a taste of being used as a conversation piece in private.

Fancy just wanted to use her to scare the monkeys.

There must be a lot of people in this school who can't stand her. Take a shot and create a quiet and harmonious world for your future study and life.

After solving this matter, Zhou's father has to go back.

He left behind a circle of subordinates who were in a meeting and came to support Hua Xian.

Originally, he thought of taking his daughter home to rest, since the afternoon classes were over anyway.

Hua Xian shook his head and pushed him to go to work quickly.

She hasn't missed her math class yet, so she needs to listen carefully.

When Hua Xian returned to the classroom, it happened to be recess, and Tan Zihui in the front row was packing her schoolbag and going home with tears in her eyes.

A circle of little sisters surrounded her. When Hua Xian came in, they dared not speak out in anger.

Now the whole class knows that Zhou Lingling cannot be offended, and even the principal has to lower her father's head.

Hua Xian sat down, and her deskmate carefully pushed her math paper in front of her, then quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her.

After the math class ended, Huanxian went to ask the math teacher if she had the correct answers to the papers from the past two days. She wanted to check them.The math teacher is an older, middle-aged woman with a thin curly haircut, which is very fluffy and looks like a housewife.

Xia Yingfan first looked at Hua Xian in surprise for a few seconds and then asked:
"Have you finished writing?"

Hua Xian nodded and handed over the paper.

Xia Yingfan took a quick glance and was even more surprised and said:

"You come to my office."

Hua Xian followed her to the office and watched her quickly come up with the correct answers and finish correcting the paper.

134 points.

Fancy frowned, lower than she expected.

Just as he was about to pick it up and take a look, he heard Xia Yingfan ask:
"you made it yourself?"

Hua Xian knew what she meant and said yes for sure.

This was also the reason why she didn't want to take out the paper in front of so many classmates.

It will definitely arouse a lot of doubts.

Then she can't even think about having a good class today.

It's annoying.

Xia Yingfan said with a complex expression:
"This is last year's high school entrance examination paper. There are some contents we haven't learned yet."

Fancy: "???"

So what do you mean by handing out the paper?
As a result, she spent all night last night studying mathematics for three years of junior high school.

She thought Zhou Lingling really didn't know anything.

Xia Yingfan said:

"I just want to hurt your self-confidence. The last monthly exam paper was easy."

Fancy: "."

Who can tell her whether all teachers like this.

She doesn't study well, don't lie to her.

Xia Yingfan held her back and refused to let her go. He took out a few more sets of papers from the drawer and said:
"You do these sets. If you can get 120 points, I'll treat you to spicy strips."

Hua Xian knew that she didn't really want to treat her to spicy strips, but he just didn't believe her and put it in a nicer way.

This teacher is also quite interesting.

So Hua Xian spent half an afternoon doing math problems in the office.

She only finished one and a half sets until school ended in the afternoon, so Xia Yingfan asked her to do it again tomorrow during recess or sub-class time.

The person who came to take Hua Xian home today was not Zhou's father, but his secretary.

Zhou Lingling called him Uncle Chen.

Hua Xian followed suit and shouted.

Xiao Chen looks about 30 years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and looks very serious.

Hua Xian asked him to park the car at a nearby supermarket and said she wanted to buy something.

She had to buy some food for Xuan Hong.

I've kept it closed for the past two days, and just let it out this morning to play on its own. It's time to go home now.

There is special food to eat in the bookstore world, and it only needs to be fed once every two or three days.

The world of novels is not so good. If you eat meat, you must feed it every day, otherwise it will wilt.

Fancy strolled around the fresh food area and bought three kilograms of raw chicken for 38 yuan.

She didn't dare to buy too much because she had no place to put it and no money.

Father Zhou gave her pocket money on a monthly basis, and the way he gave it was a little different and very particular.

The 300 yuan is for the first month. It depends on how much she spent the 300 yuan in the second month. The remaining amount x2 is her pocket money for the next month.

Another payment will be given at the end of half a year and at the end of the year based on the remaining 20% ​​accumulated each month.

Dad Zhou is cultivating her concept of managing money and saving money.

This had a huge impact on Hua Xian's temperament of spending as much as she wanted since childhood.

　Well, I was brushed down again, down one, steadily. It turns out that I am really not good at it. I am very grateful to my editor for never giving up on me, down one again and again, and recommended PK to me again and again, although every PK It makes me realize how hot-headed I am again, take a bow.At the same time, I would also like to thank the little fairies who do not find this book too spicy, thank you all for your continued subscription and support, and bow again.

　　


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