Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Being in charge of the Qin family for more than ten years in the previous life, she is also considered a powerful woman in the market. Qin Qing naturally knows how to grasp the rhythm at the negotiating table, and then win the enemy in one fell swoop.

  In any environment, there are upper and lower levels, and leadership belongs to. In the small society of the school, no matter how tough the students are, they still have to be regulated by teachers and school rules.

  So the two sides head-to-head, nine out of ten unlucky students are students.

  Qin Qing knows the truth deeply, and will not bow her head to admit her mistakes for no reason.

  When several teachers realized that they had misjudged the truth of the incident and lost their dominance in a panic, she took advantage of the situation and hit a straight ball.

   "Since the teachers feel that the results are a benchmark for a person's conduct, then in this final exam, our 7th class will also get a score comparable to that of the 3rd class, which is considered a crime."

  The light statement statement did not mean anything to discuss. The juvenile made a promise as it should, intending to offset the vicious incident of bloodshed caused by the out-of-school fighting.

   "How can this work, Zhou Ming's parents will not agree." The director has been completely biased in his thinking, subconsciously thinking about the feasibility of the conditions, and wrinkling his face into a bitter melon look.

"How could it be?" Qin Qing was in a plain white school uniform, her thin pink lips curled up with a close smile, and softly bewitched, "I don't think the parents of classmate Zhou Ming would want to see the false and ugly side of her son. If you make it public, please tell them, as long as they stop, the students in our 7th class will be tight-lipped."

  If not, the so-called Three Good Student Award will be taken off Zhou Ming’s face by our 7th class.

  This overtone is obviously the key point, and the threat in it is whispered softly through this leisurely and beautiful voice, which makes people sweat in the summer.

The instructor took a step back unconsciously, raised his eyes and looked at the spring breeze of the young man in front of him. After a few laps in his throat, he nodded in a ghostly manner, "Uh, uh, but... you have to make sure that you have the final exam. The average score can be improved."

  This is the biggest concession he can make.

  In this regard, Qin Qing attached a friendly smiling face, and bowed her head in a very pure and decent manner, and said warmly: "Teachers are bothering me. I will take the class 7 students back and try to get a good result in the exam."

   "Uh, uh..." The director later realized that he had agreed, and watched the queue walk away quietly. Then he realized that he had been reprimanded for a long time and finally, except for the smoke from his throat, he had not even given a substantive punishment.

  The water that can be said to be poured out, it is too late to think about regretting it again.

  Damn it, I blamed the young man's face for being too deceptive, and a few words actually went around.

  The chaotic circle in the world is not only the dean of teaching, but the group of people in Class 7 who were led back is also in a cloud of mist. It was only when the heat of returning to the class was blown away by the fan that it reacted at this moment.

   "Fuck, Niu X, it's worthy of our class's learning to carry the handle, so he swaggered to bring us back."

   "I'll go, that's right, we were not repaired badly, I thought I was dreaming, Song Shen deserves to be Song Shen."

   "Giant Niu, just now the director was completely led by the nose of Song Shen, and he didn't remember a single pass. He walked away all over, and I felt windy when I walked."

  ...

Everyone expressed their unconscious admiration for Qin Qing like a surging river in Mianyang. For the first time, they left in front of the teacher with confidence. The refreshing taste immediately diminished the aggrieved insults, and the class was laughing and joking again. .

  Qin Qing was also relaxed by the atmosphere, with an elegant smile on the corner of her mouth and said casually: "I'm just telling the truth."

  Zhou Ming’s behavior is full of loopholes. Just magnify one of them and it’s enough to crush the spine of this three-good student. The Zhou family’s parents wanted to come from the same way, and it was not difficult to deal with.

  But everyone can see that these simple mere words can contain university questions, and not everyone can learn it.

  It's just a moment of joy, but Luo Dashao frowned without saying a word. After a long while, he couldn't help knocking on the next desktop, "Aye."

Um? Qin Qing looked up from the book.

Luo Dashao's expression became more and more tangled. After holding back for a while, he finally asked, "I know that you have good grades, and you can get high scores in the exams for serious study, but it is not realistic to raise the class average with your own strength. "

  As soon as the voice fell, the classmate who was still changing the face of the performance director froze in place, and the whole class shook their necks together, only then did they remember the conditions that the teenager had just made.

  Qin Qing glanced at the audience silently, raised her eyebrows, and smiled like a spring breeze on her face, "This idea is really unrealistic."

  It's another eight-tooth fake smile of this standard!

  Everyone in Class 7 gave a chuckle, and suddenly there was an unknown premonition.

  In the next second, I saw Qin Qing lift up the exercise book in her hand, and said leisurely: "So I'm setting up key tutorials for you."

  Draw the key points! Tuition? !

  "No!" The last second of joy and excitement has completely turned into wailing all over the field. There are people who want to crawl back to memorize it and are unwilling to learn knowledge points from the smelly and long textbook.

  But who is Qin Qing? Even the dean can play around, let alone this group of scumbags with limited IQ.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you fail the exam. Anyway, I just said to do my best, and I didn't guarantee that it would be more than three classes. But..." the boy's voice paused, and the prolonged ending sound was like a hook drawn in his heart. A long stroke, and then added meaningfully: "If the words have been released, if they fail the test, I am afraid that I will never be able to raise my head in front of Class 3, and I will have to take a detour when I meet."

What? !

   There was a slap, and someone shot up and said excitedly: "Why do you take a detour, do it, I'm fighting the third class."

"Yes." Then the second man stood up, with a tenacious look that his self-esteem could not be trampled on, "Which one of us in Class 7 is walking sideways in Yanhua? What are the grandsons of Class 3, I will squash with them to the end. "

   "Count me, never admit defeat, it's not just an average score, my mother crushes them every minute."

  ...

  Finally, the whole class rebelled, and the scene was particularly spectacular. Everyone had high morale on their faces and regarded death as home.

  Luo Zihang saw this, and had to silently swallow his worries into his stomach, tugging the corners of his mouth under the table, and rushing to the next door secretly giving a thumbs up.

  Take it, take it.

As a result, in the next semester of life with only one month left, the seven classes collectively switched from the Internet cafes to the dark morning in the classroom, each hanging on the beam and piercing the stock, working hard, and the degree of diligence made the teacher who entered the door suspect that he had gone wrong several times. Class.