The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

Jiang Siqi suddenly said: "Should we go in and say hello to the teacher?"

Jiang Chaan shook his head.

 Jiang Siqi sniffed the air: "There is a strange smell..."

 “Do you smell it?”

"No."

 Jiang Chaan: “I am weak and sickly.”

 Jiang Chaan: “I have a cold.”

 Jiang Chaan: “I have a stuffy nose.”

Jiang Siqi was speechless, licked her lips, and stared in the direction of the office to leave.

 Jiang Chaan did smell something, and only a fool would say it.

They walked into the classroom. The teachers' desks and chairs were neatly arranged, and the students were sitting in their seats. The atmosphere was noisy and chatting. It looked no different from an ordinary high school.

 “Here, here!” A girl waved to them excitedly.

 Jiang Chaan remembered that this was his roommate, Rao Yining.

 As for the other roommate, in the current background of the story, he has dropped out of school.

 Jiang Chaan frowned, was he planning to force a player in?

“Good morning.” Jiang Chaan walked over and sat at the table behind Rao Yining.

Rao Yining turned around and leaned on the table to talk to them: "Why did you come out so late today? You were only one minute late. I didn't even reply to my message. I was scared to death."

“When did you come out?” Jiang Chaan looked at the class schedule on the blackboard.

 The first period is math class.

She took out her math book and math notes and placed them in the upper left corner of the desk. In the upper right corner of the desk was her name tag, which was placed uniformly in the whole classroom. It was a small triangular bracket with her name on it, so that the guest teacher could click on the students to answer questions.

"I came out at about five o'clock in the morning." Rao Yining said proudly, "I and several other friends in the dormitory, we went to the morning market behind the school to buy some food, and then came directly to teach. I'm afraid I didn’t have time to rush, so I didn’t put on the quilt or anything in the morning. Did you see the message I sent, did you help me put it on?”

“Huh?” Jiang Chaan said softly, “But I got up very late and didn’t see your WeChat message.”

Rao Yining paused and looked at Jiang Siqi.

The atmosphere felt eerily quiet for a certain second.

Jiang Siqi spread her hands: "What do you think I'm doing? I fold my own quilt. How can anyone help you fold it all day long?"

"So you didn't help me fold it?" Rao Yining's tone became colder.

"I'm sorry Ning Ning, I didn't see it, and you know I do things very slowly. Don't be angry. Can I treat you to some candy?" Jiang Chaan took out a yogurt-flavored lollipop from his pocket and put it on Rao Yining's palm.

Rao Yining looked much better after accepting the candy. She stared at Jiang Siqi and said, "Then you can fold it for me next time."

Jiang Siqi remained in a stalemate for two seconds and said impatiently: "Okay, okay! I'll do it for you next time! How stingy!"

Rao Yining curled her lips and was satisfied after getting the answer. She didn't care about folding the quilt. It didn't matter if she didn't fold the quilt for a day. She thought that the dormitory aunt might not find out. Besides, the bed check only started at six o'clock in the evening. She could do it. Wait until school is over before going back to fold the quilt.

 The first period was a normal class. After class, Jiang Chaan received a WeChat message from the teacher, asking her to go to the office and tell her something.

Jiang Chaan read the message but didn't reply. He walked slowly to the office and knocked on the door.

　　　It is still a little open and not tightly closed. When the door is pushed, it goes in, and it is loose.

 Who is waiting for.

One of the teachers with his back to Jiang Chaan—