He gave Jiang Mo a puzzled look, and the latter silently replied to him: "Nine Chapters Arithmetic".
Luo Nanqiu: "???"
In the end, Luo Rong, the lazy classmate who forgot to clean the blackboard, took the initiative to stand up and help him out. "Teacher Zhou, isn't that the" Nine Chapters Arithmetic "written by Mr. Que in the last class?"
Zhou Wenjun: "..."
You kid will dismantle!
Luo Nanqiu: "..."
"Nine Chapters Arithmetic".
This is real clothes.
The whole class couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.
Not laughing at Luo Nanqiu, but simply feeling that Lao Zhou's furious look of "biting" people was inexplicably funny.
Sure enough, the jokes contained in the middle-aged man of menopause are endless.
I don't know why the laughs of the two bosses in the class are so high, but they can still remain expressionless.
Fortunately, Old Zhou didn't insist on not letting Luo Nanqiu go down the steps. He waved his hand and said weakly, "Sit down."
Luo Nanqiu sat down as he said.
Lao Zhou carried the "Complete Interpretation of High School Composition" and pondered it for a while, but after all, he couldn't hold back and said, "Luo Nanqiu, can you restrain yourself a little in the future? Does the teacher not want to lose face? And as the first in the grade, you have to bring a good example to other classmates. Do you know how many classmates regard you as an idol? Look at your deskmate again, how correct your learning attitude is, you have to correct your learning attitude like him, can't..."
Class A classmates collectively look at the sky: It's over, it's started again.
Lao Zhou talked for ten minutes from the individual to the entire group of Class A, and the impromptu class meeting was over.
It wasn't until Lao Zhou returned to the office after class that Luo Nanqiu suddenly remembered something. After thinking for a while, he asked Jiang Mo, "Was my first grade in the last monthly exam?"
Jiang Mo was reading a short passage in English, and when he heard the words, he gave a perfunctory "um" as a response.
"Wasn't you the first in the grade last time?"
Jiang Mo still refused to move his eyes away from the essay, and said lightly, "Tie-by-tie. Didn't you read the score sheet last time?"
"They snatched it away and took it to the exhibition as soon as it was issued, but they didn't watch it." Luo Nanqiu grabbed a signature pen casually, "Next time, you should take the first place in the test, and I will strive for the second place."
"Why?" Jiang Mo finally shifted his attention to him, and he continued to circle the key words in the passage with a black pen.
Then, he suddenly heard the man say the most unserious nonsense in the most serious tone: "The first place in the exam should be a role model for others. I think I would rather sleep in class than this."
Jiang Mo: "..."
"You can go to Old Zhou and say it." Jiang Mo put down the pen, looked at him expressionlessly, and took out the pen he was holding, "Also, this is my pen."
Luo Nanqiu reached out and fished the pen back: "Your pen is easy, borrow it."
"Old Zhou would probably be furious if he knew about your unique self-motivation." Jiang Mo let him play with the pen again, and then thought about it and said a fair word.
"I flatter you." Luo classmate accepted the'compliment 'with a shy face.
Jiang Mo raised his forehead, and said in his heart, I didn't praise you again, it's a fart award.
"Hey, Brother Jiang, Brother Qiu, are you two going out to play together on National Day? Most of the people in our class said yes." Luo Rong ran over excitedly and asked.
"National Day?" Luo Nanqiu turned the pen, "When?"
Luo Rong thought he was asking for the specific time: "Ah, the specific time has not yet been determined, it should be the third or fourth day of the holiday, and we will take five days off. I heard that the monthly vacation is still taken together with the Mid-Autumn Festival, too miserable..."
Luo Nanqiu: "... I asked you when you are on vacation."
"Oh, oh, this," Luo Rong scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'll be on vacation in three days. How about it, are you going? How about you, Brother Jiang?"
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