The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi didn't know or care about her reputation, so she asked that customer to meet.

To a certain extent, Su Nanzhi is a person with a good sense of service, and it is only natural to collect money for work, so she asked in advance, the rich man who hired her, which class his son is in.

What is a little strange is that the customer who kept the instant reply disappeared for a while before replying to her:

【No. 1 High School Mathematics Competition Class】

Su Nanzhi: "..."

The competition class should not be regarded as someone's class, and as far as she knew, most of the people in it were classmates in the class, and a few were students with high scores in mathematics selected from other classes.

Such a coincidence?

But she didn't find any unlucky little guy in the class who could run into ghosts every day.

But since that's the case, Su Nanzhi still decided to go and meet that little hapless bastard whose parents were so worried about her.

Then an uninvited guest ushered in Mr. Jiang's class.

The seat in the class was just right, but because Ruan Yingying came in two days ago, she also prepared Su Nanzhi's table and chairs very lovingly.

Su Nanzhi just went in with an unused notebook, and met the gazes of the remaining dozen or so classmates by the way.

Ruan Cherry pushed her notebook over, "Zhizhi, these are my notes, do you want to read them?"

Su Nanzhi looked at the round and lovely handwriting on the notes, which was as lovely as their owner, and paused, "Okay, thank you."

Ruan Cherry bent her eyes.

Su Nanzhi likes good-looking people. Of course, her deskmate is a cute little girl with baby fat that hasn't completely faded from her face.

In Su Nanzhi's view, she will become a beautiful little girl in the future.

In fact, as long as Su Nanzhi is willing, she can even know when her tablemate will bloom in the future, and when will she meet her true destiny.

But Su Nanzhi's fortune-telling is quite expensive.

"Zhizhi, are you going to take Teacher Jiang's class?" asked the deskmate who loves to learn, and by the way, gave Teacher Jiang a wave, "Mr. Jiang's lectures are really good. I didn't understand such difficult questions before." , I feel like I can draw inferences from one instance when he said that."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

This eloquence is good for sales promotion in the future.

It's like the leafleter who tricks the parents of children into remedial classes.

Su Nanzhi glanced at everyone in the class, and there were indeed empty tables.

Just one.

According to Du Zijin's popular science, Su Nanzhi probably guessed whose desk it was.

Kaoshen of their grade, surnamed An, known as Anshen, has been dragged away by the national team for a long time, and he doesn't know when he will be returned to the big baby of the school.

From Du Zijin's nympho and loving eyes, Su Nanzhi can probably infer that Anshen is a beautiful but slightly fragile porcelain doll.

But that didn't stop everyone from admiring his brains.

But apart from the empty table, Su Nanzhi didn't even find any classmates who showed even the slightest sign of being haunted by ghosts.

She even saw a boy with a white light on his body-that is the white light that kind people will have.

But it was too dazzling, Su Nanzhi closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, and the white light also disappeared from her sight.

The class bell rang.

The handsome young man came in with his lesson plans, stood on the podium, saw that there was another student in the classroom, and twitched the corner of his mouth happily.