The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi, a person who does not follow the usual path, is also a person who makes Jiang Beiyu feel his identity is a mystery.

The Jiang family naturally checked her background. The young lady raised by the Su family is not outstanding, and even suffers from heart disease. She is almost the kind of cannon fodder who can't live for a few years.

The Su family picked her up for the sake of marrying multiple candidates in the future, but once they got her back, they discussed giving up the third lady's fiancé to the second lady, which is a typical bad habit of a wealthy family.

This year is still doing this.

It was only then that Jiang Beiyu remembered that Zhao Qingheng, the monitor of his competition class, was the young master of the Zhao family.

You were so active this morning to give exercises to your classmates, tsk, after all, didn’t you just call off the engagement?

Is this how the boy's feelings come and go without a trace?

Jiang Beiyu suddenly laughed at the thought.

Su Nanzhi, it's quite interesting.

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September is not easy for senior high school dogs, especially those who have to compete. The daily routine is simply (tong) fast (bu) roaming (yu) swimming (sheng) in a sea of ​​​​perverted questions.

What's more, Jiang Beiyu is a teacher who is keen on asking all kinds of perverted questions.

Some students who participated in the previous competition almost cried and lamented:

"Teacher Jiang, he, he is even scarier than the teacher who gave the competition questions!!"

"After the third year of high school, I will never do competition questions again!!!"

"Why is Teacher Jiang like this? How can someone have the face of an angel, the figure of a devil and the heart of a witch?"

"..."

The students in the mathematics competition class are struggling, and the students in the physics competition class next to them: No way, no, someone has such exaggerated acting skills? Did the students in their physics competition class speak? !

Brothers and sisters who participated in the mathematics competition class and the physics competition class at the same time: don't say anything, please leave a good memory for each other.

Su Nanzhi wandered away from these weeping brothers and sisters, and her eyes and thoughts began to feel empty—she had slept less than 15 hours a day on average for three consecutive days.

Jiang Beiyu said that it is suitable for her to do more questions, and then gave one set of questions after another.

Su Nanzhi had no choice but to use the class time to brush up on the questions.

This section is music class.

Yes, music lessons.

I don’t know when it happened. There were too many courses and too much homework in No. 1 Middle School and the students were under too much pressure. They were complained to the Education Bureau. Since then, the school has arranged music lessons every two weeks for senior three.

The existence of this class is unbelievable enough, and what is even more unbelievable is that, in the first class of science, this class is taught by the head teacher, that is, Lin Wencheng, who is over forty and is marching towards fifty.

The music class was set up only two weeks after the start of school. Today was the first class. The music teacher everyone was looking forward to did not show up, but Lao Lin showed up instead.

"Mr. Lin, why is it you? You have gone to the wrong place. This is a music class. Where is the music teacher?" The active boy was the first to chase Lao Lin away, and he also asked the music teacher who never forgets.

music teacher?

Old Lin smiled.

"It's a music class, that's right," Lin Wencheng slowly walked up to the podium, "But the school didn't say to assign you a music teacher."

"?"

This sounds like a play on words?

"What kind of music class do you have without a music teacher?"

"That's right," Lao Lin smiled more kindly, "Let me introduce myself, my surname is Lin, and I'm your new music teacher."