His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 20

After such a tossing, the first class was so wasted, the rest of the classes were physics classes, and she went to the big classroom, but she didn't go back to the classroom.

In the past month, due to the trip of some physics teachers in senior three, there were only three teachers left in the whole grade, so three classes were arranged to have a big class at the same time.

Before she reached the door of the classroom, someone called to her from behind.

A girl with glasses ran towards her with a stack of homework books. She was the study committee member of the class.

"Qian Mi, where's your math homework?"

Tang Qianmiao walked unhurriedly without looking back: "I didn't write."

"Ah? You don't write it." Learning grievance pulled his face, and said again: "Mr. Yan is very strict. You said it without paying her last time. This is your last chance. In the next class, you will have a hard time."

"Where is the bathroom?" Tang Qianmi suddenly asked.

The study committee was stunned for a second, then pointed in a direction, "Well, over there."

"Thank you." Tang Qianmi walked to the bathroom.

Before taking a few steps, I felt someone following behind me.

She glanced, "Why are you following me?"

"The stairs over there are connected to the wind chasing class. Basically, the wind chasing class is mostly male. They are very informal. If you walk alone, it will be bad if you meet them."

Tang Qianmi stopped and looked back at her quietly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "So, you want to protect me?"

The school committee looked at her calm and bright eyes, and suddenly blushed inexplicably.

Tang Qianmi is obviously a girl, but in his eyes, there is a kind of dashing and handsome that only boys can have.

"I, I didn't mean that..." The academic committee lowered his head and explained.

Before he finished speaking, a joking whistle came from afar.

The Academic Committee turned his head to look, his face turned even redder instantly, and his face was anxious, "Qian Miao, let's go quickly, they are here!"

Not far away, about seven or eight boys came together. Several people almost filled the aisle. The leading boy unbuttoned the collar of his school uniform, exposing his malnourished chest.

As they approached, the school committee had already hid behind Tang Qianmiao with a face as red as a ripe persimmon.

The boy with the bare chest stared at Tang Qianmiao with a slightly wretched smile, "Transfer student, I heard that you had a fight with Lu Wanyu just now? Can you fight, can't fight, I'll help you, as long as you promise to be me... ...Hey! Hey I'm talking, stop! Stop!"

Seeing that Tang Qianmiao didn't even give him a straight look, he walked forward unhurriedly, and the boy was instantly irritable.

The rest of the boys laughed in a very unkind voice, and only one neatly dressed boy frowned.

"Brother Zheng, your flirting skills have encountered Waterloo, and it's over."

"To shut up!"

Xu Youzheng glanced at those people, then turned to the boy next to him and said, "Brother An, Tang Qianmiao is pretty, I'm not mistaken."

Shi Chengan looked indifferent, "It's normal."

He stepped forward.

Xu Youzheng's face is stunned, is that normal?

Someone reminded him in his ear: "Brother, you forgot, in addition to being interested in Feng Chuchu, brother An, which girl have you seen him take a second look at?"

"That's right, Feng Chuchu is still in the key class. Apart from being good-looking, this transfer student is very mediocre and has no charm. Just having a face will make you tired after looking at it for a long time. We have to pursue inner beauty."

Xu Youzheng was still confused and did not understand.

A group of people talked and then entered the large classroom.

Shi Chengan walked a few steps faster than them, and was already seated next to a girl.

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