The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

The teacher was in the classroom, holding a textbook and lecturing.

In the afternoon, under the scorching sun, Xia Ling stood in front of the door, enduring the scorching sun behind her, as if she had been forgotten.

Ding! Ding!

The bell rang at this time.

As the bell rang, a tall figure suddenly passed by Xia Ling's side.

His back was indifferent as he walked in front of Xia Ling.

He did not shout a report, did not say a word, and even walked straight into the classroom. He sat in the second-to-last row of empty seats, put down his bag, and lay down to sleep.

At this moment, the teacher did not seem to see his arrogant behavior in the entire classroom. The students also seemed not to have seen the air. They did not even lift their eyelids and just let him in.

So, there was actually no need to call for a report, and there was no need to call for a teacher, right?

He had probably grasped some of the situation.

Xia Ling lifted her bag onto her shoulder and naturally entered the classroom.

She walked along the corridor and scanned the classroom. She saw an empty seat in the first-to-last row behind the boy just now.

This was the only empty seat in the class. Of course, it was the original owner's seat.

She walked over and sat in her seat. She was not as arrogant as the boy. Xia Ling opened her bag and took out her Chinese textbook.

However, just as she sat down, a woman came over from the podium angrily and slapped Xia Ling's desk.

"Su Xia! Stand up!"

On the desk, Xia Ling's Chinese textbook had not been opened yet.

The surrounding students looked over with pity and a complicated look.

Just stand there. No one knew what kind of character she possessed this time.

Xia Ling stood up.

Then she looked at the woman.

Oh, it was the language teacher.

The woman was wearing a floral dress. She was not tall, but short and fat. Her skin was quite white, like a stocky bucket.

Her hair was dyed yellow, and the roots were completely black. It was obvious that she did not take care of it properly and tied her hair into a low ponytail with a rubber band.

"Su Xia!" The teacher's angry voice sounded again.

"You still dare to look at me? You don't know how to repent at all, do you? The teacher is such a big person. Standing in front of you, do you think I'm a dead person? Without even making a sound, you directly came in through the door!"

"I heard that you were kicked out of No. 3 High School because you were so disobedient in your previous school. You got into a fight! Why? Why don't you change your temper when you're in No. 1 High School? Do you think that the teachers in No. 1 High School are as easy to bully as the teachers in No. 3 High School?"

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"Yeah, I heard that Su Xia was a problematic figure in No. 3 High School. The teachers didn't want to care about her and said that she was a problematic girl."

"I heard that she went in last semester, didn't she? Her family spent money to get her out. If teacher Li dares to go against her, aren't you afraid that she'll take revenge later?"

The students' discussion also quietly started.

Originally, when the teacher was angry, Xia Ling didn't know what kind of character the original owner that she possessed was.

But now, it sounded as if she was a formidable figure in the first place?

"Teacher." Xia Ling raised her voice.

The young girl's voice had a little bit of a low-key feeling. It was full of aura and also very pleasant to the ears.

When teacher Li suddenly heard the young girl's voice, he was stunned. He didn't expect that the young girl in front of him, whose half-long hair covered half of her face, would have such a unique voice.

"We are both students, but he walked in before me. In fact, he is still sleeping right under my nose. Why are you only talking about me and not him?"

The young lady's fair chin naturally flicked at the boy lying in front of her.

This obvious direction made it impossible for the teacher to turn a blind eye to it.