After transmigrating into the cultivation world, the school topper was reborn - chapter 82

Soon, teacher Chen, came to the class and knocked on the podium. She said to some of the students who were still talking, “You should have had fun after three days of vacation, and should be relieved when you come back.”

The students in Class 16 weren’t very afraid of Teacher Chen, and when they heard the words, one of them joked and said, “I didn’t play at all, I didn’t have time to play. Teacher Ke arranged three papers, we had a lot of homework, English, physics, chemistry, politics and history, we can’t finish our homework, how can we have time to play?”

“Yes, yes, Ms. Chen, you go back and let Mr. Ke kneel on the keyboard!”

“Kneel on the keyboard and type for ten minutes!”

Teacher Chen hurriedly raised her hands and pretended to beat them in a pretense manner. She wanted to beat them. The naughty students hurriedly begged for mercy. Teacher Chen only let them go and returned to the podium and said, “I will take you to him to tell him about kneeling on the keyboard. “

The naughty students shuddered with fright.

They dared to joke with Ms. Chen, but they dared not to joke with Mr. Ke. Mr. Ke had a face that couldn’t take a joke!

Because of the monthly exam, Teacher Chen managed them more stringently for the next period of time, and the study atmosphere in the class was also more tense. Like the assignments assigned to them before, they were quickly collected and corrected, and then they were given test papers.

To be honest, the teachers didn’t like to check the homework test papers of class 16, because they all knew that they were copied, and it was a waste of their time.

So they took out the papers of He Ya and Zhao Zhurun ​​separately and then sorted them.

They copied from He Ya or Zhao Zhurun

Except for some students who were serious in class in the past, they were copied from the two.

But this time, when the teachers sorted the papers, they found completely different types of papers from He Ya and Zhao Zhurun. Although they were all right, the wrong answers were completely different.

The physics teacher carefully compared them with other more serious students.

The papers basically came from those Shā mǎ tè who usually didn’t listen to class and only slept.

He Ya and Zhao Zhurun, a study committee member and a class monitor, were already considered the two best performers in class 16. The students didn’t copy from them, but from others?

He turned over the papers of students with relatively good grades in class 16, and found no one. Suddenly, when he saw Su Xingchen, he pulled out Su Xingchen’s paper. The answers were exactly the same, but the words were better.

The teacher sneered, “Is it possible to copy from her?”

A group of Shā mǎ tè copied homework from another Shā mǎ tè. The teacher thought it was very funny.

He also deliberately approved Su Xingchen’s paper, and found that the accuracy rate was quite high. Anyway, as long as it was written, it was basically correct, and the final score was a little higher than He Ya and Zhao Zhurun.

“I don’t know if it was copied or written by her,” the physics teacher said to himself.

Not only the physics teacher, but also teachers of other subjects had also revised Su Xingchen’s assignments, and naturally noticed that the answers were the same assignments as the Shā mǎ tè.

Because they weren’t sure whether Su Xingchen’s homework was written by her or she copied it, teachers called Su Xingchen to answer questions on the blackboard in class.

First the physics teacher, then the chemistry teacher, then the history teacher, the politics teacher … Even the English teacher paid special attention to her a little bit.

The teachers first wanted to know whether her homework was written by her or not. After several times, they found that the little girl had answered correctly, and they were particularly surprised.

When there was any need for interaction, they would always look at her.

They used to look at He Ya and Zhao Zhurun.

After all, the teachers were also afraid to sing praises.

Why didn’t these teachers like Class 16?

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