After the first get out of class, in the classroom of Class 1, there were many people who had breakfast, those who were rushing to do homework, and those who were lying on the table to make up for sleep.

"Xiaoxiao, please help me get my homework done, my stomach hurts!"

The person who said this was Zhu Peiqi, the heroine of the school confession incident some time ago. As a representative of mathematics in Class 1 of Senior High School, Zhu Peiqi sent and received math homework every day.

But by chance, her relatives came to visit today and could only lie on the table and beg for Zhou Xiaoxiao, who is usually the last to hand in his homework.

Zhou Xiaoxiao just used the morning English class to finish math homework. As soon as she finished it, she handed over the homework to Zhu Peiqi as soon as she finished it. Unexpectedly, it was inconvenient to meet Zhu Peiqi.

As a young and promising classmate Zhou Xiaoxiao, who loves kissing herself in the mirror, naturally took on this errand job that she was not very happy to do without any worries.

Who made her receive too much favors? Zhou Xiaoxiao would do her homework every time she came back on the weekend, which became her daily routine.

So Zhou Xiaoxiao has developed a good social skills. The representatives of all subjects in the class, including the class leader Gong Nana, have a good relationship with her, which has encouraged her to be the last to hand in her homework.

Zhu Peiqi has been handing over homework many times when Zhou Xiaoxiao finished her homework. Although the teacher has already passed the time required by the teacher, the teacher is often not so petty. Zhou Xiaoxiao has received so many times, and this time she can't refuse anything she says.

Zhou Xiaoxiao walked on the school road with a stack of papers in her arms, which were their weekend math homework. She was actually quite reluctant to go because Su Chen’s office was not in the office of the senior high school teacher. Su Chen occasionally stayed in the office of the Sports Department or the sports field, and in most cases she was in the library.

The library is a bit far from the teaching building No. 1, which is why Zhou Xiaoxiao is not so willing.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's mind is now full of the weekend game, not Su Chen's game, but her own Black Rose account, and her Bronze 1 account, failed to advance the silver promotion match.

She has received news that next season, the Black Iron Ranking will be updated, and the Black Iron Ranking will be under bronze, which makes her very anxious. She hides her points and does not play the high point, so she may be positioned as Black Iron next season.

When others ask themselves what level they are, Zhou Xiaoxiao is embarrassed to say.

But there was nothing she could do. She could play games every week during the holidays and study at school the rest of her time, and she had no time to get points.

While she was thinking about it, Zhou Xiaoxiao also took the papers to the library, and then she saw the head teacher (Wang Wenyun) and the math teacher sitting in front of the library's service desk.

Su Chen was drinking a bottle of unknown liquid. Because Su Chen was holding it in her hand, she couldn't tell what Su Chen was drinking, and the head teacher was lying on the table and writing.

"Teacher, I'll help Peggy hand in the homework!" Zhou Xiaoxiao stretched out a stack of papers in front of Su Chen and said.

Su Chen was thinking about finishing the milk quickly and continuing to exchange in-depth exchanges with Brother Yun to his cultivation and attainments in literature, but was shocked by Zhou Xiaoxiao's sudden voice.

"Burch—" Su Chen burped, and then a white milk bubble emerged from Su Chen's mouth.

"Huh~" Zhou Xiaoxiao was shocked by Su Chen's sudden milk bubble, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her own hands.

Su Chen was also stunned. Did he just vomit a milk bubble?

After a long time, Zhou Xiaoxiao said incredibly: "Teacher, are you drinking laundry detergent?"

"Puchi!" Wang Wenyun, who was writing an article, was also amused by the pistachio in her class.

"What nonsense? This is milk! What's wrong with Zhu Peiqi?" Su Chen took the stack of math papers in Zhou Xiaoxiao's hand, and then asked about his math representative.

"It's not laundry detergent, is it?" Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at Su Chen suspiciously. She still felt that she shouldn't have bubbles when drinking milk.

"Page was uncomfortable, so I came for her. If it's okay, I'll go back to class!" Zhou Xiaoxiao explained.

"Oh, okay, go back!" Su Chen didn't think much about it. If the student feels very uncomfortable, he will definitely take leave and will not remember to hand in his homework. If he feels a little uncomfortable, he still knows to ask his classmates to help him, which means there is no big problem.

After Zhou Xiaoxiao left, Su Chen asked Wang Wenyun curiously: "Brother Yun, why do you need to write by hand? Can't you write well with a computer?" Now everyone advocates paperless office work. Not only has Wang Wenyun not moved towards modernization, but she also uses paper and pen to write articles, which seems a bit out of date.

"I have been reading for so many years, and I have been writing for so many years. I have practiced such good calligraphy. If I don't write it, wouldn't you feel a pity?" After being interrupted by Zhou Xiaoxiao, Wang Wenyun had no idea, so she simply answered Su Chen's question.

"I don't think so, I think it's good to type a computer." Su Chen wrote the most numbers, and then drawing pictures, so he has no requirements for the text, just be able to understand it.

"Okay, let me take back what I just said, "Dream" magazine only contains manuscripts. The editor said that the words are like the person. You can judge a person by the words of a person, and you can also judge the mood of a person when writing an article by handwriting. Therefore, Dream Magazine has been collecting manuscripts over the years." Wang Wenyun himself is a Chinese teacher and is not rejected by writing.

She would even be happy to study calligraphy, so she also agreed with the practice of "Dream" magazine. Although the works published in the end were all computer text, they would always collect the manuscripts when they received the manuscripts. It is also a glory to be recognized by others.

"So wasted? Isn't this a waste of national resources? It's obviously something that can be done with an email, but it has to be so complicated. No, I have to blow up his window..." Su Chen said, and suddenly felt that he was right to blow up his window.

"What did you say? Whose window is blown up?" Wang Wenyun didn't know what Su Chen meant by blowing up the window?

"Oh, nothing. I think they will soon keep up with the pace of the times and start collecting electronic manuscripts." Su Chen naturally would not tell the truth, but this manuscript was indeed not very good. Su Chen still found a way to change the "Dream" magazine to an electronic manuscript. The electronic manuscript is easy to preserve, and it is convenient to receive and review manuscripts, and it is not necessary to use email. It is so convenient.

"Oh, by the way, will you leave?" Wang Wenyun suddenly remembered that after returning home last night, her sister Lin Wenxin told herself that she had succeeded in the interview and that after the Shark Championship was over, she was about to go to work.

From Lin Wenxin, I learned that MHT Club seems to invite Su Chen to play professionally, so Wang Wenyun asked this now.

"Leave? Where to go? Do you want me to drive me away? The senior high school office doesn't want me, I don't like the Sports Department office, and you don't let me stay in the library?" Su Chen didn't understand what he meant, and thought Wang Wenyun was going to drive him away.

"Hey, you! Forget it, I'm not talking about this. You will stay here for as long as you like. I won't rush you!" Wang Wenyun found that she couldn't understand Su Chen, so she couldn't ask about her privacy directly, so she simply skipped the topic.
Chapter completed!