She returned to the classroom and flirted with boredom for a while. She had nothing to do, so she simply took out a set of Huanggang secret scrolls from the drawer to start working.

As she was doing it, several people came over from behind. She raised her head and saw the leader Yan Zhiyang and Guo Zhi and others with a look of emotion: "Brother Nan, I have made you wronged for us."

They knew Qiao Nan's personality too well. This man was so proud that he could never take the initiative to defend his innocence with someone who didn't believe in him. Before the school asked him to find out about the situation, he ignored him and might have been completely let go of the punishment. So if the head teacher of Class 1 had not had to make things difficult for Lao Mo and other classmates in Class 9, he would definitely not have come forward to express himself.

Looking at the proud boss in his eyes, pouring tea and water to carry stools for a group of school leaders in the office, Yan Zhiyang and others strangely felt that their image collapsed. On the contrary, the image of this figure in their hearts became even taller, so tall that they felt sorry for themselves.

But perhaps they were moved too much. At this moment, they didn’t know what they should say to each other. For the first time, they hated themselves for not studying hard, which led to such a lack of vocabulary.

Worried? No? Mu Yaoyan was confused and didn't know what these people were saying, so he shook his head.

Seeing that he looked as if nothing happened, Yan Zhiyang's eyes turned red and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes hard: "Brother Nan, I know I was wrong. You advised me not to bother with that SB. It was because I was too impulsive at that time and caused you trouble."

Mu Xiang thought no matter what, she was still a normal girl. A good-looking boy wiping tears in front of him was a little overwhelmed. She didn't know how to comfort the little boy of the same age, so she had to put down her pen and pat the other person's head: "Stop talking, it's not your fault."

I thought of the scene outside the office not long ago and stated seriously: "And, just now, well, before entering the office, I am very happy that you are protecting me."

She spoke very seriously and was really moved from the bottom of her heart. To be honest, this was the first time she had felt the care from her friends in her life.

But unexpectedly, the scene was paused for three seconds, and even Yan Zhiyang, who was slapped by her head, looked dull.

Three seconds later, the whole class performed and walked backwards!

The crowd took three steps back and squeezed to the back wall of the classroom with all their might.

Mu Xiang: "?????"

Birds of a feather flock together, why are these people as shocked as Qiao Nan?

It seemed that she had already comforted her, so she felt relieved and continued to pick up her pen and started writing the test paper.

At the last row of the classroom, dozens of students squeezed into a small clump, and everyone's faces were red.

"Oh!" Guo Zhi gently pulled Yan Zhiyang's sleeves, his pale face was already blushing, "Brother Nan, thank us just now!"

"Shut up!" Yan Zhiyang was so proud that he was floating all over his body, "He was still touching my head!"

Everyone carefully stretched their necks, looking at the only figure sitting upright in the classroom like watching a rare beast.

"Hey, what are Brother Nan doing?"

"It seems to be writing test papers."

"I'll go, is it true?"

"You haven't seen a group of old women tell Lao Mo how ugly it is? Brother Nan wants to stand up for Lao Mo."

"Yes, our grades are too poor, Lao Mo is under a lot of pressure. He was crying secretly just now."

"I always feel that Brother Nan has suddenly matured a lot, and he must have been stimulated."

"Damn it! The boss has started to learn, what are you doing!" Yan Zhiyang suddenly broke free from the crowd, waved his arms with the pride of being touched, "Hurry up, brothers and others are here together! Give the breath of Lao Mo and the boss!"

In the fourth class, I finally got to attend the normal. After the ringtone, the math teacher in Class 9 hurried to the classroom with the lesson plan in his arms. He stepped into one foot and was almost flew backwards by the sudden light.

After finally standing firm, he stayed there. His first reaction was to look up at the shift card first.

Ahhhhhhh what's going on!!!

The old math teacher roared wildly under the calm face of his old math teacher.

I saw that the Class 9 classroom, which was as chaotic as a pigpen, was so quiet that it was silent.

Those little piglets who usually hang around the house and the ground.

Today! It’s actually! It’s all there! I’m chewing on the pen! I’m writing the test paper!
Chapter completed!