International class.

The students in the class were talking enthusiastically about Yan Luo's anger at the forum for Lan Yan.

"I just say my piglet CP is real, right? You don't believe it yet."

"Sweet and sour radish is real! Pigs are fake and fake!"

"Red and beautiful are the real ones! All the sweet and sour radish are fake!"

“…”

As soon as Yan Luo and others stepped into the classroom, the originally noisy classroom immediately became strangely quiet.

Seeing that it was Yan Luo and others, they breathed a sigh of relief and the classroom became lively again.

"What's wrong? Why is it suddenly quiet?"

"The teacher is here?"

"I was scared to death. I thought it was the teacher who came."

“…”

When Yan Luo found that he was leading Atractylodes and Rong Tangcuo, all the students in the international class looked at Yan Luo with bright eyes, looking forward to what she said.

Yan Luo:...

Yan Luo slowly turned his head and looked at Atractylodes, and his expression was distorted for a moment.

Someone shouted at her—

"Sister Yan! We all know! You don't have to hide it from us!"

"We will support you!"

"Isn't it just the Rockets class? As soon as our Sister Yan attacks, isn't it a punch?"

"You ordinary man! This is a literary fight! It's not a martial fight."

Someone began to dream: "We gave the Rockets team a post. If we win, we would defeat the top students of the Rockets team. If we lose, we would not be ashamed. If we go out, we can tell others that we were defeated by the Rockets team."

This row is no less than that you only scored 200 points and applied to the Imperial Capital University. When a relative asked you what university you were admitted to, you brought up a smile of bitterness and vicissitudes: "I was young and frivolous, only

I applied to an Imperial Capital University, but I didn’t expect that I performed poorly and failed the exam.”

Yan Luo:...

Yan Luo stood there and was stunned for a while, and soon reacted, with a bright smile on her face. She walked to the podium and asked the students who were looking forward to her, "Everyone should know what happened, right?

”

The following was very much, and he answered in unison, "I know--"

Suddenly a girl shouted to her: "Sister, don't be stinky men! Marry me!"

The air frozen for a moment, and the girls in the class relied on the number of people to show their love to her wildly: "Sister! Is it good to be my husband?"

"Sister! Guess what kind of candy I like the most? It's your marriage hall with me!"

"Sister! There are five kinds of greasy, fatty, greasy, greasy, fragrant, and greasy in the world - and also greasy!"

“…”

Yan Luo nodded with smiles and accepted them all one by one.

Atractylodes unbelievable, "I called you sister just now, your attitude is not like this!"

Yan Luo smiled and raised his hand, raised his index finger and slowly pressed it on his soft lips, making a "shush" gesture. The girls obediently calmed down, holding their chins with their hands to look at her.

Yan Luo: "Do you all know who our opponent is?"

A classmate immediately replied: "It's the Rocket Class!"

Someone had an idea, "You have a small pattern, are our elder sisters big like someone with a small pattern?"

"What is that?"

"It should be - myself!" He raised his chest and patted himself, thinking that he was a little clever ghost, just like a worm in Sister Yan's belly. "Our opponent is myself, and we don't have to compete with others, just defeat ourselves,

No one is amazing!”

Someone agreed, "Yes! Don't be too comparative in life, just compare—"

The deskmate next to him immediately answered: "Laser Rain."

After hearing this, the other students in the class felt that—

Their international class found a genius!

"Thirty years, Hedong and thirty years, Hexi, don't bully the young man's poor!"

"Yes, our opponent is ourselves!"

"I myself! I myself!"

Yan Luo was dumb:??????????????????????

It's her that she has a smaller situation.

She just wanted to say that their opponent was from the Rockets class-

"Ahem," Yan Luo coughed awkwardly, "That's right, our opponent is himself-"

She changed her tone, "But it can be a Rocket class."

"Now our bet has been known to the whole school, and some people even look down on us! Can we bear it? No! Our task is to defeat the final exam..." Yan Luo had not finished speaking, so he often didn't say anything.

Xiao trotted forward, handed her two A4 papers, and said in a low voice, "This is the grades of our class and the transcripts of the Rockets class."

Yan Luo looked down at the a4 paper inexplicably, his hands holding the transcript trembled slightly, his pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but blurt out—

"Damn?"

She looked at the international class again without believing.

In just a few minutes, Yan Luo seemed to have seen the ending that he would lose.

Rocket class results-

In addition to Song Feixi, who ranked first, the top ten scores are tied for two or three.

With a full score of 75, Song Feixi got 745.

The top ten are also around 720.

And what about the international class-

In addition to Yan Beihuai, who ranked first, having a score of more than 740, Yan Nuo, who ranked second, fell to more than 600 points, and then looked down to more than 500 points, more than 400 points.

More, more than three hundred...

Yan Luo simply looked up from the end, and she looked closely and said, "What a guy, he is all old acquaintances."

She herself, Atractylodes, Yan Nanzhi, often not slight, poplar...

Moreover, their international class has lost a general—

Yan Luo looked at Yan Nuo, who was scratching his head from the audience and sighed.

"Our mission is to lose the Rockets class in the final exam." Yan Luo continued the topic just now, and indifferently replaced "defeat" with "defeat".

She felt that as the eldest sister, it was necessary to arouse their fighting spirit, "As long as our class makes progress in this final exam, I will--"

Yan Luo thought about it carefully and found that he was not as rich as them, so he really didn't know what reward to give them, "What do you want?"

I don’t know who shouted, “Let the Damu Ling Corporal dance the erotic dance!”

The whole class was boiling, and whistles rang everywhere in the classroom—

"Dance!"

"Dance!"

"Dance!"

Yan Luo:??

Your taste is too heavy, right?!

For the sake of his class, Yan Luo decided to be better for Damu Ling in the future. He agreed without blushing or breathing, "Yes."

"Yan Luo? Atractylodes? What are you doing on the podium?"

A low male voice with doubt came from the door. Cang Jinli held the lesson plan and walked in the door.

Yan Luo looked at him calmly, looking very natural, "Are you here? Let's sit on your chair first."

Cang Jinli:?

This wave—

It is the main focus.
Chapter completed!