March is the season when the grass grows and warblers fly. The sunlight outside the window is softly covered. The clean and bright sky blue curtains move slightly with the wind, and the white clouds in the sky are as soft as cotton.

"You dare to sleep in my class. Do you think your life is too long and impatient? If you don't want to listen to my class, just tell me. I can allow you not to listen!" The airy voice came straight through the air, which was deafening.

Luo Xiyao covered her ears uncomfortablely, raised her head and squinted at the people on the podium. Her familiar face was as fierce as before.

That's her head teacher and math teacher, nicknamed "Living Yan Wang". Every classmate in the class is particularly afraid of her.

Luo Xiyao was suddenly stunned. She widened her eyes in disbelief and stared at the head teacher next to the podium.

Even in the most chaotic No. 4 Middle School, no one dares to mess up in the class of the living king of Yan. The same is true of Luo Xiyao. The face of the Living King of Yan has appeared in his dreams many times, which woke him up alive.

A chalk head was lost and hit Luo Xiyao's forehead. Luo Xiyao covered her forehead and stared at the head teacher with wide eyes. Her eyes were strange.

At this moment, the head teacher of Huo Yan Wang stood next to the podium and stared at Luo Xiyao coldly. The whole class knew that the head teacher did not like Luo Xiyao.

Now, she has something to eat. Zhang, who was gloating with many students, opened his eyes and looked at Luo Xiyao. I have to say that Luo Xiyao's height and weight were almost one-to-one.

The height of 168 centimeters and 160 kilograms of meat, coupled with acne on the face, make people like it at a glance. Maybe more, everyone is disgusted with Luo Xiyao's feelings.

So it is a thing that most students in the class like to play tricks on Luo Xiyao and watch her make a fool of herself. What's more, the head teacher takes the lead in this matter.

The head teacher was angry when she saw the appearance of Luo Xiyao, and her chest was so angry that she rubbed her temple impatiently, picked up a book on the podium, and threw it out by herself.

Luo Xiyao was shocked and turned sideways and narrowly avoided it. The wind passing by the roar of the book crossed Luo Xiyao's cheek. She looked up at the white class teacher next to the podium in surprise.

"If you don't want to be punished to stand at the door of the classroom one day tomorrow, you can come up and do this math problem. I'll let you go. Otherwise, you know the consequences. Don't go back to the classroom and sit down."

"Teacher, if I make this math problem, will you let me go?" Luo Xiyao touched the cheek that had almost been scratched by the book just now and whispered.

The girl's voice is soft and glutinous, her tone is very light, and there is no waves. It's just that the usual narrative of this matter is completely inconsistent with her appearance with acne.

The head teacher didn't seem to expect that Luo Xiyao would agree to write the topic. For a moment, he was stunned and looked at Luo Xiyao. Then he reacted and said maliciously, "Yes, as long as you do it, you won't be investigated for sleeping in class. If you can't do it..."

The head teacher glanced Luo Xiyao from top to bottom with contemptuous eyes and said disdainfully, "It's just you. Do you really do it?"

"Teacher, whether you can do it or not, you still have to see if the answer I wrote next is correct." Luo Xiyao said softly, and the soft and glutinous voice was a little brighter.

The head teacher was stuffed for a moment, and his frowned deeply. He was rarely refuted by the students and was actually refuted by an inconspicuous student?

She glanced at the classroom. The other students in the classroom looked at the play curiously. The head teacher suddenly laughed and she continued.

"This is what you said. If you can't do it, you won't have to come to school for the next week. I won't accept stupid students."

From standing at the door of the classroom on the first day to the current week without coming to school, the head teacher whispered with a smile, but the words were vicious punishment.

Luo Xiyao's face did not change color. She looked up at the math problem on the blackboard.

"If the straight line ax+y=0 truncated circle x square + y square-2x-6y+6=0, the string length obtained is 2√3 to find the value of the real number a."

It is a math problem about circle. Now it's a high school year. The teaching quality of No. 4 Middle School is not good, and a basic question can also be called a difficult problem.

However, this is just a simple basic question for Luo Xiyao now, which is not much difficult.

Luo Xiyao got up and wanted to write the topic forward. The head teacher looked at Luo Xiyao coldly, and the students around her avoided it one after another, as if she were a flood beast. She was disliked. Some people even covered their noses and mouths, even the air she lived in didn't want to stain half of it.

"Guess, can she really write this topic? I'm a little curious."

"You really believe it. She definitely can't write it down. Look at her. Her grades are so poor and outrageous. It is at the bottom of our grade, and it also drags down the overall grade of our class. Unexpectedly, I really have the courage to write."

"I think, I'm afraid that the head teacher will be punished, pretending, going up and writing casually. As the saying goes, this behavior is called pretending."

"People are ugly, fat, and their grades are bad. I don't know what courage she has to continue to live. If I had been her, I would have broken myself long ago, haha."

"..."

The most vicious words come from the classmates who get along with each other day and night.

From the distance from the seat to the podium, countless whisper came into Luo Xiyao's ears. Luo Xiyao's face was calm, and there was an unknown light flashing in his eyes. The head teacher stood next to the podium and continued to look at her coldly with skepticism, waiting for the moment when Luo Xiyao made a mistake, and then had a reason to punish her, so as to make up for her rejected face.

Along the way, Luo Xiyao's heart was surprisingly calm, not impatient, like a stream, flowing slowly.

Standing in front of the blackboard, Luo Xiyao took a piece of chalk from the podium and immediately wrote on the blackboard, and his eyes continued without blinking. Where is the time to think? It hasn't been spent at all. The action of writing the solution process with chalk is so fast that in a blink of an eye, several rows of neat answers were written on the blackboard.

The head teacher thought that she would think for at least a few minutes in front of the blackboard before doing the questions. Because Luo Xiyao is a well-known poor student in the whole grade.

But now, the result seems to be a little unexpected.