The Heroine Is Always Acting

Chapter 7

The clock on the wall ticked and ticked, Yang Mianhua finally dispelled all of her bad emotions. She had made a set of math test papers, and her whole body was refreshed. She picked up her phone and took a look. It was 3 a.m. and she felt sleepy, so she decided to go to bed.

###Chapter8

A night without dreams.

The morning sun was a little harsh. At 7 pm Beijing time, Yang Mianhua was still refreshed after only four hours of sleep. There was no system that insisted on getting married to the male lead, and there was no fear of being attached to her. Yang Mianhua also found what he had to do. She was in a very good mood.

Along the way, he was in a good mood Yang Mianhua couldn't help but hum a tune while sitting on the bus.

If a person was in a good mood, then the time would surely pass quickly. If a person was not in a good mood, then it would be possible to live like a year. Therefore, the length of time and a person's person's feeling.

After Yang Mianhua got out of the car and bid farewell to the driver's uncle, he subconsciously glanced at his watch. It was terrible. It was already 8:30.

Yang Mianhua carried his schoolbag and rushed into the campus. He passed through the door and through the white marble bridge... Then it stopped abruptly.

Yang Mianhua was in trouble because there was someone at the entrance of the high school teaching building.

"Oh, they sell cakes!" Yang Mianhua couldn't help but slap her forehead. She had actually forgotten that she had read the class early and had someone look up. When she thought of this, she felt a headache. She didn't know how to fool around.

Yang Mianhua thought for a moment and planned to avoid those people, so she instantly realized that she was carrying her bag and headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, someone had sharp eyes and had already discovered Yang Mianhua little action.

"Hey, that classmate, what class are you from?" There was a male voice coming from behind, but it sounded like a demonic voice piercing through Yang Mianhua ears, causing her heart to lift.

Yang Mianhua pretended not to hear her and continued walking forward. However, when the people behind her saw that she was extremely uncooperative, they ran over.

Yang Mianhua someone grabbed her sleeve, she had no choice but to turn around. However, he turned around and scared the guy who was pulling her sleeve. He quickly took two steps back and let go of the hand that was pulling her sleeve. Another person who was frightened by her face, Yang Mianhua also felt helpless.

She knew she couldn't avoid it, so she cleared her throat and said," Class III or IV, Yang Mianhua ".

Yang Mianhua walked in the direction of the teaching building, but when he was halfway there, he saw one of the two people opposite him who looked like someone he had loved secretly. Yang Mianhua stopped in her tracks, her eyes staring at her.

The young man who walked over saw Yang Mianhua staring fixedly at him, thinking that there was something on his face. He asked doubtfully," Student, do I have something dirty on my face?"

"No, no." Yang Mianhua also realized that it was impolite to look at her just now, so she lowered her head.

"Yes, that's good. Student, sign your name. Just write it down in the column of late for morning class."

Yang Mianhua heard the young man's voice and raised his head. Huh? Want to remember a name? She was a little worried. This was embarrassing.

At this moment, the Muslim who had just been frightened by Yang Mianhua also reacted. He walked over and handed the record book and pen to Yang Mianhua.

"Hurry up and write. Don't waste my time." The boy used his hand to clasp his nostrils as if his time was precious.

Yang Mianhua was very reluctant. After all, she had never been late since she was young. This was simply the black history of life. What to do? She was a little irritated, so she didn't start writing. Especially when she saw the young man beside her, she did n' t want to write her name on that face that was so similar to her lover.

Yang Mianhua saw that the three people in front of her suddenly had the urge to run away, so she threw down the record book and pen and ran away.

"F*ck! What's wrong with your brain?" The f*cking Muslim saw Yang Mianhua run away and immediately chased after him.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, stared blankly at the two people who had yet to react. Of course, the young man was the first to react. He bent down to pick up the pen and the book and muttered," Interesting."

"Rufeng, what are you muttering about?" Jia Jianfeng saw the young man say something with a smile, but he didn't hear it clearly.

Nie Rufeng smiled and replied," I said the two of them are quite interesting."

Yang Mianhua ran out of breath. He waited until he reached the second floor of Area A before he was caught by the Muslims chasing him.

"Release my clothes!" Yang Mianhua saw that a large portion of his clothes had been pulled by the Muslims, so he quickly let go.

"D*mn, you're running pretty fast." The Muslim was panting." But you' re not running fast. I still caught you." After saying that, he sat down on the ground.

Yang Mianhua rolled his eyes and grabbed his clothes. He squatted down to discuss with him," I'm talking about classmates, can we not be so serious? It's just that we're late for the morning class. Let me go, okay?"

"No!" The Muslims were loud.

"Why?" Yang Mianhua was a little unconvinced.

"Because I don't like you." The Muslims sat on the ground, their voices high and low. His voice sounded very pleasant, but the words he said were not very pleasant. It made Yang Mianhua want to hit someone.

"F*ck!" Yang Mianhua couldn't help but curse. If she didn't let Bai go, she would n' t let Bai go. If she didn't like me, I would n' t like you. "I won't cooperate today. "If you don't sign it, what can you do to me?" Yang Mianhua stood up and snorted at the boy before turning back to the classroom.

As Yang Mianhua walked, he calmed himself down. It was truly an oddity that came from year to year. I had met this day. Of course, Yang Mianhua didn't realize that she was a weirdo...

When the Muslims saw Yang Mianhua arrogant appearance, they felt angry. When Yang Mianhua figure disappeared, the Muslim who had calmed down realized that he was unable to control himself as if he had met her and became irritable. It must be because she was too ugly!

Ugly! What was there to be smug about? He already knew her name, so it didn't matter if he signed her.

The Yang Mianhua from Class Three or Four waited to see.

Class 3 or 4? The Muslim suddenly remembered that his father was not the class teacher of Class Three or Four. Thinking of this, he chuckled and sneaked into Class III or IV through the back door.

As expected, the class teacher Mu Liqi arrived without much effort. As soon as he entered the classroom, Teacher Mu shouted," I heard that someone in our class was late this morning. Who is it?" "Stand out."

Before Yang Mianhua could get up, the Muslims stood up and shouted," Teacher, I know who's late."

Mu Liqi also saw his son, but he felt a headache coming on. However, he still asked," Who is it?"

"It's her." The Muslim pointed at the Yang Mianhua sitting not far away in front of him and said in a fierce tone," Not only is she late, she also refused to sign record of her late arrival."

###Chapter9

"Alright, alright, I know. It's almost time for class. Muslim, hurry back to your class. You do n' t need to be involved in our class anymore." Teacher Mu had a headache. Didn't this dead kid say he did n' t want to come to his class? Why did he come again? It wasn't easy for him to stop for a year.

"Yang Mianhua, I'll come to my office after the first class." Teacher Mu chased the Muslims away and said to Yang Mianhua.

"Yes, I understand, Teacher." Yang Mianhua nodded.

Teacher Mu felt that she was well-behaved, so he took out his notebook and explained the oath he had taken for a hundred days. He then explained the location and time of the class's students sitting in the auditorium.

Soon, the bell rang.

This class was Chinese. When the Chinese teacher came, she saw the class teacher talking about things and waited at the door for a while. After the class teacher finished speaking, she came in.

"Come, children, take care of yourself. For this lesson, let's talk about the test paper we sent yesterday ……"

"Huh?" Wasn't that right? Had n' t it been posted yesterday afternoon ……"

"Are you going to talk today?"

"……"

As soon as the Chinese teacher spoke about the test paper, Yang Mianhua heard her classmates complaining quietly. When Yang Mianhua took out his test paper from his bag and took a look at it, Hai, don't mention it. He did n' t do his own. He only focused on math yesterday and completely forgot all about the Chinese test paper.

As soon as the bell rang, Yang Mianhua tidied up the paper and planned to meet the class teacher. She had just stood up when she was pulled by her sleeve by her deskmate. Yang Mianhua lowered her head and looked at her sleeve. She had been pulled many times today. It seemed that her sleeve was a disaster.

"What's wrong?" Yang Mianhua shifted his gaze from his sleeve to Li Siqi face.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask why you were late this morning." Li Siqi let go of Yang Mianhua sleeve and gossiped with his face.

Yang Mianhua lowered his head and sighed. He explained," What else can I do for? It's too late. Even the national anthem ca n' t save me."

Li Siqi was poked by Yang Mianhua pitiful appearance. She struggled to hold back her laughter and stood up to touch Yang Mianhua head." I sympathize with you."

Then, he gave Yang Mianhua a seat and asked her to leave. As soon as Yang Mianhua walked away, the corners of Li Siqi lips parted. Her deskmate was really cute, and the scabs on her face blocked her silly and adorable aura.

To be honest, Yang Mianhua especially didn't like to go to the teacher's office because she was very scared. She always felt that the office was extremely sinister. In her previous life, the profession she respected the most was a teacher, and the group she feared the most was a teacher. Even if she met a teacher in college, she would still work hard.

So every time Yang Mianhua went to the teacher's office, she always looked like she was going to die. In fact, Yang Mianhua knew that the teacher was n' t that scary, but she couldn't stop herself from being afraid.

At the door of the office, Yang Mianhua took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Please come in."

Yang Mianhua moved Little Sh*t into the office. She glanced over and saw Teacher Mu who was correcting her homework.

"Teacher Mu," Yang Mianhua walked over to the teacher in charge and called her teacher. Only then did Mu Liqi raise his head to notice Yang Mianhua.

"Have a seat." Teacher Mu asked Yang Mianhua to sit opposite him and said to her," Don't be nervous."