After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE-Chapter 9

In addition to Xie Xinglin who was late, there were still students who did not complete their homework. This left Zhao Minghua, who stood on the podium, in a bad mood. “I think you have been too relaxed recently.”

As soon as her voice fell, all the students sat up straighter. Those who often whispered quietly also sealed their mouths firmly.

“You can’t even properly finish your homework?”

“Your class is really the worst class I have ever taught. In the future, can I still count on your performance to win awards in the province?”

Everyone lowered their heads.

Zhao Minghua said with a sullen face, “Class Representative, go to my office and bring back the printed papers. For this class, we will work on these papers. Hand them in after class and I will grade them.”

As soon as the voice fell, a boy blew out of the class like a tornado, for fear that he will be punished if he was a moment too slow.

When the whole class was quiet, Su Qiuge heard her pale and chubby classmate, Peng Jianda, sighed to his table mate, “Sister Hua must be really angry this time. Every time she’s angry, she’ll give out extra assignments instead of lecturing.”

At this moment, Su Qiuge’s heart had collapsed.

She hadn’t finished yesterday’s homework yet, and now there were new math papers that needed to be done.

When the papers were handed out, everyone began to work hard. Su Qiuge now understood the horror of this Sister Hua and didn’t dare to delay. She took out a scratch paper and started calculating.

But heaven had other plans.

In the middle of writing, her pen’s ink was stuck. When she tried to write, the words phased in and out of existence intermittently and appeared very rough.

To make matters worse, when she rummaged through her desk drawer, she realized that the original host seemed to only have this one pen……

As a high school student, she actually only had one pen!

Su Qiuge took a deep breath and looked up at the clock in the classroom.

Not good, I need to borrow a pen.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Xiaohei on her right.

Tang Jie had evolved, he now used a pencil case to block his answers. When Su Qiuge turned her head, he carefully covered his answers even more securely.

When Su Qiuge was just about to speak, Tang Jie copied what she did earlier to him and mouthed, “I won’t show you.”

Su Qiuge: “……”

Why are you constantly guarding against me?

Do you think I want your answers??

Fine, I won’t rely on this chastity-obsessed boy anymore.

Su Qiuge turned her head to the left instead.

Compared to Tang Jie, her seatmate Xie Xinglin was far more magnanimous. Without concealing anything, he held a pen as he calculated before he filled in the answers.

With long fingers, distinct knuckles, and pale skin, his hand was very beautiful.

But when Su Qiuge caught a glimpse of his cold side face and the band-aid, she felt that it was hopeless to try and borrow a pen.

Plus……

If she tried to talk to him and he thought it was another scheme of hers, he might want to continue his plans of revenge……

Forget it, forget it, it’s best to not irritate him.

But the classmate seated in front of her was so immersed in his writing that it seemed like his life was at risk. Su Qiuge gently patted his back, but he did not react at all.

　“……”

Was this being so focused that it weakened one’s senses?

Forget it, I can’t rely on anyone, it seems like I can only rely on myself.

If the ink is stuck, maybe a little shake will fix it.

Therefore, Su Qiuge started the arduous journey of where she shook her pen one moment and answered questions the next. She felt like she was convulsing as she constantly shook her pen.

As she reached the more complex questions towards the end, the strength and power she needed in order to shake the ink out had increased.

When the class bell rang, the class representative stood up and said, “Turn in your papers.”

Su Qiuge still had one question left.

But the pen refused to cooperate and there was no ink even after she shook it for a while.

Her temper flared and she shook it twice with all her strength.

Cheap pen, are you lacking shakes?

Come on!!

We can mutually hurt each other!!

At this moment, a miracle happened ——

After Su Qiuge slammed the pen, there was suddenly liquid in this dried out pen.

Not only was there liquid, but the liquid ink also acted as if its soul was suddenly liberated after a long time of imprisonment.

Like a goddess scattering flowers ——

it suddenly all spilled onto her seatmate’s school jacket.

Clouds of black ink were smeared onto the clean school uniform and the air suddenly became very quiet.

Xie Xinglin lowered his eyes and looked at the ink stains on his school jacket. 　

Su Qiuge: “……”

Oho.

It seems like she has already reached the point of no return on her journey to becoming the vicious female cannon fodder that offends the male lead.