But at this juncture, she skipped class and fell in love prematurely, making her class the laughing stock of the whole school.
How could she bear this?
[Host, host, you must not admit the love letter.]
444 is very anxious.
It's afraid that Su Qiao, who is straightforward and doesn't like to lie, will admit it directly.
[Think about it, if you admit it, others will think you really like that pretty boy Che Lixuan. How embarrassing would that be?]
[Furthermore, if Great Demon King knew that you had liked this pretty boy, he would definitely be sad and might get angry with you.]
[Darkening Value may still rise sharply, but it is already 7/10. It cannot rise any further. It will be dangerous if it rises further.]
"I know, don't be nagging."
In fact, Su Qiao had no intention of recognizing it from the beginning.
After the head teacher closed his mouth, he slowly raised his head, with a cold look in his eyes behind the lenses:
"Teacher, the police must pay attention to evidence when handling cases. You can't just assume that it was written by me just because my name is written underneath it, right?"
Anyway, she never wrote it.
"If this is the case, I will immediately go back and have someone write that he is 100 years old, and then sign the names of other classmates."
"You...?"
Teacher Li I didn't expect that she would just keep silent, but when she did speak, she would have this attitude. He was so angry that he pointed at her and was speechless for a long time.
"What's your attitude? Is this the attitude a student should have towards a teacher?"
Su Qiao was not affected by her at all and remained calm. "Teacher, am I wrong in what I said?"
A middle-aged female teacher next to her frowned:
"Teacher Li, what she said is indeed good. Just because her name is written on it, it doesn't mean she is in puppy love."
"As teachers, we still have to pay attention to evidence."
This student was so calm, his eyes were open, and he showed no sign of guilt. She really didn't believe that the love letter was written by this student.
Teacher Li was so angry that his face was livid, but he couldn't get angry, so he could only say with a cold face:
"You mean, you didn't write that love letter?"
"Of course!"
Su Qiao nodded very neatly.
"If you don't believe it, I can write a few lines now and let you compare the handwriting."
As he said that, he directly picked up the pen on the table in front of him and wrote a line of words on a piece of white A4 paper.
After putting down her pen, she looked calm again Underground Passage:
"If that doesn't work, I'll immediately ask professional technicians from the police station to compare the handwriting."
Alarming the police for such a matter would not be good for the school's reputation.
The middle-aged female teacher quickly advised:
"Teacher Li, look at this classmate who dared to ask professional technicians to compare handwriting. I think there must be a misunderstanding in this matter."
Teacher Li was counterattacked so mercilessly that he couldn't express his anger and his chest hurt from holding it in.
She took a deep breath. "Okay, even if there is a misunderstanding about this matter, what about yesterday afternoon?"
"You skipped half a day of class yesterday afternoon. Do you know that every graduating class student is now racing against time to study and prepare for the final sprint?"
Su Qiao is not panic at all, true and false Underground Passage:
"Teacher, yesterday I was locked in the toilet of the old teaching building by several students. I couldn't get out. Then I had no choice but to risk my way out through the window."
"If you don't believe it, teacher, you can check the surveillance."
"Also, because it was too late and the classroom door was locked, I didn't take my schoolbag yesterday and kept it on the desk, so I didn't have time to do yesterday's homework."
What she said was actually not wrong. In the last life, her clone came out of the window like this, and even suffered injuries from the fall.
[Host, awesome!]
This will not only erase yesterday's absence from class, but also erase yesterday's failure to do homework.