Chapter 677

Dada... In the silent office, only the sound of the second hand timer is repeating a single rhythm. The rhythm, like a loudspeaker, grew louder and faster in Bessie's mind, and her forehead and palm began to sweat.

When she walked for a minute silently with the second hand, a familiar and slightly cold voice came nearby.

"I'm done."

I'm done.

These four words seemed to suddenly press the pause key in the crazy jump rhythm. Bessie suddenly looked up and shook off some roses in the corner of the table. She looked at the girl next door unconsciously, as if she would suffocate in the next second.

Until Yang Shan's concern pulled back her thoughts, "Bessie, are you okay?"

She quickly looked back and realized that the test was still going on. She hurriedly picked up the petals from the ground, buried her head lower and continued to count.

Yang Shan didn't care about her rudeness, but she was a little dissatisfied with Qin Qing's interruption. As a spectator of the whole process, Qin Qing's so-called completion is nonsense. Not to mention that blind people use their hands to perceive objects. Even healthy people, faced with so many roses, are determined not to count, just touch and finish.

Therefore, she felt that Qin Qing must have deliberately disturbed the audio-visual, trying to make Bessie unable to complete the task and pull people on the back.

She tilted her lips and didn't notice that the student union looked at the table the girl had just left, full of surprise.

Huo junsen hardly looked away from the document and looked at the calm and calm figure opposite. The nib unconsciously clicked on the paper, and a satisfied smile was raised at the corners of his mouth.

Bai Ling looked at the timer in his hand and said, "there's still half a minute left."

As soon as the voice fell, Bessie, who was already impatient, roared, "I know. You don't have to remind me."

This voice surprised Yang Shan. She looked guilty at the headmaster behind the desk. After peeping at his face, she complained secretly. She only hoped that Bessie's performance would be better and save some impression.

Unfortunately, with half a minute left, Bessie's hand could not count a quarter of the petals.

When Bai Ling announced the end, she seemed to write a few more words while the teacher didn't come. Even if she knew it, it wouldn't help.

"That's enough, you're out of time." a hand suddenly stretched out behind her and clamped her wrist.

Bessie subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, but when he looked up and saw the visitor clearly, he was stunned on the spot, "Xiang Le."

"Since we want to be fair, we must abide by the rules." Xiang Le also stretched her face at this time. After that, she loosened her hand and stood beside Bai Ling. "The test is over. Please say your own numbers."

Bessie was hurt by the coldness of the boy's eyes. She almost felt that the pinched roses were her heart.

"Three hundred and eight." she opened her mouth, gave a number in a dull way, and specially added dozens of pieces, hoping that the difference in quantity will not be too large later.

Qin Qing gave 483.

Although the result has been in the hands of the headmaster, in view of Yang Shan's request, she will count it again at the scene.

It took her nearly 15 minutes to get the final result of Bessie's table, which was 390.

"It's all right, the result is very close." when she finished counting, she comforted Bessie, and then went to Qin Qing's table to settle up a little bit.

Just looking at it, you can see that there are many petals in this table, and they are of different sizes. It is easy to make mistakes and omissions, but at this time, the layout and shape of the petals are still the same as at the beginning, as if no one had moved at all.

"Two hundred and twenty-one, two hundred and twenty-one..." at the beginning, Yang Shan expected that the girl was blind. She didn't care much until the number approached four hundred. Her heart also mentioned her throat, "482, 483..."

When the last petal was pinched in her hand, she looked down at the empty desktop and her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost.

How could it be? She didn't see the girl counting just now?!

It seemed that she had read through her next line. The headmaster sat behind his desk and looked like a torch. "Mr. Yang, today's confrontation was initiated by you. The people of the middle school students' Association didn't contact Qin Qing or give her any tips in the whole process. The scene was completely fair and just."

"Headmaster, i..." Yang Shan opened her mouth. The breath she had gathered when she came suddenly dissipated, and her brain was even blank. "I didn't mean that."

"What else do you think about this result?" the headmaster put the result on the table and fixed his eyes on her face.

"I..." Yang Shan was like a leaky balloon with no momentum. At this time, she was even more disoriented. Her memory is still playing back the girl's action of touching the petals in a minute to the number 483. She can't figure out how the other party guessed it.

"Since Mr. Yang has no objection to the result, the punishment is also according to what the student union said." the headmaster made the final decision, then waved his hand, "if there is nothing else, please go out. I have something to talk with the student union."

When Yang Shan heard his voice, Bessie on her side softened her legs. As soon as she fell, she sat on the ground and burst into tears.

"Bessie, teacher, it's the teacher who's sorry for you." Yang Shan helplessly picked up the people on the ground, dragged her to the door and comforted, "the teacher will find a way."

She doesn't believe that if such absurd regulations are reported to the Education Bureau, will no one care?

Just when Kankan was about to step out of the door, Huo junsen's voice came again behind him, "this teacher, please stay."

"What else do you want?" Yang Shan lost all her face today. At this time, she was in a bad mood and her tone was not good.

Huo junsen left his desk, turned to her, and then handed over a document printed with a law firm, "According to the regulations of the student union, all students and teaching staff who disclose the internal assessment contents of the talented student union will be dismissed, and your punishment will be issued by the school. If you continue to publicize the contents, you will receive an additional lawyer's letter."

Yang Shan listened to the long list of professional terms and looked at the paper in her hand. It was only a thin piece, but she could hardly hold it. Her limbs were bone cold in the sunshine at the beginning of spring.

Until the gate closed slowly, Qin Qing could smell the cold smell of the boy's footsteps.

I believe that after this experience, both Yang Shan and Bessie will completely disappear in the College of excellence in the future.