Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Waiting for the grades to rank a few days, Principal Wang is eating and thinking, walking and thinking, think about this between sleeping.

Fear of students failing the exam leads to poor grades.

And fantasizing about it, Santa Sakura's classmates took this exam and shocked the old guy's chin.

He doesn't really care about that library book.

That's even the face.

Mostly too high expectations.

He hopes to bring in a completely different cherry during his time as principal.

In this torment, Principal Wang's head was already sparse and his naked eyes were slightly smooth.

But when three days later.

When all the exams were approved and the last university rankings appeared on President Wang's desktop, anything that fell out of circulation was cloudy.

The first three provincial public schools.

Second place in the city.

Third Changfeng Secondary School.

Fourth place...

Principal Wang watched one by one.

When I saw the eighth, my eyes closed.

Eighth, Sakura High School.

Afraid of his mistake, he took the old glasses out of the drawer and took a closer look.

That's right, eighth place.

The old headmaster in his fifties, for a moment, actually had a slight bitter orbit.

He looked at the paper carefully for a few minutes as if it was some kind of baby, and then looked down.

Reminds me, I still have a gambling appointment.

A, twenty-seventh.

Principal Wang squinted his eyes and smiled.

He took out his cell phone: "Hello? I'm the old king. Have you seen the ranking of the joint exams? Ha-ha-ha, don't forget our bet. Tomorrow is just Monday, so you can start tomorrow and compliment us on Holy Cherry for a week. Well, I'll keep an eye on it. If it doesn't pass, it won't...”

Old Wang is so happy.

I even had the pleasure of convening an all-school teachers' and students' conference for that purpose.

He gave a half-hour speech alone to discourage Yanton's frustration, and finally picked out some of the best performing students for them to share their thoughts.

Several students were informed two days earlier, and the class director warned that they could write a speech back in advance.

Five students expressed their feelings.

This is the joint exam, with the top five Sakura scores.

Zhao, Tangzhou, Monfi Cherry, and two other classes.

Zhao was the first to come on stage.

She hasn't spoken yet, and there was a fierce applause under the stage, which is more than a dozen times more enthusiastic than when Principal Wang spoke.

Principal Wang: “…”

Zhao reached out and made a void press position.

The students were very quiet.

Zhao said something.

The first sentence:

“This time we won A, it was unexpected, after all, I never took A as an opponent. ”

Principal Wang: “…”

The students below awoke.

That's right!

Young lady makes sense!

That's great!

A Zhao's second sentence: “Eighth, it is not our name in Saint Sakura. What should be our goal? ”

“is number one! ”

“First!”

“First!”

The auditorium shouted again and again with passion.

Tangzhou sat under the stage and looked at it. I just thought, in front of this scene, it looked almost like a cult.

The young lady is like their god, and what she says is the faith of the students on stage.

Azhao smiled slightly: "That's right, we're going to take first place. ”