Shocking the World: Starting from Rural Teachers

Mao Shen took Xue Qiang through the resignation procedures, and then took Xue Qiang around the school to familiarize himself with the environment.

"This is the teaching building."

"This is the administrative building."

"This is the library."

"This is the cafeteria."

"This is the gym."

"This is the club activity center."

"This is the auditorium."

"This is the school hospital."

While listening to Mao Shen's introduction, Xue Qiang couldn't help sighing that it really was a key high school in the city.

This hardware facility is not a bit better than Taoyuan Middle School, and it is even comparable to ordinary undergraduate colleges.

Mao Shen took Xue Qiang to get acquainted with him, and finally brought Xue Qiang to the office of the second grade.

The office was empty.

"School starts today, the opening ceremony will be later, and classes will start tomorrow. Many teachers will come to work tomorrow."

Mao Shen explained: "I have just been divided into arts and science classes in the second year of high school, and the class teacher is familiar with the students in the class."

He brought Xue Qiang to an empty desk and said, "Mr. Xue, this is your desk. Office supplies will be delivered by the people from the General Affairs Office in the afternoon."

"Ah good, thank you, Director Mao, you can go to work first!"

Xue Qiang sat down at the empty desk and put the briefcase on the table.

Touching the desk with his hand, he sighed in admiration.

"This brand of desk is not cheap."

Turning the chair around, it is very comfortable, and it is also a big brand.

For this set of tables and chairs, 1 yuan is not enough.

Compared with the table in Taoyuan Middle School, which was peeled off and gnawed by ants, the wooden chair creaked when sitting on it.

It's like heaven and earth.

"Anyway, it's fine now. Didn't Director Mao say that the class teacher is in the classroom now?"

Xue Qiang stood up, moved his neck, and made a crackling sound of joint dislocation.

"I'll go and have a look, my little cuties."
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The classroom of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School was a mess, with tables and chairs arranged in a mess.

In the center of the classroom, there were three boys gathered together, smoking cigarettes, fighting landlords, each with a stack of red banknotes in front of them.

In the corner by the window, a boy was wearing earphones, looking out of the window with a melancholy expression.

In another corner, a boy was sleeping on his stomach.

In the middle of the last row, two girls sat together and watched the drama with a tablet computer.

There was only one girl sitting in the middle of the first row, browsing station B with her mobile phone.

Although this girl looks ordinary, she has extremely delicate makeup and her hairstyle has been carefully done.

The phone case is studded with diamonds, she is wearing a handmade Luo skirt, and a pink limited-edition alligator-skin Hermès platinum bag is casually placed on the corner of the table.

When Xue Qiang entered the classroom, he naturally noticed this two-dimensional girl at first sight.

But none of the students noticed Xue Qiang, everyone was doing their own thing.

Next to the wall is a row of five boys playing black and white together, and a few girls getting together to put on makeup.

"Hi, what's your name?"

Xue Qiang stood on the podium, propped his hands on the podium, leaned forward slightly and asked the girl sitting in the middle of the first row who was the closest.

"Huh?"

Only then did the girl come to her senses, looked up at Xue Qiang, and said strangely, "My name is Lin Beiyi."

"Oh, good, Lin Beiyi."

Xue Qiang carefully remembered this girl.

"Who are you?" Lin Beiyi asked blankly.

"I'm the new head teacher of Class [-], Grade [-], and my name is Xue Qiang."

Xue Qiang smiled and said kindly.

"The new head teacher?"

Lin Beiyi looked Xue Qiang up and down, feeling familiar.

The thumb subconsciously swipe the screen of the phone, just in time to swipe to a ghost video of Brother Qingbei.

"Ah! You are Brother Qingbei!"

Lin Beiyi couldn't help screaming.

This cry made the originally chaotic classroom instantly quiet down.

Everyone looked at Xue Qiang who was standing on the podium with a smile on his face.

The boy sleeping in the corner raised his head in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and there was a hint of getting up on his face.

The boy listening to music shifted his gaze from the window and took off the earphone on the right.

"Brother Qingbei?"

A boy in the center who was fighting landlords took the cigarette from his mouth, squinted his eyes at Xue Qiang, pulled out two cards from his hand and threw them out: "Right!"

"You are the one who taught seven champions in the countryside, and one of them got a perfect score, Brother Qingbei!"

Lin Beiyi said loudly again.

"Huh? Yes, no wonder he looks familiar."

"Brother Qingbei is not a rural teacher, why did he come to our experimental middle school!"

"Ha, it really looks very rustic, and the clothes you wear are all cheap."

"Then you can still expect a country teacher to wear Armani."

The students in the audience whispered.

"The three students playing cards, please stop for a while?"

Xue Qiang said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, finish this game!"

The boy playing cards said nonchalantly, took the cigarette butt from his mouth, and flicked it away.

As soon as the cigarette butt left his hand, a piece of chalk flew over and hit the cigarette butt in the middle of the air, knocking the cigarette back and falling into the boy's mouth.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

The boy quickly spit out the cigarette butt, turned his head and glared at Xue Qiang who was on the podium.

"Minors are prohibited from smoking."

Xue Qiang said calmly with no expression on his face.

"Fuck, do you want to die!"

The boy who was sitting on the table jumped down, dragged a chair and strode towards Xue Qiang.

He rolled up the chair with both hands and threw it at Xue Qiang's head.

"Dare to hit the teacher? Are you still so ruthless?"

Xue Qiang frowned slightly, raised his hand and grabbed the chair.

The boy found that the chair was held tightly by Xue Qiang, and he couldn't drop it at all.

It was futile to try to pull the chair out of Xue Qiang's hand.

The chair seemed to grow on Xue Qiang's hands, and Xue Qiang's hands were like statues, which were unshakable.

"Clap!"

The metal chair leg was snapped off by Xue Qiang.

The boy grabbed the chair for a while, and stepped back a few steps.

"what!"

The students let out an exclamation.

The chair legs in the experimental middle school classroom are all stainless steel, but Xue Qiang broke the stainless steel chair legs with his bare hands?

The interested expression on the boy's face listening to music.

The sleeping boy leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were sleepy.

"What's your name?"

Xue Qiang looked at the boy who was still clutching the chair, his face pale with fright.

"I, my name is Ye Chen." The boy put down his chair and said.

"How about you two?"

Xue Qiang looked at the two boys who were fighting the landlord with him again.

Originally, the two of them were stunned by the scene just now with cigarettes in their mouths. When they regained their senses, they quickly spit out the cigarettes and got off the table.

"My name is Deng Zhiqiu."

"My name is An Fuping."

"Okay, Ye Chen, Deng Zhiqiu, An Fuping. The three of you restore the tables and chairs to their original positions, and clean up the cigarette butts on the floor."

Xue Qiang said slowly: "It's the first time I caught you, forget it, I will catch you smoking next time."

His eyes sharpened suddenly, and his tone became cold.

"Just give me the cigarette butts!"