Siheyuan: Silly Zhu snatches my teacher Ran and cries for him

Chapter 4 Stick Terriers Disrupt Classroom?Blackboard eraser waiting!
"Teacher Ran, thank you for always speaking for me."

Lin Anguo ignored the stares in the office and went straight to Teacher Ran to thank her for speaking up for him.

"Mr. Lin, they are all colleagues. There is nothing to thank. I will go to the class first when I have class."

Ran Qiuye obviously knew what Lin Anguo wanted, and he didn't know how to respond, so he left without saying a word.

Lin Anguo looked at Ran Qiuye's back, and instead of chasing after him to stalk him, he turned around and walked to his desk, picked up the lesson plans and textbooks and walked towards Class [-], Grade [-].

Lin Anguo, who had already digested the "Essence of Chinese History", didn't know if he could give a good lecture.

In this era, not all knowledge can be taught in class.

Lin Anguo planned to rely on his memory and continue to teach the subject according to the previous lecture method.

As a category of liberal arts, history does not require in-depth understanding of the knowledge taught in primary and secondary schools, and students can get good grades by rote memorization.

There is no problem with the lectures.

But the thorns in Class [-], Grade [-] are quite a bit of trouble.

The stick is so small, he is almost proficient at cheating.

He didn't feel any guilt about taking things from the public house, knowing that Sha Zhu would not reveal the bad things he did, so he caught Sha Zhu and went to his death alone.

It can be said that stick stems can grow fat and fat under Qin Huairu's family conditions, and most of the credit is due to stupidity.

But in the end, Bang Geng and Sha Zhu had a complete falling out. He waited until he wanted to find a good job and live in a good house, and then he remembered to call "Silly Dad".

Isn't this just a white-eyed wolf?

Whoever has milk is a mother!
Stick stem is one of the thorns in Class [-], Grade [-].

There are also a few thorns in the class who are not as good as sticks, skipping classes and fighting.

Lin Anguo still has a sense of responsibility.

Other people's affairs have nothing to do with him, even if others kill and set fire, he doesn't bother to take a second look.

But since I have taken the history class of this class, I have to be responsible to other sensible students who want to learn, and I must not let a few sticks disturb the learning atmosphere in the class.

Waiting for Lin Anguo to enter the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-].

The students in the class were still in a mess, fighting and talking.

What's more, pick up the textbook and smash it everywhere.

Lin Anguo closed the classroom door vigorously to prevent the warm air in the classroom from flowing out.

At this time, there was no air-conditioning or heating, and pissing in Sijiu City in winter would quickly turn yellow ice.

In the nearly [-]-square-meter classroom, everyone pointed to a wood-burning stove for warmth. Lin Anguo only had chapped hands, but the students' ears and faces were frostbitten.

The school bell rings.

The students under the podium remembered that the history teacher Lin Anguo had entered the classroom, so they hurried back to their seats and sat down.

"Attend class!"

A classy voice sounded out from Lin Anguo himself, bringing him into a state of teaching.

A little girl sitting in front yelled.

"stand up!"

"Hello teacher!"

Listening to this energetic voice, Lin Anguo smiled kindly and waved his hands.

"Hello, classmates, sit down."

"Turn to page No.17 of the textbook, and today we will review Chapter 7, the economic and cultural exchanges between the Han Dynasty and the Western Regions."

"During the Han Dynasty, people took the territory of the motherland."

The holiday is approaching, and the textbooks have already been finished. During this period of time, the class is to review the content learned before and the test points that will be tested in the exam.

Teach for half a class, and the remaining half of the class can allow students to recite the text by themselves.

Science teachers try to save trouble in class, so they let students do the questions.

If the liberal arts teacher wants to save trouble in class, let me endorse.

All the way through high school.

The knowledge taught in the school is the foundation of the foundation, and the more important responsibility of the teacher is to cultivate the study habits of the students.

A self-disciplined person will not let himself go hungry in any industry when he grows up.

But how do a group of primary school students know what self-discipline is.

Lin Anguo spoke above.

A few thorns headed by stick stems are described below.

The chattering noise almost overwhelmed Lin Anguo's voice.

In the past, if Lin Anguo didn't time travel, the original owner would pretend that nothing happened and continue lecturing.

But now Lin Anguo won't bear it anymore.

The chalkboard brushes these days are not plastic, and a large piece of wool can be used to wipe the blackboard by sticking to a wooden block.

Throwing chalk stubs is too wasteful, it is more appropriate to throw blackboard erasers.

"Bang!"

The blackboard eraser was thrown from Lin Anguo's hand and hit the wall at the back of the classroom. The loud noise made the whole classroom quiet.

Lin Anguo stared at the stick, and asked with a cold face.

"Jia Geng, tell me, where did I go?"

BangGou knew that the blackboard wiper was coming towards him, but Lin Anguo was soft-hearted and cared that BangJiao was still a kid, so he didn't hit him.

Physically training students is not a big deal these days, but it can't really hurt students.

BangJiao and Lin Anguo live in the same courtyard, so they know Lin Anguo's temperament clearly.

If it were the third master Yan Bugui who was giving a lecture, he wouldn't even dare to say a small word.

At this moment, Lin Anguo was angry, but it didn't make Bang Giao really scared. After he stood up, his two small eyes were still looking around, thinking about who could support him for a while.

"Jia Geng, if you learn to tell the teacher everything, the teacher can give up the podium and give a good student like you a chance to shine."

"Here's the podium for you. You come to the podium to speak, and the students applaud Jia Geng to give you a lecture."

Lin Anguo understood that simply lecturing or scolding would not work at all.

A child who can steal things every day, still afraid of being scolded by the teacher?
Lin Anguo was also very mischievous when he was in school.

Understand the psychology of these children.

If there are not many people in the classroom, these thorns will be more noisy than one.

But really let them come to the stage, let all the students stare at them, that kind of scorching gaze is not something anyone can withstand.

In the words of the 21st century, this is called social miscellaneous syndrome. Everyone speaks freely and coquettishly on the Internet, but in reality it immediately turns into social terror.

One is the comparison between online and reality.

One is the contrast between being in a small circle and accepting the scrutiny of the public.

Most of the students were still willing to listen to the teacher, and the classroom soon burst into thunderous applause.

More than 50 students turned their heads in unison to look at the stick sitting in the last row.

"Teacher, I don't know how to teach, and I haven't learned everything."

Feeling extremely nervous and embarrassed, Bang Geng's face turned red, his chin was pressed against his chest, and he replied to Lin Anguo boldly.

"Since you haven't learned the knowledge in the textbook, why don't you take the class?"

Lin Anguo asked, pretending to be surprised.

This made Bang Geng feel even more ashamed, embarrassingly wishing he could dig a hole in the ground with his toes and hide in it.

(End of this chapter)