Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 180 Kite with a Broken String
The other party must not be able to read minds!
Rosie immediately avoided the other party's sight with a guilty conscience, lowered her head and looked at her nose, nose and heart.

I hope that the other party will feel bored after taking a few glances at me, and then turn away their eyes and stare at others.

The air was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

In those few seconds, Rosie felt as if a century had passed.

It feels like a light is on my back.

Without raising her head, she could feel that the eyes of the whole class were also on her.

At one point, Rosie almost made Rosie think that she had the aura of a heroine, that wherever she went, she was a bright spot in the crowd, and wherever she sat, she was a source of light, hard to be ignored.

"In my class, no one is allowed to wander off." The other party finally withdrew his gaze and said with a straight face.

Look, look, read minds for sure!Otherwise, how would you know why your mind is wandering.

"Don't look at me wearing glasses and think that my eyesight is not good. Some people think that they have the opportunity to travel to the sky in class. That is a big mistake. I can only say that you are far away You underestimated me!"

oh oh!You are amazing!

Rosie looked up at the other party in surprise, then grinned.

I just feel that this teacher has an interesting soul sleeping in his body.

"Let's get down to business, let me introduce myself to you." The other party smiled and picked up a white chalk, and wrote three strong characters on the blackboard: Zhang Jinlong.

The name is so earthy, Rosie complained silently in her heart.

"I am the substitute Chinese teacher in your class. Next, I have a question to ask everyone." He pretended to be mysterious, and after everyone showed puzzled expressions, he smiled with satisfaction, "This question is , you have learned Chinese for so many years, who can tell me what Chinese is?"

The whole class began to whisper and whisper.

"Who knows, you can stand up and tell everyone." When the teacher saw that the students were so actively discussing the questions he raised, the teacher couldn't help but perked up. After adding, he took off his coat and put it on Lean over the back of a chair.

Then, while holding the sleeves of his gray-blue shirt, he walked through the aisle and approached a cute girl with thin yellow hair and a ponytail.

"Li Mei, have you guys come up with the result of your discussion?"

There was a blush on the fair face of the girl named Li Mei, she stood up quickly, smiled shyly, and replied in a low voice: "The answer hasn't been discussed yet."

Seeing Rosie frowned, she just felt very upset.

Cut, contrived!

She didn't know what she was doing and who she was targeting, she only knew that she was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.

I don’t know where this discomfort comes from or how to describe it.

Anyway, it's a heartache.

"Okay, it seems that everyone has discussed it for a long time, but there is no result. Sit down, Li Mei," she said, waving her hand at her, then turned around and walked towards the podium, and continued, "Take your class notes. Take it out, listen carefully, and memorize carefully.”

Rosie lowered her head and rummaged through the desk frame for a long time, and found a somewhat worn-out notebook, put it on the desk and opened it.

This is the notebook of the original owner's elementary school, and some messy things are recorded in it.

such as:

The largest desert in time - the Sahara Desert;

The highest mountain in time - Mount Everest;

The largest fish in time - the whale;
Most Greenland in time;

……

All the records in the world.

Other than that, nothing else is written in it.

Turning to the blank space at the back, Rosie picked up the pen, and like everyone else, looked up at the confident man standing on the podium, waiting for his wonderful words.

"Chinese is the collective name of language and writing. Language is divided into oral language and written language. Oral language refers to what we say every day; written language refers to expressing oral language in written form..."

The other party's words are eloquent and eloquent, just like the surging river, which is continuous; like the Yellow River overflowing, it is out of control.

Rosie's pen and ink were done in one go.

Don't miss a word he said.

"Have you remembered everything?"

"Remember it!" The students lowered their heads, and while sketching desperately, they all replied weakly in unison.

"Well, just write it down. In the future, don't be asked what Chinese is, and you will be at a loss." Teacher Zhang sat on the chair, glanced at Li Mei lazily, and teased pointedly .

The girl just bowed her head in shame. If the table frame was big enough, Rosie thought she would squeeze her head into the table frame.

What a lovely ostrich.

Rosie's eyes twitched, thinking to herself.

"Okay, stop the pens in your hands now." A smile flashed in the man's eyes, and he gave orders again as he sat upright, "Open your Chinese textbooks and turn to the classical Chinese text at the back, the chapter of "The Analects of Confucius."

"Shushasha..." The sound of turning the pages of the book is endless.

"Confucius: Name Qiu, character: Zhongni, born in the late Spring and Autumn Period, a famous thinker, educator, politician, and the founder of the Confucian school. "The Analects of Confucius" mainly records the words and deeds of Confucius and his disciples, compiled by Confucius' disciples and his disciples made."

"Then, let me ask you a question, was "The Analects" written by Confucius?"

Uh……

Just quietly watching you talk.

Rosie couldn't help curling her lips, wondering if this teacher was too smart and was treating the dozens of students in front of him as fools.

"no!"

Sure enough, everyone is not a fool, they all know it.

"Who wrote that?" The teacher didn't seem to give up, insisting on breaking the casserole and asking the end.

You wrote it!
Rosie squinted at the people on the podium, and felt that their questions were not nutritious.

"It was written by Confucius's disciples." A boy with a short haircut whispered back.

"Well, it seems that I have listened to it, and no one is distracted in class," Teacher Zhang said, oh no, Cobra took a deep look at Rosie, and before she had time to be surprised, the other party withdrew his gaze, solemnly Said matter-of-factly, "Next, everyone stares at the contents of the textbook and reads after me:

Confucius said: How wonderful it is to have friends come from far away! "

"..."

Finally, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Cobra teacher Zhang put away his sharp eyes looking around, said "get out of class is over", and then in the sound of "goodbye teacher" when everyone stood up, Shi Shiran took the lesson plan, got up and left out of the classroom.

"Wow!!!"

Without the presence of the teacher, the whole class became exaggerated, chasing after each other, and regained their normal youthful vitality.

……

Soon, on Friday, when I got up early in the morning, the girls in the dormitory were chattering excitedly, talking about what to do, what to eat, what drama to watch, etc. after school at noon.

(End of this chapter)