Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

Like a mountain lying in front of you.

He is doing his best and turning hard.

At 11:[-] noon, the bell rang.

After writing the last full stop in the box, the boy let out a long breath.

There were many that didn't, but he tried hard not to leave them empty.

Fortunately enough, he finally went through this process completely.

Concentrate on answering questions and think carefully.

In the end, just wait.....

Afternoon is mathematics and English, evening self-study is comprehensive.

Throughout the day, the rhythm is a bit suffocating.

Among the students in Class [-], there were some with serious faces, and some with few words.

But no one showed the slightest bit of depression in this atmosphere.

The vigor of youth and the murderous spirit in the face of difficulties.

At this moment, the two are finally completely merged into one.

On those test papers that smell of ink.

Each word is engraved into a book.

A line of writing becomes a poem.

No fear, no fear, no sorrow, no joy.

21:30 p.m.

On the night full of stars, the naughty moonlight is occasionally obscured by dark clouds.

"carry out an assignment"

Voices sounded in eighteen classrooms in the second grade at the same time.

The students who were awakened from the immersion finally had time to stretch their bodies.

ended......

It's been a long and stressful day.

it is finally over!

But why...

Feeling empty?

It took 21 days of preparation without sleeping and eating, and 504 hours of wholehearted devotion.

I don’t know how many math test papers I have done, and I don’t know how many English words I have memorized.

Historical chronology, geographic contours....

Everything, like eating and drinking, has become a part of their lives.

People often say that 21 days of persistence can form a habit.

But it has been 21 days, why?He hasn't shown up yet?

Why?We're still not used to it...

In the brightly lit classroom, after handing in the papers, the students of Class [-] were more silent than during the exam.

Looking out of the dark window, thinking about something that I can't get back to.

Inside and outside the building, two completely different worlds.

Somewhere on the trail to the left of the school gate.

A man in a white sweater with a hat buttoned on his head, tall and steady, was walking towards a certain teaching building at a constant speed.

An unburned cigarette was held between his fingertips.

When the night wind blew, the skirt of the jacket he had put on casually fluttered slowly.

Halfway through the walk, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the second grade teaching building.

Then there was a smile on his face.

He murmured as he quickened his pace.

"I'm going to come back if I pass the test. If I really get bored in the test, then it's not a matter of attitude. There's a high probability that I really lack something in my brain."

The man's voice was so soft that no one could hear it.

If it is true that walls have ears, the corners of a boy's lips will definitely curl up when he hears him say that.

Send two words in a joking tone.

"Proud!"

The students in Class 20 didn't know about the person they had been thinking about for more than [-] days.

At this moment, the distance with them is within a few feet.

Of course they don't know either.

This teacher has been full of routines since the first day he came to Class [-].

What has been done for nearly a month.

They don't need to know, they just need to know a little bit.

Give up, sometimes just for a better reunion.

Betrayal is just to get closer to each other with a new look.

......

21:40 p.m.

Lu Ze, who took off his hat and sat in the class director's office, flipped through a stack of test papers in his hand.

Looking at the unsmiling middle-aged man opposite him playing solitaire on the computer boredly.

"Hey Principal!"

The sound of the stool rubbing against the floor was accompanied by three simple words. The man panicked and leaned over to turn off the host.

He looked towards the door with an unnatural expression on his face.

In the next second, he grabbed the cigarette case from the table and threw it towards Lu Ze.

"Ge, it's not big or small! Even I dare to lie."

Lu Ze smiled heartily, put the paper on the desk, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case in his arms.

After igniting it, he looked at the class director.

"The level of this question is not bad. You have been bothering. In order to cooperate with me, the details are very realistic!"

The class director rolled his eyes at him and raised his hand.

"Fuck off, I'm annoyed when I see you. Hurry up and get back to class next week, and I really have to call the principal a few days later."

Without making a sound, Lu Ze walked up to the super director's computer and looked at the Solitaire interface he reopened.

shook his head.

"It really stinks...".

After finishing speaking, before the man could express his anger, he jumped up and ran out of the office.

In the deep night, I glanced in the direction of Senior Class 23.

Lu Ze, who was leaning on the railing, smiled.

All in all, he was very satisfied after reading the test paper just now.

At the very least, it can prove that the intelligence of the little bastards I brought is normal.

As for the rest, let time tell.

After tidying up his clothes, Lu Ze turned around and was about to go downstairs.

But the footsteps suddenly stopped.

Looking at the smiling young man in school uniform and cloth shoes in front of him, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The young man was calm enough, he just took two steps forward, chose a very casual posture, and leaned against the railing beside Lu Ze.

He glanced at the open space downstairs.

look back.

While looking at Lu Ze with deep eyes, he asked a question in a flat tone.

"Mr. Lu, can you play chess?"

Chapter 91 The Final Showdown, If I Have a Chance, I Want to Be Like Teacher Lu

"Mr. Lu, can you play chess?"

In the corridor where only the teacher and the students are standing.

The boy looked at Lu Ze and asked a somewhat nonsensical question.

Lu Ze smiled.

"Is it difficult to play chess? Of course."

"Then I really want to ask Teacher Lu a question."

The boy took out a pen from his pocket, turned it in his hand and spoke.

"How does Teacher Lu plan to end this game of chess?"

"I know, you have played a few very beautiful Jie, and the way you finish the game will definitely not be bad."

"Stop stop...".

Lu Ze cut off the boy by raising his hand, frowned, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"What are you talking about? What kind of robbery and what kind of ending?"

Hearing what Lu Ze said, the boy frowned.

"Don't you understand?"

"Nonsense, you don't have a word of human language, and you still want people to understand?"

The boy rubbed his forehead helplessly, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"Uh, Mr. Lu, didn't you say you can play chess? What I'm talking about is Go......".

"I said checkers!"

Lu Ze took a puff of cigarette and replied carelessly.

"Forehead......".

Looking at the boy who was speechless again in front of him, Lu Ze felt a little funny, and was not going to tease him anymore.

"You're interested in how I end up, and I'm also interested in how you end up."

"What do you think? Detective Song...or? Actor Song?"

The boy's gaze was still calm when Lu Ze said Detective Song.

However, when he heard the "Song Yingdi" in the second half of the sentence, there was a sudden flicker.

"Mr. Lu...why do I suddenly not understand?"

"Stop pretending!"

In the dark night, Lu Ze raised his hand and extinguished the cigarette on the railing.

"Tell me, when did you find out?"