Apocalypse Paradise

"Come in!" Yan Qing looked at the people outside the door.

"Find an empty seat and sit down first!"

There are no seats in the front row, and there are not many seats left in the back row, except for a few seats in the middle and behind.

Eight people sat down at a nearby table.

Written in neat chalk on the blackboard, "Yan Qing, Bishop Chinese Language, Class Teacher, Phone Number 176...3358"

Yan Qing looked at the time and it was already eight o'clock!

"Okay, classmates, be quiet. We are all high school students. I won't talk too much about some things. My personal introduction is on the blackboard."

"Now the off-duty cadres are tentatively determined based on the transcripts. If you don't want to be the cadre, please explain to me the reasons and you will be replaced."

"No.1 Pu Xueyang, squad leader.

No.2 Li Qin, deputy squad leader.

No.3 Zhu Linlin, deputy squad leader..."

"As for why the time is tentative, I believe everyone has their own advantages. Some people may be good at management but a little worse at learning, but this takes time and we need to get along for a while to see it. After the first monthly exam, we will have An election determines the candidates for the final class cadres. Results are still a very important reference."

"I hope everyone will stop putting the cart before the horse! Class cadres are mainly for the better development of the class rather than using their power at will. If someone uses their position to engage in campus bullying, I will never tolerate it. Do you understand?"

"Now roll call..."

"I know it's hard for everyone to remember their classmates in one night, but you have to remember Class 35, so the following is a free discussion session. The class leader will come up to maintain order and don't make too much noise."

Yan Qing quickly left the classroom and then walked through the corridor to another building. He still had the same opening remarks. He only led two classes this year, one fast class and one slow class.

"Teacher, I don't want to be the monitor!" Su Qing stood up and said flatly.

"Okay, substitution in order."

"Teacher, I don't want to be the English class representative." A young man with hair that almost covered his eyes stood up. His figure was a little thin, but his words were extremely firm.

"Okay, substitute."

After finally arranging the class committee affairs, Yan Qing still scratched his head, "The city's number one scholar, a well-connected household, a boy who specializes in subjects, special admissions."

There is a long way to go!

While Yan Qing was looking through student information, Su Qing had already figured out the details of each teacher in the first high school.

She quite admired the head teacher, who led four classes by himself and was rated as an outstanding teacher almost every year.

"Qingqing, why don't you become the squad leader?"

"It's a delay, I'm not an official fan!"

High school life begins!

It's no different from before, except that the place has been changed, there are new classmates, there are new teachers, and the things taught are a little more complicated.

Everything has changed, but it seems to have stayed the same.

I still wake up at around five o'clock, go to morning reading at 06:30, finish school at 11:30, have lunch break at 01:30 and start class at 05:30, finish school at 06:30, start class at [-]:[-], and finish my evening self-study at [-]:[-].

If you meet a teacher whose lectures are interesting, you will definitely be quite happy!

Most students are still struggling in the boring sea of ​​knowledge for the glimmer of hope of crossing the college entrance examination gantry.

"I didn't expect that we would have the same class teacher as the fast class!"

"By the way, there are quite a few girls in our class."

"I think Xu Youyou is the most beautiful in our class!"

"I think Zhou Mo is good-looking!"

"Hey, the first monthly exam is coming soon. After that, we will be ranked according to our results. Our friendship as tablemates is about to end!"

"It's okay, I'll take you flying. Then I'll tell you there's someone here!"

"Brothers!"

"By the way, Lao Yantou is actually Baiyun's uncle. I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply."

"Don't pour salt on Bai Yun. This kid didn't stand to listen to his Chinese class."

Yan Qing's blatant "preference" is really not something ordinary people can afford. In every Chinese class, two people are selected to recite ancient poems. The first one must be Yan Yunbai. Even if he passes, he still wants to help the students who are sleepy in class. To refresh his mind, he would definitely have Yan Yunbai operated on and his back again.

Therefore, few people in the class gossip about Yan Yunbai.

As soon as Yan Yunbai stood up, the other students were like meerkats who had received the signal and immediately became vigilant and listened attentively to the lecture.

Of course, in order to soothe Yan Yunbai's injured heart, Yan Qing would often call him to the office to enlighten him. Yan Yunbai remembered his uncle's kindness and was willing to cooperate. He just stood there for a while!

The physical education teacher of the first high school does not often get sick. Instead, he takes the students for a run with a vigorous look, teaching them some warm-up and relaxation exercises to prevent them from various problems caused by sitting for a long time.

Gradually, Yan Yunbai fell in love with the feeling of running. Every time he went to the playground for self-study in the evening, he would run a few laps on the playground to work up a sweat.

After running at first, my legs and buttocks were sore the next morning. Later, I asked my physical education teacher and found out that I need to stretch after exercise.

At first, there were people in the dormitory who would follow him for two or three laps, but as time went by, only Yan Yunbai was left.

However, after the evening self-study, there were also many people on the playground, including people playing basketball and young couples blowing the evening wind.

Of course, there is also the director who hides behind his back with a flashlight and suddenly flashes his eyes in a dazzling way, "Hey, what are you doing? What shift do you belong to?"

This trick broke up many couples as soon as it came out. Of course, there are also some who have clearly written a promise but are still secretly in love.

It's normal for Mu Ai to be young, and Yan Qing has been there before, but he knows that love has certain dangers for a group of students who have not yet developed a sound outlook on life.

Yan Qing's method of breaking up lovers is never to beat them up, but to reason with them and move them with emotion.

"Baiyun, here you go running again!"

"Well, I just finished running."

Yan Qing didn't ask him if he had found any young lovers, but it would be difficult for Yan Yunbai to ask.

On the other hand, when Yan Yunbai passed by the young couple, he would secretly remind the director that he was here, and he would take it to heart, and after whispering for a while, they would go back to the dormitory. Of course, there would also be those who didn't care, and Yan Yunbai would not be a bad person.

Yan Yunbai, who was stretching on the horizontal and parallel bars nearby, saw his uncle urging a young couple toward a well-lit area on the basketball court.

"Hey, you brat, how dare you run!" The boy ran away without looking back, obviously a coward.

Looking at the girl with an incredible look on her face, Yan Qing softened her expression and wanted to comfort her.

"Jiang Zhenghuan, you bastard!"

"Oh!" The entire basketball court fell silent for a brief moment amid the angry voice.

“Dude is going to be famous!”

"Ah, Lao Jiang!"

"Damn it, he seems to be from our class."

"Who is that woman?"

"I didn't see his face clearly, but I heard Lao Jiang say that he is chasing a girl from Class 34 recently." The boy clapped his hands on the basketball and sold out his classmates.