【GB】The CEO’s delicate bag is crying again!

He would lie on her lap, and he would feed her crispy potato chips, and she would feed him fresh fruit. She would take away his potato chips before he could finish eating them: "That's enough for today." You have to have enough, otherwise it won’t be healthy.”

Shen Guiyu pouted and watched her adjust the next movie. The two of them went out for a meal again, and when they came back, Shen Guiyu wanted to devote himself to tomorrow's classes.

This is their Sunday, a dull and stable Sunday.

After coming back on Monday, he was looking forward to what Liu Lei's parent-teacher meeting would be like.

He came to the classroom five minutes early. Gao Wen came over to ask about the next homework as usual. After he handed the note to her, a boy came up to ask questions.

He caught a glimpse of Liu Lei's eagerness to move through the cracks, but as soon as he finished answering the boy's questions, class started.

After class, Liu Lei mustered up the courage to come up with his homework book and put the question on the podium, but his sincere look was still a little stiff: "I only got one right out of five, and I did it continuously. I’ve written three articles, but only one or two are correct.”

"Not bad. This question is for today's English homework. Why did you do it in advance?"

Shen Guiyu patiently took him to the corridor and talked for a long time, and Liu Lei slowly understood three-fifths of it. This amount of knowledge was enough for him to digest for a while, and Shen Guiyu reminded him of what he still didn't understand. When I went back, I wrote it down first and then slowly understood it, and before I left, I patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

"teacher--"

Gao Wen ran up panting, holding Shen Guiyu's hard drive in her hand: "Teacher, you left something behind again."

Shen Guiyu was just wondering how Liu Lei had time to do English test questions. Today was full of subject courses, so he grabbed Gao Wen and asked: "What did you have in the last class?"

"Let's take Chinese."

This guy was doing English papers in the Chinese class, but when Gao Wen heard about it, he smiled and said that it was actually normal. The Chinese class was all about theoretical knowledge. After listening to 30 to 40% of it, he could read it again. There were already many people in the class. Few people do their homework secretly in Chinese class.

"I still think this is not good, Gao Wen. If they come to inquire about the content of the next English homework in the future, don't tell them yet. Every subject is an important part of your college entrance examination, and you cannot let any subject be a victim. .”

Gao Wen nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, teacher, I understand."

"But Teacher, there is something I have always wanted to ask you...Our school will have relaxation activities soon. One of the projects this year is word tug-of-war, but Teacher Zheng seems to say that our class is already relaxed enough, so we won't let We participate..."

Relaxation activities are held every year in the high school to allow students to reduce their psychological burden and relax and have fun.

The meaning of word tug-of-war is that each class sends someone out to say the word starting with that letter according to a letter. If it is the turn of a team and no one can answer it, they will quit. Each month, a different subject group is responsible, and this time it happened to be the English subject group.

"This... this kind of activity should be prepared for all students... The teacher still hopes that you can go, so I will go back and discuss it with your class teacher. Don't tell your classmates yet. Wait for my news."

He spoke to Li Yue, and before she could respond, he walked to Teacher Zheng's desk single-handedly: "Teacher Zheng, I heard that you did not sign up for this relaxation activity for Class 16. Although the child We are about to take the exam, but we still can’t miss this kind of activity——”

He walked out of the office door, and only five minutes had passed before he replied to Li Yue's message: "Teacher Zheng still disagrees. He doesn't value the opinion of a trainee teacher like me..."

Li Yue stood in front of the window, holding a cup of freshly made coffee in his hand: "Even if you are not a trainee teacher, there is no senior who can endure the accusations made by his juniors. If you change your words, maybe Teacher Zheng will agree."

"When you come up to someone like this and say what he's doing is wrong, aren't you questioning his ability? And you're saying this in a crowded place like an office... Just say it the way I do, with a gentler tone. , but it will take a while, you have to give senior some time to breathe."

"Then when will I say..." He leaned against the wall in distress, drawing circles on the ground with the toe of one shoe.

Liu Lei held the book and stood at the corner and listened to the whole process.

"Fucking hell, why don't you let us, Class 16, participate!" At this moment, Class 16 was already having a blast, with opinions on the class teacher coming one after another, and each wave of scoldings became more fierce than the last.

"That's right! Won't there be pressure on the bad shift? Look, the hair on our Wenjun's head has fallen all over the place. That Mediterranean guy knows nothing!"

Gao Wen was originally the only one who knew the truth, but she didn't know when the news spread all over the world, and there was more than she knew.

"I've known for a long time that this Mediterranean guy doesn't like us. The guy who worked as a teacher at the next-door high school for a few months has his eyes on the top of his head. I guess he bought lottery tickets to get into the high school?!"

"Although I don't want to participate in any activities, Zheng Yangyang Mediterranean won't let me participate. I will play even if I have to sharpen my head, and I still want to win first place!"

Liu Lei shook the table loudly, but inexplicably saw the group of young people quiet down. When he looked back, he first saw the fair-faced teacher, and...the one next door who was as red as a monkey's butt. Teacher Zheng.

"Are you rebelling now! Ah?!"

"Now is the self-study class. Is it for you to talk to yourself, entertain yourself, and brag about yourself?"

"Furthermore, you want to participate in this event. Look at each of you. Do you seem to be stressed and want to relax?! Liu Lei, stand up! Tell me what kind of pressure you are feeling!"

Shen Guiyu kept trying hard to give Liu Lei eye signals, asking him to endure it.

Liu Lei thought to himself, he is not a coward, so - he can't bear it! ?

"Tell me, teacher, I'm very stressed!"

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

"Report to the teacher! Wenjun is also under a lot of pressure. He almost has the same forehead as you!"

Shen Guiyu was a little desperate and felt that his palms were sweating for these students. As expected, Liu Lei was punished to write a thousand-word self-criticism and handed it to the class teacher, and all the students went out to jog twice on the playground.

Moreover, the head teacher named Liu Lei to participate in this competition, and he must come back with a championship.

He had obviously persuaded Teacher Zheng to agree to participate in this event, but just when he was happy, a teacher on duty rushed over and told them about the noise in the class.

He no longer dared to look at Teacher Zheng. As Li Yue said, if he was not a trainee teacher, he would probably have to run two laps.