Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

Jiang Lai teaches natural science, Lu Zhou teaches physical education, Li Wei teaches art, Zhen Zhen teaches music, Chen Gongxun teaches Chinese, Meng Fanchen teaches English, Yao Dong teaches social life, and Hu Zhiguo teaches mathematics.

The content that each person needs to teach is temporarily determined by themselves.

Jiang Lai noticed that although the children listened to Xingwang's words and kept applauding and welcoming him, the emotions revealed in their eyes did not seem to be a happy welcome.

"Teacher, let's go to the classroom." Xingwang suddenly said.

For some reason, his voice didn't sound as enthusiastic as before, and even his expression became a little eerie.

Jiang Lai touched his nose and thought to himself, the reason why children always act up is obviously because they are given too little homework.

After she officially takes up the job, if she assigns more homework to these little ones, I believe they will become much more well-behaved.

Just as she started planning the assignments in her mind, Xingwang had already taken the lead and walked into the classroom.

He reached out and pushed open the creaking old wooden door.

Along with the sound of the wooden door creaking open, a scent of old books and ink wafted in the air, as if taking one through time and space in an instant.

The wooden tables and chairs squeak in the wind, as if telling stories of the past.

There were some unclear chalk marks on the blackboard, like traces left by someone who left in a hurry.

The windows were closed tightly, and occasionally a faint sunlight shone through the cracks, shining on the broken desks and chairs. The spots of light swayed in the wind, as if something was peeking at them from behind the curtains.

An old clock on the wall was still functioning normally! It kept ticking there, as if every tick was hitting the heart, making people feel a little uneasy.

The door leading to the backyard on the other side of the classroom is even more eerie.

There was an old door knocker hanging on the door, and it seemed that it would make a creepy squeak every time it turned.

In this almost forgotten space, there seems to be some unknown secrets hidden.

Whenever the wind blows, the bamboo curtains hanging above the windows will sway gently in the wind, as if something is peeking through the window, making people feel a chill rising up their spine.

This village middle school, which has been around for who knows how many years, this old building that has been forgotten by time and the outside world, appears even more bizarre and mysterious in the dim light, as if it hides unknown secrets, waiting for those who break into this world to unveil its mysterious veil.

Jiang Lai simply ignored the strong discomfort that this classroom brought to her, and said to Xingwang and the others: "Ah, this classroom is quite clean. You have cleaned it before, right? You are really a group of good kids who like to work."

For some reason, after hearing what she said, the children, led by Xingwang, showed that fleeting distorted expression on their faces again.

"Then let's start the class right away!" Jiang Lai said.

"Wait a moment!" Xingwang hurriedly spoke up to stop them, "Teacher, our parents go out to work on the farm very early every morning. We also eat breakfast very early. It's already 9:30 in the morning, and we're a little hungry. I wonder if the teachers can cook for us."

Jiang Lai:? ? !

The development of this matter seems to have gone astray!

She remembered that she came here to teach, not to do housework.

Just as the players were looking at each other in bewilderment, Xingwang had actually walked over very quickly and grabbed Niu Lingling, who had had a very low presence since early this morning, and pulled her towards another house next to the classroom that was twice the size of the classroom.

"what!"

Niu Lingling was startled by Xingwang's sudden pull and subconsciously let out a terrified scream.

However, the scream was only halfway through when Xingwang, who was pulling Niu Lingling forward, turned around and glared at her back.

Niu Lingling was frightened once again and could only swallow back the half of her scream that she hadn't had time to utter, leaving only the other half that echoed in the air. The lingering sound of the scream seemed extremely strange.

"Follow me, the kitchen and cafeteria are over here."

Xingwang, who was leading the way, turned around and looked at Jiang Lai and the others and said to them.

At this time, Jin Feng, the youngest girl, ran over, grabbed Jiang Lai's hand, and asked in a soft and tender childish voice: "Teacher, can you cook?"

Before Jiang Lai had the time to answer the little girl's question, Xingwang reached out and pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

Inside the wooden door, there was actually two large rooms divided on the left and right.

The area on the left occupies two-thirds of the entire house. Clean tables and chairs are neatly arranged inside, and there are several pots of green plants on the windowsill. It is a restaurant that can accommodate fifty or sixty people for dinner.

The area on the right, which occupies one-third of the area, is a very large kitchen.

In the kitchen, there are not only chicken, duck, fish, meat, fresh fruits and vegetables, but also a full range of ingredients, as well as pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The kitchen is cleaner and tidier than the classroom.

There was no debris on the spacious ground, the floor was wiped clean and shiny, and the walls were covered with white tiles. Under the light, it looked very clean and tidy.

There is a huge stove in the middle of the kitchen, and on the wall in front of the stove are various pots and pans of different sizes hanging.

Seeing the fresh ingredients in the kitchen and thinking about the rosy-cheeked children and their pale and skinny parents, Jiang Lai felt that the situation here was becoming more and more weird.

Such a large kitchen and the ingredients inside it seem out of place with the entire Pingguling Village, and there is a strange sense of incongruity everywhere.

She touched her nose and thought to herself, could it be that... the class she taught here was not a regular class, but... a New Oriental student class? !

Jiang Lai let her thoughts run wild, while the little girl beside her was still holding her hand and asking questions.

"Teacher, can you cook?"

"Oh, I can." Jiang Lai said with a smile, "I am best at cooking meals suitable for children."

Every time she made delicious food for their little boy Jixiang, Jixiang would eat it with great relish and be very happy.

After hearing this, the little girl's eyes lit up with joy.

"Really? Really? Then I must try it later!"

"You'll get a taste of it if you get a chance."

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