Rebirth of military marriage: I married a handsome military officer

Seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Lanxi was about to enter the classroom, when a boy ran in in a hurry and accidentally bumped into her as he passed by Mo Lanxi.

Moran Xi was knocked to the side by a force, and her shoulder hit the wall. She touched her arm in pain. The boy who hit her was a little scared, "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Mo Lanxi raised his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him. Well, he had a childish face, but he wasn't as tall as a first-grade student?

"It's okay, just don't run so fast next time. By the way, what grade are you in? This is a first-grade classroom. Did you go to the wrong place?"

The boy originally wanted to confirm whether this place was for the first grade. As soon as he heard what Moran Xi said, he knew that he was in the right place.

"Xiao Lei, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and enter the classroom." Leis Nian's voice sounded not far away. When Lei Lei heard his uncle's voice, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He ran into the classroom and saw Mo Lanxi stunned.

"This, this is your nephew, only in the first grade?" Moran Xi looked at Leisnian in disbelief and asked.

Leisnian wanted to laugh inexplicably when he saw Moran Xi's appearance. He was wearing sportswear and didn't look like a teacher at all. He wouldn't be bullied by the students with this look, right?

He touched his nose and said: "Well, his name is Lei Lei. Although he is tall, he is actually less than 7 years old. He is usually a bit naughty. If he is naughty in class, just tell me and I will do it. Teach him a lesson."

She was almost as tall as her ears when she was less than 7 years old. It was really irritating that people were so different from each other. Moran Xi waved his hand angrily, signaling that Les Nian could go away. She calmed down her mood and walked into the classroom with her head held high.

As soon as Mo Lanxi came in, the class immediately became quiet. Mo Lanxi felt that his majesty as a teacher had been respected by the students, and he was very happy.

Just the next second, a voice sounded like five thunders.

"Sister, I already told you that this is a first-grade classroom, why are you still running in? Can't you find your class?" The little boy who was asking questions at the door just now spoke again. A group of children below heard that Moran Xi She couldn't find her class, so she immediately enthusiastically wanted to help her find a class.

"I, I...it's not..." Mo Lanxi didn't know how to deal with this group of brats, and there was a buzzing of bees next to his ears.

Hearing Mo Lanxi's stuttering explanation, a child suddenly thought of a possibility. He hesitated and said: "Sister, could it be that you are a classmate in our class? It's just because you stutter that you keep repeating the grade. Have you been in first grade?"

There was a deathly silence all around. Everyone felt that this possibility was very high. This sister was really pitiful. Only Lei Lei felt puzzled. The sister who was talking to him at the door just now was obviously not stuttering?

Molan Xi was surrounded by children. She already felt extremely embarrassed, but now a group of children thought she was a repeater? It was so terrible that she once again regretted that she was wearing sportswear today. If she were wearing professional clothes, no one would think of her as a student.

Mo Lanxi took a deep breath, and just when he was about to defend himself loudly, ah, no, it's proof, he heard a voice coming from the door: "Everyone, please return to your seats as soon as possible."

Les Nian stood at the door wearing a military uniform and said with a smile. The first-grade children still admire Uncle PLA very much, and they all returned to their seats obediently at this moment, but everyone is thinking in their hearts, this Uncle PLA is not their teacher, right?

When Moran Xi saw it was Leis Nian, he thought to himself why this guy hadn't left yet. Could it be that he had seen all his jokes from beginning to end?

She snorted at Les Nian and walked up to the podium. The students below looked at her in surprise. This sister was so awesome that she dared to step onto the podium in front of teachers from the People's Liberation Army.

Mo Lanxi didn't wait for the students below to react, and immediately introduced himself: "Students, I am the head teacher and Chinese teacher of your class. My name is Mo Lanxi. From now on, you can call me Teacher Mo. Now, please have nothing to do with me. Everyone please leave this classroom quickly, we are going to officially start the class."

The latter words were spoken by Les Nian, who was looking at the door. Les Nian knew that the other party disliked him for seeing a joke. He had no intention of embarrassing Mo Lan Xi, so he left with a smile.

After Leisian left, the atmosphere in the class became lively again. It was probably because Moran Xi was too small and did not have the majesty of the teacher, so everyone started chattering among themselves again.

"This teacher is too short. If I grow up in two years, I will be taller than her."

"That's right, I've never seen a teacher so young. She really doesn't look like a teacher at all."

Some students said timidly: "Even though she is small, she is still a teacher, and teachers have the right to punish us."

So a group of children were depressed again. Before coming to school, the adults at home had told them to listen to the teacher and not bully the teacher. Therefore, no matter how young the teacher is, he is still a teacher and must be obedient. But it felt a little awkward to listen to the little teacher, who was obviously not much older than me.

Lei Lei was tall, so he consciously sat in the back. When he saw the teacher standing on the podium, he remembered what his uncle told him last night. Well, he was indeed a teacher who needed his care. Thinking of my uncle's attentive appearance, huh, I must want to pursue someone to become my aunt.

Forget it, since his uncle still doesn't have a wife at his age, he will help me. However, the teacher is so young and the uncle is so old. Could this be what other uncles call an old cow eating young grass? Wouldn't this be bad?

Before Lei Lei could think about it, Mo Lanxi picked up the pointer on the podium and patted it. After everyone calmed down, he said, "It's class time now. Please stop whispering and pay attention to classroom discipline."

"Teacher, what is whispering? I have scallops (a vegetable) at home, but I have never seen whispering. Is there such a dish?" A child asked in a soul-searching voice.

Mo Lanxi was choked. He remembered that he was a first-year student and did not understand the meaning of this idiom, so he explained: "Whispering is an idiom, not a vegetable. Just like you did with this classmate just now, whispering to each other is an idiom, not a vegetable." To whisper in each other's ears together is called whispering."

"Then what if instead of whispering, we speak loudly? Does that mean we're not whispering to each other?"