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This little classmate has pretty features, why is he so unforgiving.

Tan Zhao couldn't help but go back: "There is no Chinese homework, and there are mathematics, English, mathematics, physics and chemistry. Are you done?"

"...Mr. Su, today is the first day of the National Day holiday."

Huh?Isn't today Sunday?

Tan Zhao flipped through his memory in surprise, it seems, indeed, hey, hey, it’s understandable that he didn’t know about the National Day holiday on the first day of wearing it.

"Hmph! You think the teacher doesn't know you, even on the last day of the holiday, you may not know how to do your homework."

Feng Xiulan was noncommittal and didn't say anything more.

The two left the alley side by side, the night lights gradually dissipated the darkness, not far away was the night market, full of voices, and the air was filled with the heady aroma of all kinds of grilled and fried food.

"hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Feng Xiulan still couldn't hide his shock in his heart, or he didn't quite understand why Su Jinglin, a Chinese teacher, was so familiar with fighting?Forget it, anyway, he is an irrelevant person, and he will be able to leave this city when he turns eighteen in two months.

They entered the door one after the other, and the night was getting dark at this time.

Tan Zhao didn't recognize the bed, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, National Day was indeed a sunny day.

The TV in the living room was turned on, but there was no sign of Feng Xiao. Tan Zhao sat down on the sofa and changed the channel unskillfully. When he switched to the Hongzhen set, it happened to be broadcasting the local morning news. It is said that the police received reports from enthusiastic citizens last night, seized an underground casino overnight, and arrested X and others, involving an amount of XX yuan.

Although the code was typed, Tan, an enthusiastic citizen, still recognized the simple signboard of the Aying Tea House.

"Huh? Student Feng, you actually bought breakfast for the teacher, how embarrassing it is."

Feng Xiulan twitched the corners of his mouth, if you are really embarrassed, don't eat it: "...just take it as a thank you for your rescue last night."

What he said had a bit of quack flavor, Tan Zhao smiled and didn't answer.

After breakfast, the morning news was over. Tan Zhao turned off the TV casually, and was about to go out to give himself a haircut. By the way, he changed a pair of glasses. He didn’t pay attention last night. When he got up today, he found out that the grade director had the same style of black-rimmed glasses. Cracked into a spider web.

In fact, the original owner's myopia was not serious, but as a teacher of the people, Tan Zhao felt that he still needed a pair of glasses.

"Student Feng, you said, is 200 yuan enough for a pair of myopia glasses?"

Feng Xiulan felt that today's head teacher was also very strange. It should be said that Teacher Su outside the school and inside the school were completely two people: "...200 yuan is not enough for a single lens."

Heartbroken.

In the end, it was Tan Zhao who asked Xiaofeng to borrow 500 yuan before going out.

To be precise, this is the second day that Tan Zhao came to Hyundai. He is still in the adaptation stage. He found a cheap-looking barber shop for a haircut, and went to the mall to get a pair of the cheapest glasses. Looking at the setting sun, I went back to the house of Xiaofeng, my classmate who was staying overnight.

Feng Xiulan heard the knock and opened the door: "Who are you?"

Tan Zhao touched his face: "Does changing the hairstyle make such a big difference? Student Feng, I'm your head teacher, Mr. Su."

"Liar!" Feng Xiulan closed the door with a bang.

In the end, Tan Zhao insisted on showing his ID card, which convinced the vigilant little classmate that he was really Su Jinglin, thanking Hua Guo for taking photos of his ID card with his forehead exposed.

"Are you really Teacher Su?"

Tan Zhao nodded.

This is too...bizarre, TV dramas don't dare to shoot so sloppily, Feng Xiulan looked at Teacher Su who was like an idol star in front of him, with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on his nose, changed into a high-quality suit, and directly I can play a gentle scum in a criminal investigation drama.

He thought about the weak Chinese teacher in the past, and suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"Isn't it good-looking? The teacher is thinking about changing your image on the occasion of the National Day. After all, you will have the first parent-teacher meeting in the third year after your National Day holiday. Don't you think so?" Tan Zhao said "shyly" Open your mouth.

"...No, Mr. Su, you have two faces at all?" Feng Xiulan finally couldn't help but speak out.

Hearing this, Tan Zhao waved his hands in surprise: "These days, there are keyboard warriors on the Internet, and who doesn't have two faces to be human? Chinese teachers are also human."

Can't say no to you, Feng Xiulan chooses to shut down the microphone.

"Student Feng, do you think it's inappropriate for the teacher to go to school like this?" As a "fake newcomer" who has just entered the modern society, Tan Zhao decided to ask the opinions of those around him.

Feng Xiulan looked at the radiant face in front of him, and said it was not good-looking against his will: "Mr. Su, your hairstyle..."

"Well, I don't know what hairstyle is suitable for me, so I asked the barber shop to cut a hairstyle that fits the temperament of a Chinese teacher, okay?"

"Teacher Su, as long as you are happy." Feng Xiulan stood up and decided to unilaterally end the conversation. This hairstyle is not at all a language teacher.

Well, he didn't look forward to the reaction of Teacher Su returning to school after the holiday.

Senior high school students are nervous about their studies. Teachers and students are racing against time. Although the National Day holiday is seven days, the senior three only have five days off. Tan Zhao spent the first four days adapting to modern life. On the last day, he finally took out the Roster, decided to get acquainted with his lovely future students.

In the second year of high school, there were 13 students in class 35, but in the third year of high school, five of them were directly sent abroad by their parents to study preparatory courses. Now there are only 13 students in class [-].

Among them, there are 18 boys and 12 girls.

Just like in Su Jinglin's memory, although this class is not many people, it is a combination of school bullies, school scumbags and ignorant second-generation rich people. In fact, Xiangzhen No. 13 Middle School is very famous in Hongzhen. , only a little worse than No. [-] Middle School, but the average grade of Class [-] is about the same as No. [-] Middle School, the worst high school in Shenzhen.

Well, why don't you just resign, so as not to mislead your children?

Tan Zhao looked through the student information, and Feng Xiulan was at the top. It’s terrible. Xiao Feng spanned three fields by himself, and his grades were at the bottom. He is a well-known lone ranger school bully in the school. Well, Feng's is a well-known old company in Hong Kong.

According to the information on the Internet, Feng's couple are in harmony with each other and have two sons. Therefore, Feng is a high school student, why does he live alone outside the school?

Tan Zhao put a question mark behind Feng Xiulan's name before continuing to look down.

They are all students, and the information is not very thick. It took Tan Zhao half a day to read it. Class 13 is a science class. Subjects, such as this, No. 13 Zhao Jia in Class 1.

Zhao Jia's grades can be ranked in the top [-] of the grade, but in the memory of the original owner, this brother Jia has a very difficult temper. He used to beat people in school, and the punishment on his body disappeared when he entered the third year of high school.

Overall, Class 13 is a very interesting class.

Tan Zhao was comfortably nestled on the sofa and finished watching. Feng Xiulan came back from the outside and was suddenly shocked by this face again, and subconsciously frowned.

"Student Feng, you came back just in time. You will go to school tomorrow. Have you finished your homework?"

"..."

The answer is naturally no. Feng Xiulan has already made a plan to leave Hongzhen when he is over to do his homework?nonexistent.

Tan Zhao didn't force it immediately, after all, the days were still long.

The night passed quickly, the senior year was very hard, and the head teacher of the senior year did not give in. Tan Zhao arrived at the school gate before seven o'clock, but before he could enter, he was stopped by the security guard.

It was also a coincidence that the security guard was the one who took him to the hospital.

"Teacher Su?" No way, the security guard felt that he was not too old to recognize people.

Tan Zhao pointed to his right arm: "Don't you remember? You sent me to the hospital that night. It was all because my hair blocked my eyes and I couldn't see the way. I cut my hair after I came back. Did I feel refreshed?" gone?"

"Energetic, much more energetic! Teacher Su, don't be so careless in the future, he looks much more handsome after cutting his hair."

The students who eat melons passing by:! ! ! ! !Our school has a handsome guy! ! ! !

This news seemed to have grown legs, and quickly occupied the No. 1 hot search on campus. Many students witnessed it, and it shocked everyone who was listless after the National Day holiday.

Feng, who knows the truth: ...

Since entering the school, Tan Zhao has been surrounded by people. Of course, they are all students, and they are quite friendly.All the way to the office of the third year of high school, I cut off my sight.

"Sir, did you go wrong..."

"Teacher Zhou, it's me, Su Jinglin." Tan Zhao smiled slightly, and the thermos cup in Teacher Zhou's hand dropped.

This is Su Jinglin? !

What a joke!

The students in Class 13 of the third grade looked at the smiling person on the podium, and couldn't accept this fact!I knew Mr. Su was so handsome under the black-rimmed glasses of the pot head...

"What's the matter? No one speaks?"

Dare not dare to say.

Tan Zhao looked under the podium, there were actually 25 people, and none of the small group of five people headed by Zhao Jia arrived. Feng Xiulan was lying on the seat by the last row of windows. He cleared his throat and said, "Since everyone is silent, then Let's clean up first, and the students in the back should not sleep, and after cleaning, we will choose a monitor first."

Everyone dazedly finished cleaning and then sat down dazedly, which gave them a sense of reality.

Fuck, their insignificant homeroom teacher turned out to be a handsome guy after he cut his hair!What kind of magical turning point is this? !

"Okay, does anyone want to run for class president?"

However... no one wants to be this Lao Shizi's class monitor. Feng Xiao is very heartless and only shows him his heart.

Tan Zhao pushed his glasses, and just as he was about to hold his respect, there was a jumping voice outside the classroom: "Brother Jia! Brother Jia!"

Zhao Jia carried a bag of breakfast and went to the door of the class in arrogance. Before he entered, he heard the voice on the podium: "Okay, we have a 13th class monitor, brother Jia!"