young sir

Let us welcome the following students with warm applause! "

"Congratulations to Min Yi, Class 2 (2012), who won No.8 in the youth group in the [-] International Sailing Championships held in the Netherlands!"

"Congratulations to Li Jiajia, Class One (6), who won the second prize in the National CCTV National "Hope Star" English Talent Competition!"

"Congratulations to Bi Ziyun from Class 18 ([-]) for winning the National Silver Award in the Youth Group in the National Violin Art Competition!"

"Congratulations senior year—"

"Bi Ziyun, I'm calling you!"

Still thinking about Fang Nan, Bi Ziyun was suddenly slapped by Song Huaishu behind him.

"……what?"

He gradually came back to his senses, only to realize that the students around him were all looking at him.

"Come on stage, go up and receive the award."

Uncle Huai quickly pushed him.

its not right?

Bi Ziyun thought to herself.Isn't his medal still hanging on the doorknob of the bedroom? Is it possible that the school can conjure one out of thin air?

Time waited for no one, so he had no choice but to walk out of the class line in a daze, and walked towards the reviewing platform.As soon as he got off the stage, he saw Fang Nan who was queuing up to go on stage.

Hearing Bi Ziyun's name from the vice principal, Fang Nan seemed a little surprised.Seeing Bi Ziyun coming, the teacher on duty quickly waved to him: "It just so happens that you two boys are the ones receiving the awards today. The taller one stands behind and the shorter one stands in front. Wait for the girls to come on stage and finish receiving the awards." , you go up again."

There were eight award-winning students in the audience, and the six award-winning girls went up first.After they all received their awards and took photos, the teacher on duty hurried over and patted Bi Ziyun on the shoulder: "Get on stage, it's your turn."

The two walked up to the reviewing stand one after the other. The students in class [-] saw the two fronts of their class, and they took the lead in applauding.

"Student Fang Nan, right?" Amidst the warm applause, Vice President Liu shook hands with Fang Nan kindly before handing him a bright red certificate, "I've heard Director Tian talk about you a long time ago. You still have to participate in the math competition, right? Keep up the good work and win glory for us in Gunan!"

After issuing the certificate to Fang Nan, Principal Liu took another step forward under the guidance of etiquette students, and stretched out his hand to Bi Ziyun: "At that time, I made a decision to recruit you. Xin, keep up the good work."

Bi Ziyun suddenly remembered that this vice principal Liu seemed to be present when he took the Gu Nan art special student examination.

He opened the certificate and found that it was empty, and immediately closed the certificate while Vice President Liu was not paying attention.

Good guy, it turns out that these are not real awards, they are just props for taking pictures with the school leaders.

"Okay, the two students look over here and take a picture as a souvenir."

The photographer in the audience gestured to the two of them to look at the camera.

Under the stage were [-] students from Gu Nan No. [-] Middle School, and he and Fang Nan were standing side by side.

Just before the photographer was about to press the shutter, Bi Ziyun suddenly said, "Fang Nan, why don't you laugh."

Fang Nan turned his head to look at him, the photographer missed the best shooting angle, and signaled them to take another photo.

Bi Ziyun looked at the crowded heads on the playground: "The last time we took a photo together, you didn't smile."

Fang Nan still remembers the scene when they took a photo together for the first time.

[Sweeping gangsters and eliminating evil confession clues, people without righteousness are in vain for young people.Gift from Zilin Road Police Station. 】The photo of him and Bi Ziyun holding the pennant is still hanging on the bulletin board of the Department of Political Affairs and Education.

The photographer raised the SLR to the two of them again: "OK, three, two, one—"

At the moment when time was frozen, the corners of Fang Nan's lips finally curved.

He really hoped that Bi Ziyun could know his heart, but he hoped that he could live a carefree life all the time.

He is slowly getting better.

Bi Ziyun is also slowly getting better.

that's enough.

Because, this is a good thing tutoring plan that he customized for Bi Ziyun and belongs to him alone.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-12-2523:27:03~2020-12-2620:57:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: w_ennn3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

53. Tentative

After the opening ceremony, all classes returned to the teaching building in an orderly manner.Before she had time to put down her schoolbag, Bi Ziyun was stopped by the math class representative.

"Network administrator, Teacher Wang asked you to go to her office and copy the courseware for the class!"

The class representative poked his head out of the door holding a stack of newly ordered exercise books, and shouted at Bi Ziyun in the classroom.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Seeing that class was about to start in a few minutes, Bi Ziyun took out the USB flash drive from the drawer and hurried to the grade office.

If the summoning of other teachers is in the normal mode, then the queen mother is in the hell mode.If he doesn't run faster, he will only be scolded.

Turning the corner of the stairs, Bi Ziyun caught a glimpse of a familiar person out of the corner of his eye.The man was dressed in black, holding a lesson plan in his hand, and entered the classroom of Class [-] diagonally opposite.

This figure makes people feel so familiar, it is clearly

Walking into the grade office, Bi Ziyun hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing Brother Pi. He changed the interface several times, and finally inserted the USB flash drive into the Queen Mother's computer.

Without raising his head, Wang Jin handed him a bound document on the table: "This is the content of the afternoon class meeting. I have a meeting in the afternoon, and I may be a few minutes late. Take it to the monitor. Let her get familiar with it first, and read it to the students in the class meeting."

Bi Ziyun reached out to take the documents, and cautiously asked the Queen Mother, "Then, is Director Tian coming this afternoon?"

Wang Jin: "Why did Director Tian come?"

"Ms. Wang... Isn't Mr. Tian the new head teacher of our class?"

"Director Tian? Who told you?" Wang Jin glanced at him.

"The director has been standing behind our class this morning, we all thought he was..." Bi Ziyun explained dryly.

"Oh, then you are really overthinking." Wang Jin said, "There are more than 20 classes in our grade. How can the teacher have time to guide you? The new head teacher of your class is none other than you, Teacher Wang. From now on At the beginning of the semester, I will be in charge of your class and treat you little bastards well."

"In the future, when you come here to copy courseware, be quicker. If the PPT is not ready when I enter the classroom, I will be the first to trouble you, Bi Ziyun." Wang Jin pulled out the USB flash drive from the case and handed it to Bi Ziyun.

Bi Ziyun nodded hastily, and was about to run away with the USB flash drive.

The Queen Mother's aura was so terrifying that he didn't want to be alone with her for a second.

Back in the classroom, Bi Ziyun quickly copied the PPT to the computer, ran down from the podium, and ran straight to Fang Nan's seat: "Fang Nan, guess who I saw at the door of Class [-]—"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Nan picked up the pen in his hand, pointed behind him, and made a silent gesture to him.

I don't know when it started, Class [-] has gradually quieted down unknowingly, the eyes of the surrounding students all fell on Bi Ziyun, and they looked at him with sympathy.

Bi Ziyun turned her head stiffly, and found that the Queen Mother was standing behind her.

"It's been 2 minutes since class, who told you to stand in the middle of the aisle and yell loudly?" Wang Jin stepped onto the podium and put the lesson plan in his hand on the podium with a "snap".

"Teacher Wang, I—"

"Bi Ziyun, since you don't want to sit in class, you can stand behind me. I think your current position is good. There is also a blackboard for you to lean on."

Hearing what Teacher Wang said, Fang Nan couldn't help but glance at Bi Ziyun beside him.

Bi Ziyun walked back to his seat, picked up his textbook and pen, and stood beside him with a sad face.

Bi Ziyun felt very honored to be No.1 in class [-].

He leaned on the blackboard newspaper, looked at the black heads in the classroom, and fell into doubts about his miserable life under the rule of the queen mother for the next two years.

Since it was the first class of the term, the Queen Mother first announced to the whole class that she would soon be the new head teacher of Class [-], and then briefly talked about the teaching arrangements for this semester.

When the students in Class [-] heard the bad news, they didn't dare to express it in front of the Queen Mother, but they all wailed in their hearts.Fang Nan's deskmate, Rabbit, is usually most afraid of Wang Jin, and when he heard the news, he suddenly felt sad and couldn't help himself.Immediately, he took out a piece of draft paper from the drawer, and secretly began to draw the "Devil's Roaring" documentary photo series for the queen mother on the podium.

On the draft paper, the Queen Mother has horns on her head, her nostrils are breathing fire, she is holding two big flat peaches in her arms, and there is a circled dialog box next to it: "Has this decimal point been eaten by you?"

Bi Ziyun felt that the rabbit's drawing skills were good, so she couldn't help standing behind her and taking a few glances.Seeing the mantra of the queen mother in the dialog box, he bowed his head and started laughing.

Fang Nan had been concentrating on listening to the class, but suddenly felt that the back of his chair was shaking a little.He turned his head and found that Bi Ziyun was holding on to his chair to have fun, his chest was constantly rising and falling, as if he was trying his best not to laugh out loud.

Bi Ziyun pushed Fang Nan's shoulder, motioning Fang Nan to take a look at the soul painting at his desk.

Fang Nan didn't intend to talk to Bi Ziyun, he picked up a book from the table