Back in high school, I attacked my rival

"What did Qingyang call Yan Jiajia just now?"

"When did the two of them talk?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down, Xue Shen doesn't want to lose face."

Jie Qingyang pushed aside the table, and Yan Jiajia consciously walked away, not hindering good things, "Sorry, I just said what was on my mind, I bought these for you, do you like it?"

Today my wife put a little lip gloss on her lips, it was very bright and beautiful, he resisted the urge to kiss her.

"You?" Yan Jiajia looked up and sneered, "Is it because I didn't tell you clearly that I don't have a cold for you, and you don't let others chase me, which makes me very angry."

"What is good about others, don't take detours, I am your shortcut, the end of life."

Yan Jiajia was extremely speechless, "I don't understand what you are confident about. You mean I belong to you? We have only known each other for a few days, and we haven't spoken a few words. Jie Qingyang, are you stupid in reading and reading. "

"It's like old friends at first sight, it's love at first sight, I love you, Jiajia," "Nerd!" Yan Jiajia reached out and gently pushed him away, "I don't like you, read your book carefully, and class will start soon."

"why?"

"No comment, don't block my tablemate."

Jie Qingyang returned to his position with snacks in his hands. Beautiful women are hard to chase, but he has realized that it is useless to block other people's attacks. School flower-level goddesses are usually paired with school girls, even academic gods.

"Am I handsome?" Jie Qingyang stroked his naturally curly hair in the mirror, and said to Chen Junhe, "Squad leader, take a look, can I be a school grass?"

Chen Junhe was writing a weekly diary when he heard that the words were crooked.

"I think I can do it. I'm not crazy about my looks. I just look at the whole school. Is there anyone who can compare to me, isn't it, a primary school bully?" "Or, you can apply to the head teacher." Chen Junhe closed his notebook.

"Do you want to apply for the qualification of being a school grass?" Jie Qingyang gave up.

"Application and Yan Jiajia are at the same table. It's better to sit in the corner, which is more convenient."

"No, this will arouse her disgust. I didn't like it now." He lay down on the table and took out the textbook for evening self-study from before him.

Chen Junhe: I just said it casually.

Evening self-study is a geography class, with the original teacher. If they haven’t changed, everyone will take off their first level of defense and relax. During breaks, everyone excitedly shares their holiday life.

The geography teacher is an old man in his 50s. He is knowledgeable. He knows both astronomy and geography. His lecture style is immersive and self-moving.

In the evening, Lao Zhao took away the mobile phones of his classmates, sent them out during the monthly vacation, and explained his principles for managing the class. Every time he announced one item, everyone's face became a little bit shattered.

The school is determined to rectify the liberal arts innovation class.

This annoyed Jie Qingyang. Originally, he transferred to liberal arts because he wanted to be salted fish. The atmosphere of Class [-] was very suitable for him. It was undisciplined and at ease.

It's all right now, Zhao Tiandi is in charge of the class. After all, he has been in the science innovation class for two days. In his eyes, the score is everything. If you do well in the exam, you have to study hard and have a good attitude; if the score drops, I'm sorry to explain your time. I'm not studying, just wait for the punishment, it's a double torture of mind and body.

"Wow—" a group of restrained female students reflexively uttered surprised voices.

"My God! So handsome, so handsome! His looks are against the sky!" A group of enthusiastic and extroverted female students spoke directly.

"We changed teachers?!! Didn't we say that the geography teacher hasn't changed? Did we go to the wrong classroom?" The last group of girls were quite sensible but couldn't believe the reality.

"What's so handsome, it's just so-so," said the dying male compatriot.

"..." The uninterested group——Chen Junhe calmly glanced at the people on the podium, and silently changed the book.

Jie Qingyang is brainstorming how to survive under the brutal rule of Zhao Tiandi and how to embrace the beauty.

This wave was comparable to the enthusiasm of a celebrity meeting, which made his face heat up in fright, and he also raised his head.

"Hello students, this textbook should be a geography class. The geography teacher is temporarily busy, so I changed it to Chinese." He Zhixiu stood upright, gently placed the textbook on the podium, looked at everyone with a smile in his eyes.

Whispering underneath.

"Wow, is this a welfare gift from the school? He actually gave us such a good-looking Chinese teacher." "The words are so gentle. Look at his hands, they are so white and long, and his eyes are beautiful."

"You are so young, how are you teaching well? You just graduated."

"Didn't Lao Zhao say that the teachers who changed were all passed by him personally? Can just having a face do it?"

Looking at each other, Jie Qingyang quickly retracted it, and leaned over to flip through the Chinese documents on the table.

It turned out that everything was doomed, Yan Jiajia and He Zhixiu.

There is bound to be an intersection.

He Zhixiu turned out to be their Chinese teacher, even though he was only two months old, one second is enough for the love in his youth.

He took the opportunity to glance at Yan Jiajia, she was smiling brightly, full of expectation, maybe love was coming.

With no fighting spirit, misfortunes never come singly, Jie Qingyang's head was almost squeezed into the drawer, if it wasn't for that damned voice sounding from above again, he might just skip a class.

He didn't know what to hide, subconsciously, there was nothing he could do.

"My name is He Zhixiu, He Zhizhang's He, He Zhizhang's Zhi, Xiu of self-cultivation." He Zhixiu picked up the chalk and wrote his name stroke by stroke on the blackboard. Jump out.

Ben was still questioning, and the classroom that was full of discussions immediately became quiet and awe-inspiring. It is difficult to write these few words without practicing for decades.The geography teacher is recognized by the whole school as a walking calligrapher. Every time he writes on the blackboard, he is eloquent and eloquent, like a work of art, but compared with this, it suddenly lacks meaning.

Even Chen Junhe raised his head and never lowered it.

Jie Qingyang took out his head from the table, sat loosely, with his arms around him, and looked at it with disdain. What kind of self-cultivation is obviously a shame without shame. There is a relationship.

"I'm an intern brought by Professor Xu Jingguo. Professor Xu is currently busy giving lectures on the new curriculum reform in high school. Let me take over for now."

Let me go, Professor Xu Jingguo, a master of Tsinghua University, has been engaged in education for many years. He remembers that this is obviously the configuration of the science class. In order to improve the Chinese scores of the science innovation class, the school in the previous life specially hired Professor Xu to lead the science class. It's liberal arts.

"Meeting like this," He Zhixiu glanced lightly across the front row, "It wasn't intentional."

Did he look at me just now? Jie Qingyang restrained the inappropriate expression on his face. To be sure, he chased the gaze that had just passed away.

It's a pity that we can't catch up at all.

He Zhixiu likes to seduce students with provocative eyes, he's so fucking inappropriate!

A sanctimonious bird/beast.

Do things with the convenience of work.

"Some fates are predestined, and some are intervened by human beings. Our encounter is a combination of God's will and man-made. Although it may only be two short months, I will do my best to teach this class well and be responsible to you to the end. Thank you, students. "

As soon as the long speech was over, there was warm applause in the classroom, and they were all impressed by this man who looked very young, not a few years younger than himself.

He Zhixiu waited until the applause died down, and then asked, "Who is the representative of the Chinese class in our class? Can you raise your hand?"

"It's me, teacher, my name is Yan Jiajia."

This is an impeccable fate, "I also want to be the representative of the Chinese class." Jie Qingyang immediately raised his hand, he really couldn't stand He Zhixiu and Yan Jiajia's flirting, as if he saw the scene of the two of them having an affair in the future.

Other students also wanted to become one, but they didn't have the courage to grab it, so they set their sights on Jie Qingyang one after another.

Boys being representatives of the Chinese class are more satisfying for most girls than Yan Jiajia, probably because of jealousy.

He Zhixiu stared at him with interest, "Oh, I want to hear your reason, why do you want to do it, mine, class representative?"

He was stared at nervously for the first time, but he had to be steady on the surface, "I'm free and want to make some contributions to the class. It's better to leave the rough work of moving homework to us boys."

Not to be outdone, Yan Jiajia said, "I have been a Chinese class representative for a year. I have experience and can afford it."

He Zhixiu still kept his eyes on, and said seriously: "If you want to pass the time, you can be a class representative of other subjects. I don't care for idlers. Let the experienced Yan Jiajia continue to take over..."

"I just want to be the representative of the Chinese class, and I want to be your class representative. I can't do anything else, I don't want it."

He looked straight at He Zhixiu and let out a cry that he couldn't believe.

In any case, there must be no chance for two people to be alone.

"Okay," He Zhixiu smiled.

accepted?So simple?Jie Qingyang blinked unconfidently.

He Zhixiu withdrew his gaze and looked away, "Apart from Jie Qingyang, are there any other students who want to compete?"

"..."

Successively, several female students raised their hands to express that they would also compete for the representative of the Chinese class. The atmosphere intensified. More than a dozen students raised their hands, including three male students.

Jie Qingyang leaned on the table, "Squad leader, if you vote later, vote for me," Chen Junhe gave him a white look.

"Forget it, it's fine if you don't vote for me, but don't vote for Yan Jiajia anyway." In fact, as long as Yan Jiajia is not the representative of this Chinese class, anyone can be the representative.

"Aren't you bored, that's why you want to make such a fuss?" Chen Junhe couldn't help but said.

"No, no, I really want to be a Chinese class representative. If I haven't been one before, I want to try."

Chen Junhe still wanted to hate, but he held back, it was class time.

"Since so many students want to be class representatives, let's compete fairly and openly. Seventeen students are invited to stand up."

With the sound of the chair moving, Jie Qingyang stood tall at the first table, blocking a large area of ​​sight.

He was so close to He Zhixiu that he could clearly see the chalk dust on the left side of the other's face. This man had fair skin, and he couldn't see it from a distance.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

"I'll set the questions, and you answer them. There are ten questions, and whoever answers the most will win. The class monitor will record it."

Chen Junhe obediently took out the draft paper, "Okay."

"Teacher, what is the topic about?"

"It won't be too tricky."

He Zhixiu took a few steps back, picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard, then turned around, "Common knowledge of literature, it's not difficult, you can't turn the pages, and other students can't remind you, otherwise you will be disqualified directly. The first question, which of the following writers has not won the promise?" Bell Prize for Literature, A, Indian Tagore, B, American Hemingway, C, French Hugo, D, Russian Bunin."

The only thing that is a little familiar here is Hemingway. He has won it, and Hugo should have won it too. This person is very famous.For the other two Tagores, Bu Ning couldn't remember which Chinese textbooks appeared in them.

Yan Jiajia raised her hand first, "I choose D."

"I choose A."

"I choose D."

"I choose C" "..."

Jie Qingyang listened to the answers of other competitors, and summed it up, most of them chose D, so he also chose D, "I choose," "cough," Chen Junhe inadvertently traced a C on the draft paper. shape.

Jie Qingyang saw it. Although he hesitated, he still said, "I choose C."

He Zhixiu smiled imperceptibly, "The answer is C, Hugo. Congratulations to Jie Qingyang and Jiang Nian for getting the answer right. The monitor will mark it down."

Chen Junhe is awesome!It is worthy of the existence of the ceiling of the liberal arts, who would have thought that Hugo has not been obtained, it is too powerful, Jieqing Yangle has blossomed.

"Second question, which of the following writers is a representative of German ruin literature. A, Calvino, B, Marquez, C, Burr, D, Leo Tolstoy."

Chen Junhe drew another C on the draft paper.

Chen Junhe drew another D on the draft paper.

……

……

Chen Junhe traced an A on the draft paper again.

With the help of the overlord of liberal arts, Jie Qingyang is like a fish in water, and has won streak all the way like a hang-up, no surprises.

"Everyone applaud and congratulate the new representative of the Chinese class, Jie Qingyang." He Zhixiu looked at the energetic young man with a smile on his eyes.

He was greeting all the students with his hands, "You are welcome, I invite you to dinner tomorrow."

I don't know if he just wants to be tall, Fan Er can stand up.

Finally, he turned around, faced He Zhixiu, and bent slightly, "Sorry, I will be your class representative from now on."

He Zhixiu said, "It's me who should say sorry. I will work hard for you in the future."

"Should be."

The two smirked each other with their own ghosts.

Li Zhuo yelled from the back very face-to-face: "Brother Jie, you are awesome!"

Yan Jiajia was the most unhappy. After class, other students were gathering to discuss how He Zhixiu was so handsome and interesting, but she immediately ran to the front to settle the score, "Jie Qingyang, you are too narrow-minded, I just said Tell me a few words, as for grabbing my class representative?"

Wife, this is for your own good too. Be good, don't be mean to your husband, "I got it by strength, not by robbery."

"If you don't raise your hand, no one will follow suit. The representative of the Chinese class has always been me!"

Yan Jiajia's eyes were red, and she choked up when she spoke. She was so wronged that she kicked Jie Qingyang's chair, and then returned to her seat and lay down on her stomach.

Well, the crime is added to the crime. Today, not only did he rob my wife's class representative, but she also made me cry.Jie Qingyang looked at the little sister rushing up to comfort him, shook his head, it's over, and offended a bunch of unfriendly women again.

"Yan Jiajia likes Chinese very much. She is very good at Chinese. No matter how difficult the test paper is, she has never scored below 110." Chen Junhe also looked at it.

"What about you?" Jie Qingyang asked casually.

"Ten points higher than her every time."

Jie Qingyang turned his head, "I won't obey anyone, but you. Thank you just now. You really deserve to be a primary school bully. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to be."

Chen Junhe's mouth twitched, "You don't know the answer?"

"How could I" know the cultural knowledge that has been away from him for more than ten years.

"Every time you take the Chinese test, you are the first in your grade, and last time, you scored 138." Chen Junhe accurately spit out the number that shocked everyone in the school.

Jie Qingyang realized that Chen Junhe was not giving him the answer, but was confronting him with the answer, saying why the elementary school bully suddenly changed his nature to take care of him like this, and he was ready to collapse at any time.

"Copy it, I've always copied it before."