Back in high school, I attacked my rival

Chen Junhe stared at him for dozens of seconds with colorful expressions.

"If you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, just ask me a question, and I won't do it."

Chen Junhe gave him a hard look, "You don't have to insult people like this." He turned his head and ignored him.

"I, no, insulted you, monitor," said Tiandi Conscience, but he did act like a Versailles just now, he didn't say anything, and he will prove his innocence in the future exam.

In the third period of evening self-study, the teacher usually does not give lectures and assigns homework, but it is not impossible to give lectures.

However, in the past, the female teacher played the video for the evening self-study of Chinese.

As soon as He Zhixiu came in, some students started to tease him.

"Teacher, what are we doing in this class? We have finished all our homework."

"Teacher He, can you play the video?" "Male god, male god!!"

"The new male god! Play the video," these liberal arts students change teachers very frequently. Newly recruited or intern teachers all come to the liberal arts class for experiments, and if they teach well, they go to the science class.

To the intern teachers who just arrived, everyone is quite rude, sometimes deliberately making things difficult, or directly digging holes.

Class Nine is different, they all praise the teacher to the sky, and then let the flow take its course and make demands.

Jie Qingyang can lower his face to coax and boast to other teachers, but he is not ashamed of others, forget it, and don't bow down for these five buckets of rice.

He doesn't deserve it either!

"Class representative, what's your opinion?" He Zhixiu asked.

Jie Qingyang raised his head quickly, slowed down for two seconds, and smirked, "My opinion is not important, what matters is yours, teacher."

He Zhixiu laughed a few times, and said to everyone: "Students, next time you must make such a reasonable request earlier. You won't read much in this class. Why don't you memorize the text? I heard your teacher Liao say, Most of the students in the class of Going Back to Lai Xici didn’t recite it, so after 10 minutes, I’ll order one and come up with one.”

He paused: "If you can't recite it, I will go to class from now on, and you, stand outside."

The words were light and lethal, and everyone who had just laughed at Yan Yan, who had a beautiful fantasy, was instantly slapped in the face by reality.

Evening self-study endorsement?

Did Class Nine memorize books?joke!

They didn't want the [-] points in the dictation of the exam, but they still passed the straight men in the science class next door.

Depend on the sky to eat.Teacher Liao said that it will be fine to maintain this state until the third year of high school.

The atmosphere in the class suddenly became gloomy, and complaints boiled.

"It's so late, who still accepts the leave by endorsing the book, who has any intentions!" The bastards behind Li Zhuo expressed their opinions first.

"That's right. In the past, our teacher Liao never let us memorize at night. We just watched movies. Our Chinese scores still crushed other classes."

"What age is it, who still endorses it?!"

"I don't recite it outside the station, anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't learn Chinese."

Jie Qingyang pricked up his ears and watched the play.

It's cool, if you know how to hate, you can hate more, he likes the scene of being besieged without shame.

He Zhi's facial expression did not change, his eyes were still smiling softly, "5 minutes have passed, and you have 15 minutes left."

Some students began to take out their Chinese books to read.

Some students are still stubbornly resisting, refusing to take out their books, and sitting like an uncle.

And cowardly and lazy, still waiting and watching.

"Jie Qingyang, do you know it? Come up when you do, and you will be the first to memorize it." He Zhixiu flicked his long legs, sat on the chair behind the podium, and pointed his finger at Jie Qingyang who was stunned.

"Me?" Jie Qingyang pointed at himself inexplicably.

"to you."

Hiss—he gasped, he couldn't even read it, let him recite it?

"No?" He Zhixiu raised his eyebrows.

What tone and expression is this?Others say he can't, no, he can happily accept it, but the one in front of him is ashamed to say no.

If you are a man, you cannot say NO.

Jie Qingyang ambitiously took out the Chinese book, threw it on the table, and still smirked, "Wait a minute, I want to review, okay?"

He Zhixiu nodded, crossed his fingers, and looked at him.

"Yu's family is poor, farming is not enough for self-sufficiency. Childish surplus room, no millet storage in a bottle, and capital for life, without seeing the skills. Many relatives persuade Yu to be a senior official. Take it easy..."

"You don't need to memorize this sequence."

Jie Qingyang choked up for a moment, and hurriedly glanced back: "Going back, come on, the pastoral will not return? Since you use your heart as a form, you are melancholy and lonely? If you understand the past, you will not be remonstrated, but you will know the future." It can be chased. It is not far away when I am really lost. I feel that today is right but yesterday was wrong. The boat is far away, light, light," "read yáng. There are notes."

Jie Qingyang glanced under the textbook again, "Oh, Yang, Zhou Yaoyao is flying lightly, and the wind is blowing and blowing his clothes. Ask Zhengfu the way before, hate the dawn of the morning..."

After reading more than halfway, his eyes quietly raised a little bit, still-staring at him!Is there writing on his face? There is still something, nothing but handsome.

"Nai Zhan Hengyu, Zai Xin Zai ran. Boy servants welcome, children wait at the door. Three paths are deserted, pine and chrysanthemums are still there. Bring children into the house, and there is a bottle full of wine." Why do you still stare at him, just stare at him.

ill? ?

"Teacher, I can recite it." A beautiful female voice came from far to near.

Yan Jiajia came to the podium with the Chinese documents, and was next to Jie Qingyang's table, "Can we start?"

He Zhixiu stood up, took the book, "Of course."

"Going back, coming back, will the wild plants not return? Since you use your heart as a form, you are melancholy and sad? Awakening to the past and not remonstrating..."

"Kun Ting Ke Yi Yan. Leaning on the south window to express pride, judging the knees to be proud, judging the knees to be proud," Yan Jiajia repeated in embarrassment, so nervous that she forgot the words.

He Zhixiu pursed his lips and glanced at her: "Yuan Rishe makes fun."

Yan Jiajia tilted her head happily, "Yes, Yuan Ri is making fun, thank you teacher, you are so kind."

Jie Qingyang: What a fart, if you can’t see me next to you, your mouth is going to go numb. It’s fun to be involved in the garden, and it’s fun to be involved in the garden! ! !

Now he really can't bear his wife being with this shameless person at all.

"Teacher He, I don't think she should be reminded. If she can't recite it, she should be let down. It is obvious that she has not memorized the words. You must be strict with us and not remind her."

Yan Jiajia was like a thunderbolt, her anger went straight to her forehead, but she was so embarrassed that she could only look at He Zhixiu.

He Zhixiu nodded, "The class representative made a lot of sense, student Yan Jiajia, then come back after you know it by heart."

"Okay...Okay." She returned to her seat aggrieved and sad, hating Jie Qingyang to the death in her heart.

Jie Qingyang kept muttering, "My wife, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's not be an example, you really can't be with Zhishi, he will seduce you, look at the way he looked at you just now, how ambiguous and disgusting .

"Has everyone memorized it by heart?" He Zhixiu patted the table with a ruler, and glanced casually at the class, "I'm here to pick people up now, because time is limited, students can only recite the first two paragraphs when they stand up."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, but they were still worried.

Don't point at me, don't point at me, don't point at me, please bless Guanyin Bodhisattva, and ask your ancestors to show their spirits.

"Who is willing to take the initiative to recite?"

Who wants to take the initiative to die with this thing!Jie Qingyang was only short of burying his head in his knees. He had just finished reading the full text. He poked at Chen Junhe, "Primary school bully, come on, memorize it slowly and delay for a while."

Chen Junhe stood still proudly.

"No one, then Jie Qingyang, the class representatives get up and memorize it first."

Fuck you shameless! ! !

Jie Qingyang moved his butt with difficulty, and separated from his dear little chair.

Looking at the shameless face of a coquettish bitch.

The classroom was as quiet as a cemetery. Everyone tensed up and memorized the text silently, not daring to lift their eyelids.

When I heard about Jie Qingyang, those stern-looking monkeys stared at the tall figure like a monkey, god of learning, that must be all right.

Some half-hearted people instantly let go of the strings, to appease their hearts that had just accelerated beating, and the two people in front of them confronted coldly for half a minute.

"No." Jie Qingyang didn't know how he opened his mouth.

He was clearly prepared to fall from the clouds to the bottom of the cliff and plummet, but.

After being reborn for so long, only at this moment he wishes he could be the 16-year-old self, the omniscient self.

Instead of asking questions and not knowing, standing like an idiot.

Taunted by rivals.

He Zhixiu didn't seem to hear, and remained still.

"I said I wouldn't. I didn't recite it."

He Zhixiu's usual good-natured expression changed, his cold eyes pierced Jie Qingyang's body like a knife, and he said sharply, "Get out! Stand outside!"

The whole class, even the uncles in the back, watched in disbelief. This teacher's wife is too bold. That's Jie Qingyang, Nangao Yishen, the sweet pastry held in the hands of all the teachers, who spent a lot of money from No. [-] Middle School. The god of learning who was snatched back, let him get out? ? !

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, this teacher is too reckless, isn't he afraid that Emperor Zhao Tiandi will talk to him the next day? !

Awesome, awesome.

"Can't you hear?" He Zhixiu leaned forward, calmly, "I told you to go out."

Get out and get out!Jie Qingyang glared back before going out.

It is much better for a man to bend and stretch, go out to look at the moon, blow the wind, and breathe the smell of freedom, than to stay in this dilapidated classroom.

What's so great about being able to endorse, if you have the ability to compare with me to make money, I just don't bother to compare with you.

He stood in the dark and windy corridor, looking at the dark night sky, feeling a little sad.

"Hey, brother, what are you looking at, it's dark, it's nothing."

Fortunately, there was Li Zhuo, so he also came out.

Not so sad anymore.

"I'm wondering why we need to endorse. When we work in the future, we don't need to memorize a poem before signing the contract." Jie Qingyang glanced back, and found that Li Zhuo looked more and more like an invisible person at night.

too dark!

Li Zhuo showed two rows of big white teeth in the dark, "I can't figure it out, so I didn't recite it. I thought that if he asked me to go out, I would quarrel with him, but seeing Brother Jie, you bear the humiliation so hard, it's okay." gone."

Jie Qingyang patted his shoulder, and when he was about to speak, another old man came out from behind, he was playing around, with two holes dug into the knees of his school uniform trousers, which was quite cool.

Children have good aesthetic vision.

But the hair is a little longer, and there are two locks on the top of the head.

"Brother Sao also came out to see the night view of Nangao, come here, I'll give you a seat." Li Zhuo leaned towards Jie Qingyang to make room for Brother Sao.

The student's nickname is really appropriate and practical.

"Brother Heizi," came out another one.

"Black skin!"

One after another, seven or eight students stood in a row in the corridor, and the originally deserted atmosphere became lively.

Jie Qingyang had a headache watching these sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers gathered here like Liangshan heroes, determined to be proud of not studying, and said to see who stood outside for a long time, resolutely refused to endorse, and would die with the teacher Knock to the end, whoever carries it is the grandson!

"I, Wu Yue, even if I jump from here, I can't recite a line of poetry!"

"That, you guys, Heipi," Jie Qingyang wanted to hold back.

Li Zhuo stopped the heated betting atmosphere and asked everyone to be quiet, "What's wrong, Brother Jie."

"I want to say, why don't we still endorse?"

Brother Sao sneered, "You recite it, you are a good student, of course you have to memorize it, we are different, Heipi, what do you tell him," someone echoed, "How does he understand that we are poor students, we are not from the same way. Just today Come experience the suffering of the poor."

A gorgeously dressed female boss put her hands on her hips, "That's right, she answered the questions in class last class very cheerfully, which made my sisters cry. She's not a man. Cut."

"I hate this kind of good student who loves to pretend the most."

Li Zhuo said, "Don't talk to my brother like that! You guys."

"Brother Huan, Heipi, you've only known him for a few days, why do you help outsiders like this?"

Jie Qingyang was confused by their talking here and there, the children were so active in thinking, he couldn't keep up.

"Do you think it's an honor to stand outside?" A neutral voice came from the door.

A slender figure pressed over.

Everyone fell silent and swallowed all their words.

"It's time for self-study, your good day is here."

Going to self-study means that school is over, but it is not good to be ashamed to bite the three words "good life" so strongly.

Then the gentle yet firm voice sounded again.

"I won't return tonight."

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