The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 145 The first encounter in front of the academic hall

After a pause, Confucius asked, "Who are the five members of Team A?"

Deng Yundao: "Long Aotian, Zhen Tiehan, Ma Ruoxi, Hu Feng, Huang Guangming."

Kong Meng couldn't help but gasp. In this lineup, apart from Wang Tong, all the top students from Zhiyuan Middle School are there!
and many more……

Kongmeng suddenly realized something was wrong: "You said that you asked five students just now, and four of them said they would abstain directly, but Long Aotian has been with me all this time?"

Deng Yun spread his hands: "That's right, so they all abstained!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

His face became even more strange: "But isn't Hu Feng your student? He also wants to abstain from voting?"

Deng Yun sighed: "It's because of this that I feel sad! You don't know, in order to help Hu Feng improve his grades, I had to give him 5 times the amount of homework that other students did every day.

When other teachers eat, I teach him to write compositions. When other teachers come home from get off work, I stay and supervise him to do the questions. When other teachers sleep late, I listen to him recite words...

Alas, during that time, I didn't even have a Sunday.

I have paid so much for him, but who would have thought that this kid would return his kindness and revenge... Forget it, let's not talk, if you talk too much, you will be in tears! "

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

He really wanted to ask Deng Yun, if you oppressed him so much, it would be interesting for him not to sap you secretly, but you still want him to support you?

As if knowing what Confucius and Mencius were thinking, Deng Yun snorted: "Mr. Kong, let's not talk about the second brother. Your students leave more time for tutoring after school than I do. I haven't seen you in such a situation!"

Confucius and Mencius felt helpless: Can we be the same?

I never forced any of the students to study, they all voluntarily stayed and asked me to make up lessons, and except for Wang Tong, the content of the others' lessons had nothing to do with the knowledge in the textbooks.

Of course, Confucius and Mencius would not say these words directly, because he knew that Deng Yun was just complaining, and had no other meaning at all, and he would be suspected of showing off if he said it himself.

After everyone had finished eating, they checked that it was almost time, and the group set off in a bus.

The National Youth Poetry Contest is held at the Shanghai Academy, which is a subsidiary organization of the [Ancient Prose League Association].

It covers an area of ​​nearly five acres, and the uniquely shaped building in the middle is called the Art Auditorium.

The auditorium is beautiful and resplendent, and can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time. It is also the main venue for this poetry competition.

Just after noon, a large number of students in different costumes gathered here. They either followed the leading teacher or walked alone. Although their accents were Mandarin, they had very different styles. Obviously, most of them came from all over the country.

A bus stopped at the entrance of the academic hall, which immediately attracted the attention of other students, because it was the first chartered bus to arrive.

As the economic center of the country, Shanghai is most famous for its high prices.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation here are all expensive, especially this kind of chartered bus, which can make other small city residents feel pain for several days.

In addition, there are not many people coming to schools in other provinces, so for most people, the most affordable is the subway.

For 2 yuan, as long as you don’t leave the station, you can go directly to any place in Shanghai. The only downside is that the nearest subway exit to the academic hall is nearly 1500 meters away, and you can only walk by yourself after leaving the station.

The bus door opened, and a young and beautiful woman stepped down with a burst of fragrant wind, and then her clear and sweet voice sounded:

"Attention everyone, there are a lot of people now, don't run around after getting off the bus, remember to follow me closely, if you can't find the big team, just go to the car and gather by yourself... Teacher Kong, you don't care about your students !"

Of course Zhou Qianqian got off the bus.

Being reprimanded inexplicably, Kong Meng turned his head helplessly, and saw Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan running under a statue in front of the academic hall.

Fang Zhenyuan hugged the leg of the statue and made a coquettish gesture, while Long Aotian stood aside, holding a camera to take pictures for him.

In fact, it’s okay to take pictures in a new place, but don’t forget that today’s academic halls are full of students. They come to participate in competitions, not sightseeing, and they don’t bring or have any photo equipment at all.

Comparing the two sides, Fang Zhenyuan and the two seem very different.

Shaking his head helplessly, when Kong Meng walked over and was about to speak, Long Aotian immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Kong, why don't you take one too? This statue is carved by Confucius, maybe you were still in the same family 800 years ago."

Kong Meng snatched the camera from his hand, then handed it to Fang Zhenyuan and said, "With your skills, people can be photographed as ghosts. Let Xiaoyuan take pictures for me. Remember, the pictures should be more handsome!"

"Teacher Kong!!!" Zhou Qianqian stood in front of him angrily and pouted.

Kong Meng persuaded with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, this is not a school, so there is no need to be so strict. I know what you are worried about. It is just that they will get lost, but they are not children, and they know how to take care of themselves."

"I..." After Confucius and Meng reminded her, Zhou Qianqian also knew that she was too nervous.

Ever since she found out that the organizers of the competition had amended the rules without permission, her pressure immediately increased. Under the scrutiny of gains and losses, she was at a loss, and even her students did not dare to breathe.

On the other hand, Confucius and Mencius were completely like normal people, and even had the mood to play with students. Is this why I am not as good as him?
Thinking of this, Zhou Qianqian also smiled: "Then you take a good picture of me, otherwise I won't be happy."

After finishing speaking, she said to the students behind her: "And you, each of you will take at least three photos in a while, it's not in vain for us to come all the way."

Seeing the sudden change in Teacher Zhou's attitude, the other students finally breathed a sigh of relief. Don't look at Zhou Qianqian's lively and cheerful face, but when she put on a face, even Director Liu Yi was afraid.

clack clack...

As the shutter was pressed, there were bursts of laughter in front of the academic building, in stark contrast to other students who were worried about the rules of the game.

Seeing that the tense atmosphere had relaxed, Kong Meng just put away his camera and was about to greet Zhou Qianqian to enter the museum when a clear girlish voice behind him suddenly said, "This teacher, can you take a picture for me too?"

Kong Meng turned his head and saw a girl similar to Zheng Miao standing not far away, looking at him eagerly with a pair of big eyes.

The girl's figure was extremely thin, her hair was sallow, and she was wearing an army green dress that was also full of patches.

If it weren't for the entry certificate of the poetry competition hanging on her chest, she might be mistaken for a beggar.

He was about to reply when a stern voice suddenly said, "Xiaodie, what are you doing..."

Then the tone slowed down, "This teacher, I'm sorry, this girl grew up in the mountains and hasn't seen much in the world."

The person who spoke was a woman who looked younger than Zhou Qianqian. Although there were no patches on the clothes, the color had faded badly. It should be some years old.

And her face was a little malnourished like that of the student named Xiaodie.

Although he was used to seeing the students of Zhiyuan Middle School in fine clothes and fine food, Confucius and Mencius did not look down on this teacher at all. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, since this classmate Xiaodie likes to take pictures, let's take two pictures!"

The female teacher shook her head and said, "No...don't get me wrong, sir, the main reason is that I don't have any extra money for you."

Kong Meng was taken aback for a moment, he realized that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something.

Raising the digital camera in his hand, Kong Meng smiled and said, "Money? I'm like you, I bring students here to participate in the poetry competition, and I'm not the same kind of businessman who makes money by taking snapshots.

So even if you cry and ask to give me money, I don't want it! "

(End of this chapter)