Let you teach, you play games with the worst class?

Although there are still some parents who are dissatisfied and strongly demand that Ren Yan be kicked out of the teaching team, but in terms of numbers, they no longer have an overwhelming advantage.

The customer service staff in the customer service department can handle it completely, and they have also temporarily dealt with the storm of reporting.

But at the same time, these customer service staff also became very curious.

What exactly happened that made the leader of the director team take such a risk to issue such an instruction?

And it's so fast.

If this is normal, it will never happen.

......

And this time.

Imperial Capital Class Nine.

The culprit, Ren Yan, finally got up from the teaching desk under the alarm of the bell.

Then he stretched habitually, pulled out the USB flash drive, yawned and waved to the students in class nine:

"Ah~~, okay, get out of class is over."

The students in Class Nine looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Ren Yan's words for a while.

Under their watchful eyes, Ren Yan actually fell asleep until the end of get out of class.

This kind of psychological quality, they ask themselves, they absolutely do not have it.

But now, after class is over, you just get up on your stomach and leave, and you will make a big fuss with just one sentence?

This made all the students in Class Nine feel that something was missing.

"Teacher Ren, is that all?" Wang Bo asked unwillingly.

Ren Yan scratched her neck, half-closed her eyes and looked back at Wang Bo: "Otherwise? Do you want me to leave some homework for you?"

"No no no no~"

The students in Class Nine shook their heads in unison, and immediately rejected Ren Yan's proposal.

Originally, even if the teachers kept things like homework, the heroes of Class Nine would never have planned to write it.

But if Ren Yan stayed, they really had to weigh it in their hearts.

After all, Ren Yan is a wonderful teacher who dared to challenge Wang Bo one-on-one in the first class. Who knows what kind of situation he will face if he does not fulfill his request.

Some of them dare not bet.

"Then what are you asking, wouldn't it be nice to go directly to dinner after class?" Ren Yan gave the group of children a white look.

"No, I just feel that today's class is very weird..." The monitor replied in a low voice: "It's as if I didn't attend..."

"What are you talking about, didn't you play games in this class? Didn't you get in touch with the history of the Three Kingdoms?" Ren Yan replied, "Or are you saying that games are not fun?"

"No, the game is very fun, but it just feels weird. We usually sleep in class, and it's our turn to watch the teacher sleep. To be honest, it's the first time." After speaking, the corner of the monitor's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

I feel that the status of Class Nine has been challenged.

"Tch, what a fuss, as long as you have learned something, I don't care if I sleep or not." Ren Yan curled her lips: "And let me tell you, this is just the beginning, and our future classes may be even weirder."

This sentence Ren Yan is not just for a mouthful, but he really has a plan in his heart.

Today, after seeing the reaction of the students in Class Nine to Swallowing Heaven and Earth, I am even more convinced of his idea. The students in Class Nine are definitely not suitable for ordinary teaching methods.

You must guide them by yourself and activate their interest, otherwise everything will be useless.

Moreover, Ren Yan already has a rough idea in mind for the future education method, but the prerequisites for realizing these ideas have not yet been realized.

"Stranger?" Hearing what Ren Yan said, the students in Class Nine couldn't help but have some expectations.

But these are only limited to boys, as girls are a little unhappy.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter whether Mr. Ren is eccentric or not, the important thing is that you must not be so biased next time!" Xia Yue said dissatisfied with her mouth pouting.

Hearing this, Ren Yan was confused: "Civilization? Why am I biased?"

"You only make games that boys like to play, and you never think about us girls, and you say you are not partial?" Another girl replied immediately.

The other girls nodded frantically, and their small eyes were like looking at Chen Shimei who had let her down.

It made Ren Yan shiver for no reason.

I can only guarantee that such a thing will never happen a second time!

Then, taking advantage of the students not paying attention, he quickly slipped out of Class Nine.

When the students came to their senses, Ren Yan had completely disappeared.

Chapter 33 The Voice of a Broken Heart 【Seek further reading, recommendation, monthly pass】

On the way, Ren Yan began to think.

Why do girls think games are not fun?

Recalling the many details in Devouring Heaven and Earth, Ren Yan suddenly understood after a while.

At that time, the main users of this devouring world were boys, but it was an absolute game for straight men of steel.

When I made it at the time, I only considered the Three Kingdoms story contained in it, and did not consider other details.

Thinking about it this way, I was a little ill-considered.

So, what games do girls like?

Ren Yan fell into memory again.

As he recalled, one game after another appeared in his mind.

What about X and the producer, what about XX Nuannuan, what about XX glory....

These games quickly filled Ren Yan's mind, and after a series of brief analysis, Ren Yan came to a conclusion.

Well, what girls like are either handsome guys who change clothes, or heavy socializing.

We can't make heavy social games for the time being, but we can change into handsome guys. Isn't this kind of game easy to grasp with our current art foundation?

Art games, whoever said that can't seem like it!

And now I still have ready-made semi-finished products, adding a function, isn't it just a rush?

Ren Yan had an idea in her mind and just returned to the office.

In the office, there are a lot of teachers, either they are complaining about students with their colleagues, or they are eating lunch on the sidelines.

Although the school also has a cafeteria, the teachers who have been there are a little insensitive to that place, and it is far less comfortable to bring their own lunch.

Some time ago they heard that the cafeteria has launched a new delicacy called sweet and sour lychee, let alone the taste, just the name and the combination.

It reminded them of the fear of being dominated by the school when they were in school, so under normal circumstances teachers would not go to the cafeteria after being beaten to death.

Students also like to order some takeaways, so the school cafeteria can only barely maintain it at present.

After seeing Ren Yan coming in, all the teachers greeted Ren Yan one after another, and Ren Yan returned the greeting politely.

During the period of being a participating teacher, these colleagues of mine are definitely friendly, and they have never looked down on me. Sometimes they even feel worried about themselves, which makes Ren Yan feel very relieved.

Finally, the messy intrigue that happened in the previous period of working as a worker did not happen.

As soon as Ren Yan got into his seat, Enke in the opposite row turned around and shook his small spoon at Ren Yan.

"Today's fried rice is still as delicious as ever."

"As long as it's delicious, it proves that I'm innocent and I'm not fooling you." Ren Yan nodded and opened her lunch box.

"Well, that's true." Anke also nodded, and then asked: "However, what's the matter with this soup, I don't remember that I have ever bought soup from you."

While talking, he pointed to the winter melon ribs soup.

Ren Yan scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it into her mouth: "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

"of course."

"Because I feel somewhat guilty." Ren Yanming calmly took another bite of the fried rice.

"Guilty? Ah, you still feel guilty? Tell me, why are you sorry for me?" Anke asked exaggeratedly.

It aroused the curiosity of the surrounding teachers, and they looked here secretly.

There are some rumors on the Internet that Anke and Ren Yan have that kind of relationship. Is this rumor true?

At this moment, the teachers found that their lunch was even more delicious. Sure enough, gossip is the best food artifact!

Ren Yan rolled her eyes at Anke: "The cost price of a serving of egg fried rice is 3 yuan. I tearfully earned you 3 yuan for a serving. I couldn't bear it, so I decided to add a little variety to your lunch."

"Wow, you are such a shameless person, you actually earn so much from me!" Anke's eyes widened, his face was shocked, and then he couldn't help laughing first: "But I think it's still worth it, at least This egg fried rice is really the best meal I have ever eaten.”

"That means you haven't eaten any good food at all. At the same time, you guys don't have any concept of money. A piece of rice is fifty, and only 'smart people' like you will buy it."

Ren Yan was unmoved and continued to eat her own rice.

I made a bit too much rice today, and now Ren Yan has eaten less than one-fifth of it.

"Tch, you are sometimes very annoying when you talk, do you know that?" An Ke pouted.

"You still need to say it?" Ren Yan answered.

Anke was speechless for a while, and lightly hammered Ren Yan with her small fist: "Then this soup is free?"

"En." Ren Yan nodded: "It will be very pleasant to have a little soup after dinner."

"Hey, then I won't be polite." Anke happily brought the soup back to his table, ready to taste it after eating the rice.

Then he turned around and smiled at Ren Yan: "Also, thank you, after taking the hot pot class with you last week, I gradually understood what you said about the 'experience', now Class Nine The students don't bother me at all, and they are very cooperative in teaching them, and I am finally on the right track."

"Oh, so, let me tell you why you seem to be in such a good mood today." Ren Yan smiled: "Co-authoring solves the problem."

"Is it so obvious?" Anke blushed.

"It's obvious, you'll be joking with me, you've never done it before." Ren Yan nodded.

"Girls are fickle, you have to remember this, or you will suffer in the future." An Kele smiled happily, thanked Ren Yan again, turned away, and continued to eat own lunch.

Ren Yan shook his head and chuckled, he found that after getting acquainted with Anke, it was easy to get along with.

There is no feeling of superiority that is said on the Internet at all.

I don't know if it's just her, or most of the stars of this era are like this.

After this thought flashed through his mind, Ren Yan continued cooking.

However, after taking two bites this time, the office door was pushed open again.

All the teachers immediately looked up, and saw the grade director walking towards Ren Yan in a capable professional attire.

Ren Yan looked at the other party curiously, but before she could open her mouth, the grade director told her why she came.

"Mr. Ren Yan, the principal has invited you to discuss a very important matter with you. Look..."

Talking and looking at Ren Yan's lunch, Ren Yan understood: "Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes." The grade director nodded.

"Okay, then I'll see the principal right away, lunch is available anytime." Ren Yan didn't refuse, and got up straight to go straight to the principal's office.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The grade director smiled.

"We are all colleagues. It is a basic etiquette not to embarrass each other. There is nothing to thank." Ren Yan replied, and then walked out of the office with the grade director.

But when she walked to the door of the office, Ren Yan suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Encore.

"By the way, you don't have any relatives to see you today..."

An Ke was taken aback: "What relative?"

"It's that relative, your mother's sister..." Ren Yan explained helplessly.

After Anke reacted for a while, she quickly blushed: "You, why are you asking this?!"

The other teachers also turned their heads one after another, the fire of gossip burning in their eyes.

Ren Yan spread her hands: "Don't get me wrong, I just remembered that wax gourd is cold, if you drink that soup under such circumstances, I'm afraid it will be even more uncomfortable, so..."

When An Ke heard it, her face turned even redder, and she muttered in a low voice: "I know, I know."

Then he turned his head quickly, stuffed it before his lunch, and poked the rice viciously with a spoon: "Damn Wang Wang, bad Wang Wang, you must have made this soup on purpose, I will stab you to death, stab you to death..."