Fast Transmigration: This villain is not simple

At 45:[-], Nie Zhiyuan was enjoying herself watching a drama when suddenly a student came to her.

"Ms. Nie." A girl with a ponytail came over, "The math teacher said he was in a hurry, can you move the afternoon music class to the next one?"

"Oh, yes, what class are you in?" Nie Zhiyuan looked at the class schedule and confirmed that there will be no classes in the next class, so she can change with them.

"Thank you teacher, we are in Class Two and Seven in Senior High."

"Well, okay, I'll be there in a while. By the way, turn on the multimedia, we'll use it later."

"Good teacher."

After the students went out, Nie Zhiyuan packed up her things resignedly and turned off the computer.

Originally, she had two classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon.As a result, the change resulted in three classes in the morning and one class in the afternoon.

"I'm leaving, sisters, see you later!"

"Good job!"

Nie Zhiyuan came to the stairs on the second floor with her bag and textbooks, and happened to run into Luo Yao.

"Ms. Nie? Do you have classes?" Luo Yao held the textbook in one hand and a stack of papers in the other, which should be dictation papers.

Luo Yao was very puzzled, the first two periods in the morning of the second grade were usually the main courses, it was impossible to arrange sub-courses.

"Oh, the math teacher in Class [-] changed a section with me."

"That's it, you can go there, I'm going up."

Nie Zhiyuan came to Class [-], Grade [-], and went in to see that except for a few vacant seats, everyone else was lying on the table and fell asleep.

This is the lethality of getting up early!

Nie Zhiyuan gently placed the bag and water cup on the seat next to the two sets, then went to stand in the corridor for a while.

From here, you can directly see the playground behind. Maybe no one is in physical education class, so there is no one else on the playground except the cleaning uncle.

"Jingle Bell."

When the class bell rang, Nie Zhiyuan sighed, turned and walked into the classroom.

"Wake up, class is on!" Nie Zhiyuan walked around the classroom and returned to the podium after all the students sat up.

"The math teacher has something to do. Let's transfer the afternoon music class to the morning. After 5 minutes of waking up, we will learn therapeutic music in this class."

"Teacher, can therapeutic music heal my heart that has been hurt by Chinese dictation?" A boy looked at Nie Zhiyuan with expectant eyes.

"Pull it down, Li Shuai, as long as you write silently in your language, I can score higher than you when I write with my feet!"

"Really!"

"It depends on whether your heart can be cured. If listening to music can't cure it, you can only find your Chinese teacher for treatment. After all, you have to tie the bell to untie the bell." Nie Zhiyuan heard the students joke, but didn't immediately Stopping it can make everyone wake up.She plugged in the USB flash drive and opened the prepared courseware.

"Ah..." Li Shuai leaned back indifferently, "My favorite classes are music class and physical education class. Not only is the teacher good-looking, but the classes are also interesting."

"Hey! Li Shuai, you're flattering again!"

Nie Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, then patted the podium lightly, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

"I said that classmate Li Shuai looked very pleasing to the eye today, so I ate candy in the morning!"

"Hahaha!"

"Okay, let's start class!"

……

"This year's changes in the enrollment requirements for sports students are roughly the same. Please go back to the coaches and distribute the materials to each class, and then start the sports student registration activities."

Jiang Sheng walked out of the meeting room with his notebook.

"Jiang Sheng, let's have a drink or two at noon?" the cropped man chased him out with something, his arm on Jiang Sheng's shoulder.

This man's name is Cheng An, and he is the coach of Beicheng Middle School. He used to be in the same sports academy as Jiang Sheng.

"No, I came here by car. I still have classes this afternoon." Jiang Sheng glanced at Cheng An and said regretfully.

He really wanted to go with him, but today he has a class for the first year of high school.

"Oh, let's change with other teachers! We don't know when we will meet next time."

"It can't be changed, let's go on the weekend, okay? How about I treat you on the weekend?"

"That's it, it's a deal!" Cheng An hammered Jiang Sheng's chest twice, "If you lie, you will be single for the rest of your life!"

"Go, go, go."

Jiang Sheng went to a nearby small restaurant, ate a few bites, and then hurried back to school.

……

"Okay, as long as you know about therapeutic music, it's fine. There are 15 minutes to finish class. You can make arrangements yourself. For example, do you want to dictate English in the next class?" Nie Zhiyuan put the chalk back into the chalk box In the middle, he took out his phone and glanced at the time.

"Yes..." the students replied weakly.

"Then hurry up and review it, don't be like Li Shuai's Chinese dictation, the kind that students Guanling can surpass with their feet."

"Ha ha ha ha"

"Teacher, do you know how to dictate in high school?"

"Yes, isn't dictation the most common thing in school?" Nie Zhiyuan wiped her chalk-stained hands with a wet towel.

After chatting with the students a few more words, everyone reluctantly went to prepare for English dictation.

Nie Zhiyuan wandered around the classroom, looking at the young faces, suddenly remembered the world where she was a student.

Youth is really a beautiful period, it has too many uncertainties and infinite possibilities.

"Dong dong" the door of the classroom was knocked.

Nie Zhiyuan looked over, and it was a mediterranean who looked about 50 years old...cough, a middle-aged man, he was the grade director and vice principal of the second grade.

"Teacher Nie, come here."

No way, wouldn't the director know about her being late this morning?

"Okay." Nie Zhiyuan was calm on the surface, but she responded with a little panic in her heart, and closed the classroom door when she went out. The director of the province told her that it was not good for her to be heard by her classmates.

"What's the matter, Director?"

"It's like this. The school plans to redecorate the piano room. In the next few days, you should move your things to Art Room 208 in the Art Building, and then move them back after the renovation is complete."

When Nie Zhiyuan heard that she was not late, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"it is good."

"Okay, it's okay to ask a few students to help you move it, if you can't move it yourself."

"Okay, I see, Director."

The director nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned around again.

"By the way, you were late this morning?"

"No, I came a long time ago, but I felt sick to my stomach and went to the bathroom." Nie Zhiyuan said with a guilty conscience.

"Oh, that's fine." The director left without any doubt.

Nie Zhiyuan watched the director go down the stairs, and then exhaled.

"Master Shangshen, next time we should get up earlier." Wuyou reminded Nie Zhiyuan.

"What did you say?" Nie Zhiyuan asked, frowning.

"Uh, I said that I think the school should delay the clock-in time a little bit."

It's important to save your life!

"It makes sense, I think so too!"

In the afternoon, Nie Zhiyuan did not go home after school, but moved things by herself. For the piano, other workers moved it, and she needed to do some other small objects.

Jiang Sheng originally wanted to talk to the director about something, but he saw a female teacher looking at the cardboard box on the ground worrying from a long distance away.

With the heart of helping others, he took two steps towards the teacher.