Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

After a week of classes, I met other subject teachers one after another. They all have their own characteristics, but they all have the same advantage - they have extremely abundant knowledge reserves in the subjects they teach, can answer various questions raised by students with ease, and will praise and encourage them to think and ask questions actively.

With such a good example, the students in the fifth grade of junior high school disliked teacher Yang Lina even more. Qiao Zhengxin quickly found out her background. It was true that she studied abroad and graduated with a master's degree, but the school she graduated from was unheard of. She was able to get into the affiliated middle school because her family had connections in the district education bureau.

Teenagers are not good at hiding their emotions, which was reflected in pointing out Yang Lina's spelling mistakes in public and asking her grammatical questions. What made Yang Lina most embarrassed was the English class representative she chose herself, a petite girl wearing black-framed glasses. Whenever she stood up to ask a question, most of the students in the class would look at their good friend and smile in tacit understanding.

This class representative had won many awards in important English competitions in elementary school. He always asked questions politely and seriously, which made Yang Lina dare not lose her temper and sweat profusely every time.

During this week, Teacher Yang Lina showed signs of breaking down.

After school on Friday afternoon, Ji Shumiao went to the high school department to find Brother Lang. They were going to the mall to meet up with the adults and buy dresses for next week's dinner.

It was the first time that Ji Shumiao came to the teaching building to look for Brother Lang. He asked for directions along the way and found Brother Lang's classroom. All the first-year students were doing general cleaning. Everyone was holding cleaning tools, and everywhere was a mess. The floor of the corridor was covered with water from wiping the windows and tables.

Ji Shumiao lowered her head, paying attention to her feet at all times and walking carefully, but she still bumped into someone who was rushing out of the classroom. Ji Shumiao almost fell down, but fortunately the person behind her helped her up in time.

Ji Shumiao looked back and saw, oh, it was Zhou Hui.

No need to thank me then.

"Why are you running in such a hurry? Are you afraid that you won't be able to catch up with human evolution?" Ji Shumiao said unhappily, with a stern face full of unhappiness.

Gao Mandong grinned: "Little sister's words are really interesting."

As she spoke, she was about to pinch her face, smiling in an intimate and familiar manner.

Ji Shumiao rudely slapped her hand away: "Stop touching me!"

There was a crisp and loud "slap" sound, as if a slap was given to her in the face. Gao Mandong's expression changed in just a split second, so fast that it was almost impossible for people to catch it. Her face still showed the helplessness and magnanimity of "You are young, so I won't bother with you."

Ji Shumiao didn't bother to look at her again after she finished speaking. She felt that she didn't like this woman as soon as she met her. She turned around and asked Zhou Hui: "Where is my brother?"

"He went over there to wash the mop. He should be back soon." Zhou Hui pointed to the toilet at the end of the corridor.

People were coming and going in the corridor, and from time to time someone passed by carrying a bucket, a rag, a broom, or a mop. Zhou Hui pinched Ji Shumiao's shirt sleeve with two fingers and pulled it to the side: "Stand over here."

Ji Shumiao twisted his shoulders and shook off his hand: "Don't touch me!"

Gao Mandong laughed and said, "Zhou Hui, whose little sister is this? She has such a bad temper."

Ji Shumiao glanced at her indifferently, too lazy to speak.

Zhou Hui sighed: "Shu Lang's."

Speak of the devil, the devil appears. Ji Shulang comes back with a clean mop and is startled when he sees Ji Shumiao: "Didn't I ask you to wait for me in the car?"

Ji Shumiao: "When did you say that?"

"Short message."

Ji Shumiao took out his phone and saw that there was indeed an unread message. He curled his lips and shouted confidently, "I didn't see it!"

Ji Shulang poked her forehead helplessly and amusedly.

"Okay, Ji Shulang, you hid such a beautiful sister at home and didn't even let me know! Are we still brothers?" Gao Mandong stood on tiptoe and hooked Ji Shulang's neck.

"You didn't ask." Ji Shulang was helpless, "Why did you come here?"

"We are out of newspapers for cleaning windows in our class, so we came to borrow some from you."

"You want to borrow newspapers? You don't have any?"

The two were still arguing over a few newspapers. Ji Shumiao couldn't help but roll his eyes. It turned out to be the legendary man's tea.

Zhou Hui took the mop from Ji Shulang's hand and said, "You go first, and take your little ancestor with you."

"Okay, if the teacher asks about it later, please let me know." Ji Shulang agreed straightforwardly, put his arm around Ji Shumiao's shoulder and walked downstairs, waving at them without looking back: "See you on Monday."

Ji Shumiao was still sulking when she got into the car. Both of her cheeks were more puffy than usual. Ji Shulang couldn't help but stretched out a finger and poked her: "What's the matter? My eldest lady?"

Ji Shumiao gave him a sidelong glance, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

Ji Shulang touched his nose, hesitated for two seconds and decided to give up, muttering in his heart that the little ancestor's temper was getting worse and worse, and it was hard to figure out.