Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Happy weekends are always short. Ji Shumiao was full of resentment when he got up early on Monday to go to school.

In the previous life, I set fire to the mountain. In this life, I have to get up early to go to work.

In my previous life, I slaughtered pigs and bled them. In this life, I go to school every day.

Knowing that the first class was English, Ji Shumiao’s resentment value increased by two.

Yang Lina might have gone to "further study" on the weekend. She walked into the classroom with a light and cheerful step and was calm and relaxed. She walked up to the podium, opened the little bee on her waist, moved the microphone to her lips, and said in a warm voice: "Everyone, take out your dictation books."

God of Plague!

Ji Shumiao curled his lips in silence and slowly looked for a new English book. A hot-tempered classmate directly called him "crazy".

Yang Lina's face turned pale, and she said with a microphone that supported a little bee: "I talked about this in the class QQ group on Saturday. From now on, we will spend some time in each class to dictate the words and sentences we learned before, so that we can understand everyone's mastery. Please move faster, don't waste time, and take out the dictation books."

Who wants to spend their precious weekend watching you complain in the class group?

I get annoyed when I see her.

Ji Shumiao took out the English book with an impatient look on his face. Everyone's expressions were not much better, and they all looked at Yang Lina.

Yang Lina remained calm and said slowly, "Okay, everyone mark the serial number and write the Chinese meaning. The first word is shwer, shwer..."

……

By the time all the dictation books were brought to the podium, seventeen minutes had passed. A class lasts forty minutes, so half of it has already passed.

It was not until Yang Lina started to read out the text and output shallow knowledge points with the handouts that everyone came to their senses - she really had a good plan.

Not only that, she also learned to pick on students who were poor in English. Among Ji Shumiao's friends, Qingqing studied in the countryside for the first few years of elementary school, so her English foundation was poor, and only her writing was barely passable among her listening, speaking, reading and writing. Dazhu's English was at the bottom.

In half a class, Yang Lina asked Qingqing to read a passage and asked Dazhu to answer two questions.

Ji Shumiao looked at her with increasingly cold eyes.

Every second in English class feels like an eternity, and when the get out of class is over, there are complaints all over.

"Call her Fake Nanfu. Although she is also stronger than the sixth section, her strengths are in two different directions from those of Lao Gu."

“Are they relative values?”

"Hahaha, so mean!"

“Is it necessary to dictate what’s in the book every day?”

"I have a feeling that dictation is just the beginning. When this trick doesn't work anymore, she will ask us to dictate essays or something."

"When a normal English teacher teaches, they say: Class begins; when a literary English teacher teaches, they say: Good morning, boys and girls; when a stupid English teacher teaches, they say: Everyone, take out your dictation books."

This classmate imitated Yang Lina so vividly that the whole class burst into laughter.

The next day, Yang Lina did the same thing.

After the dictation, they started talking about sentence making. Yang Lina passed by Ji Shumiao's desk and stopped. When Ji Shumiao finished writing, she immediately took away her English notebook.

Ji Shumiao threw down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and looked at what she was going to do with a cold face.

"Everyone, please stop writing. Ji Shumiao has written a wrong sentence." She copied the sentence Ji Shumiao had made onto the blackboard. "Everyone, please take a look at where the problem lies."

The problem is that your face is bigger than your brain.

Just as Ji Shumiao was about to retort, the English committee member stood up faster than her and said firmly: "No problem! She just used a more advanced way of expression. There are other similar ones..."

The English committee member rattled off a series of examples. The more she spoke, the paler Yang Lina's face became, and the more subtle the smiles on her classmates' faces became.

At the end, the English committee member asked calmly and calmly: "Teacher Yang, don't you even know this?"

Yang Lina pretended to be calm: "I was just testing you. Xu Yi did not disappoint the teacher. Let's applaud her."

Of course everyone had to applaud for the English committee member. Ji Shumiao clapped loudly, but his eyes were looking at Yang Lina.

When there were five minutes left before the end of the get out of class, she suddenly stopped lecturing and told everyone that she had always dreamed of becoming a teacher since she was a child. Now she has finally realized her dream of many years. The students present are the first batch of students she has taught, which has extraordinary significance to her. Tomorrow is the first Teachers' Day in her life. She hopes to receive blessings from her classmates. It would be even better if there is a little thought that she can keep as a commemoration.

——That’s probably what she meant. Of course, Yang Lina’s original words were more corny and pretentious.

Ji Shumiao was speechless. She always restrained herself from making malicious assumptions about others, but she couldn't help it when it came to Yang Lina. This... this person was just about to have "I want gifts" written on her face!

As soon as the get out of class was over, all the friends gathered around Ji Shumiao's desk.

Du Zixi rarely cursed: "Who the hell is she! A toad jumps onto the podium and thinks she's a golden toad? She teaches like that and still wants to receive gifts on Teacher's Day? Pah!"

Qingqing sighed silently: "I miss Teacher Yan."

Every year during Teachers' Day, Yan Wei strictly forbids students from sending him anything except greeting cards. However, this cannot stop his students' love for him. On Teachers' Day, bouquets of flowers are sent to his office, both from students and parents. Parents know that he does not accept gifts, so they will spontaneously buy him some KFC, McDonald's and fruits.

Yan Wei would always say politely: "Why should I, a grown man, accept flowers?"

Then he turned around and looked for vases to put all the flowers in. His office was filled with the fragrance of flowers for the next half month.

Most of the food that parents bought last year went into the students' stomachs, and a small portion went into the stomachs of other teachers. Yan Wei used the holiday cards that could be used to play poker cards as a fan, sat on his chair and rocked back and forth, and said to other teachers in a Versailles way: "Oh, what should I do if my students love me too much? I really can't do anything about them~"

Yan Wei was sent to a school in another city to study for half a year this semester, otherwise Ji Shumiao and the others would really like to visit him at the affiliated primary school tomorrow.

Han Qi couldn't stand it anymore: "Can we write a letter of complaint, or ask parents to sign a petition to change the English teacher?"

Li thought: "You think too simply. She has a system and she has not made any principled mistakes."

"She clearly said she wanted to accept the gift!" Xixi said indignantly.

Ji Shumiao: "Hey, she never said she wanted to accept any gifts from the beginning to the end!"

Xixi had a bad idea and whispered, "Can we use a trap to enforce the law? Give her something good first, and then report her?"

Li thought: "She can then say that she didn't mean that at all. She just wanted to receive some greeting cards and handmade gifts from students. Besides, protests and reports may not be effective. In this kind of situation, it takes two to three. If someone is willing to give gifts, the school will just turn a blind eye. Besides, she has a backer, so it's useless. At most, she will just return the things she received."

Ji Shumiao could imagine Yang Lina saying in a teasing tone that she didn't mean that, and that she was misunderstood by everyone, and then she shed two tears weakly and aggrievedly.

Ji Shumiao held up his chin and said, "If you want to destroy her, you must first make her crazy. Whoever breaks through the defense first will be the loser. Let's not rush. There will be a time when she goes crazy."

Dazhu scratched his head: "What are you talking about? I think Teacher Yang is very nice. He knows I'm stupid and takes care of me in class."

Ji Shumiao sighed silently: "...I know, let's go play."

What bad luck has she had recently? The little tea man keeps appearing around her.