Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Xinxin pointed at the "explosive bag" and said, "Is it possible that you didn't do enough exercises in your previous life, so you're making up for it in this life?"

"Did you read online novels over the weekend? You're really good at imagining things!" Leng Yanqiu refuted with bluffing, and she would never admit that this was the first thought that came to her mind in the office just now.

Practicing questions is like practicing. If you don’t practice for a day, the gap will be widened.

"We will do the test live tonight. No student in our class can be left behind!" Leng Yanqiu's eyes were firm, and he conveyed his firm belief to his friends, "In the afternoon, let the students take all the homework books home."

Xinxin was stunned, standing in the noisy corridor with a look of “I don’t know you” in her eyes.

At the end of the corridor, Teacher Sun looked very pleased. e=(′o｀*)))Alas, the students are so easy to teach, mainly because I have done a good job in ideological work.

Moreover, what a dedicated class teacher! He extended this collection of test papers to the biology and geography teachers of the second grade. When he heard that Leng Yanqiu was going to retake these two subjects, he immediately collected half a bag of test papers and said that there would be more later...

As for the family disputes and surrounding discussions that may affect Leng Yanqiu's mood, Teacher Sun said that he is very relieved at the moment. Judging from her state during the conversation just now, Leng Yanqiu was not only not defeated, but also became more motivated.

However, continued encouragement is necessary.

On Leng Yanqiu's Chinese homework book, there was a red handwriting from Teacher Liang: "Except for life and death, everything else in life is just scratches. What doesn't kill me will make me stronger."

English Workbook: "Come on, baby!"

Math Workbook: "Excellent!"

Do three consecutive “excellent” grades represent the math teacher’s writing level?

In fact, Teacher Sun had something on his mind today and he discussed it quietly with other teachers in the office.

"The boy in our class who broke his leg, You Dianshuai, his parents called me yesterday and said he can walk now and wants to come back."

"You Dianshuai? The one whose leg was broken by Leng Yanqiu? Doesn't it take a hundred days to heal a broken bone? Let him rest enough before coming back."

"It's true that I still limp when I walk, and my parents said I can't take gym classes for the time being. They're mainly worried that it will affect my studies."

"His academic performance wasn't good to begin with, and he was always trying to be cool and funny." Teacher Liang was worried. "He and Leng Yanqiu had a bad argument. If he really goes back to class, will Leng Yanqiu be embarrassed?"

Teacher Yang also sighed: "Even if Leng Yanqiu can ignore him, I am more worried that the learning atmosphere of our class will be spoiled by a bad apple. The current classroom discipline is so good!"

Teacher Sun: "I'm afraid I can only postpone it for a few days. My advice to parents is that health is more important and they can consider applying for repeating the grade, but I heard that You Dianshuai is very determined and wants to return to our class."

This is really not good news.

The live broadcast message that Xinxin conveyed in class was met with collective howling from classmates, but they did not dare to protest.

"Don't worry, for this live broadcast we should all turn on the video and point the camera at the homework book on the table. Just follow Sister Qiu's pace to do the exercises!" Xinxin ran towards the new rules of the live broadcast room given by Pofuchenzhou.

"I, I finally talked my mom into going to the banquet with her tonight." Lai Shirley made the request hesitantly.

"You are already an adult, but you still want to follow the adults to sit at the table? You are not allowed to take leave!"

"I, I think my gums around my new teeth are swollen. I'm going to see a dentist tonight." This is Li Wenbo, making excuses with a wink.

"You drank too much Coke. No leave is allowed. No leave is allowed. I'll call the roll tonight!" Xinxin acted like a class monitor and said, "Sister Qiu's camera is facing the test paper. You can copy the answers for questions you don't know. No one can be left out!"

This is fine! Everyone nodded, and the democratic discussion time ended.

It was quite touching! Teacher Fu, who arrived at the classroom door early to wait for the class, secretly decided to go to the mimeograph room to print a stack of papers after class. Isn't it easier and more loving than letting the students follow along to identify the questions on their phones?

What’s even more loving is that as soon as I entered the office in the afternoon, I felt something different. My whole body was warm and my steps were light.

There is a pot of jasmine under the windowsill. The flower tells of an unyielding fate. Half of the plant is withered and the other half is alive. The dotted white buds quietly emit a subtle fragrance.

The flowerpot was obviously broken, with obvious signs of being glued back on, and several thin white roots of varying lengths extending from the marks.

The art teacher was looking around the flower pot, and when he saw Teacher Fu come in, he immediately said, "Old Fu, did you see that? This flower pot has a kind of incomplete beauty, a tragic beauty! And this broken flower pot complements it perfectly. Isn't it?"

Teacher Fu: I’m sorry, I don’t teach art or Chinese.

However, I will definitely not agree to the naked wish in your eyes, even though I don’t know where this pot of flowers came from.

The art teacher continued: "Old Fu, there was no one in your office just now, why didn't you lock the door? Well, let me tell you, I'll take this pot of flowers away first. It really doesn't look good and is not elegant when placed among your pile of homework books! There is a high shelf in my art room. I will put two pieces of dark gray and brown-gray lining cloth diagonally on the shelf and put it on..."

Immersed in fantasy, the art teacher squinted his eyes and shook his head, his hands in the air seeming to fiddle with the folds of the lining, smoothing out the feeling from top to bottom.

He was pushed to the point where he was standing outside the office without even realizing it.

The physics teacher must be more physically fit than the art teacher, right?

"Hey, how did you-"

Teacher Fu interrupted the art teacher through the blocked door and said, "Goodbye!"

"Stingy! Petty! Such a waste of resources!" The art teacher left stubbornly. Such an artistic bonsai was just casually stuck on the windowsill. Oh, I can't bear to think about it. I feel so sad!

He had originally found the place by smelling the fragrance while climbing the stairs. When he was about to go back to his studio on the fourth floor, he smelled the same fragrance again, coming from another corner of the stairs.

Unfortunately, this pot of jasmine is just ordinary and has only a pleasant fragrance. The small plant is planted haphazardly in a round translucent plastic fast food box, standing next to a chalk box.

No artsy vibe, no interest.

Fortunately, not all teachers and students pursue an incomplete artistic atmosphere. Every teacher and student who enters the classroom will involuntarily bend down and stretch their heads to take a sniff, with smiles on their faces and a feeling of being slightly tipsy.

A small jasmine plant makes the classroom atmosphere warm.

Teacher Fu, who came in with a large stack of cross-stacked test papers, looked reluctant and said gently, "I printed seven, which is a bit too much. Let's do one physics paper every day, okay? If you can't finish it, I won't criticize you. Just do your best."

Alas, is this a "the army of misery will win" battle strategy?

The students in Class 3 were all fools by this, and they all shouted, "It's no big deal! I promise to finish it!"

Teacher Fu: The students are awesome! (??????)??

He stood on the podium and looked down, and saw a student who was "the only sober person among everyone else", with his chin in his hand and a hint of sympathy in his eyes.