Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

After a while!

"Since martial arts novels don't work, why don't I write some fairy tales?" Li Muhua thought again, waving the broom in his hand, as if the broom in his hand had turned into a fairy sword again.

He remembered that when the Xianxia novels came out in later generations, they directly hit the head of the martial arts novels. Since then, the martial arts world has never recovered. Monsters and demons are rampant in the online literature circle, and martial arts have never been popular again.

After all, no matter how loyal, brave, independent, chivalrous and tender the martial arts heroes are, how can they compare to the immortal heroes who ride on swords in the wind and eliminate demons between heaven and earth?

By then, I'm afraid that after Mr. Jin reads his "masterpiece", he will also have to write a few fantasy novels to satisfy his own pleasure!

Li Muhua couldn't help but chuckle as he fantasized about the scene, but then he thought about the feasibility of this action and frowned.

"No, no, next year is the Eason Chan Year. When the time comes, the Four Olds will be destroyed together. Wouldn't I, a living Four Olds writer who writes about gods and ghosts, be waiting to die?"

Thinking of this, Li Muhua couldn't help but shake his head quickly and waved the broom wildly. This was a matter of life and death and was not a fun thing to do.

How could this be?

I have the bad luck to travel to this era, and there is no system that is standard for every time traveler!

I am already a dead fish and can't be any more dead. Now I just want to copy some things and make some money to spend, but this is all about human life!

Thinking of this, Li Muhua couldn't help but vent his resentment through the broom, but was caught by Zhao Wuchang who just turned his head.

"Li Muhua, what are you doing? Sweeping the air with a broom!"

Zhao Wuchang and Xu Mingcai had just finished scolding the students who had escaped, and stared at them as they picked up dustpans and brooms and began to sweep the street. Turning back, they saw Li Muhua still waving the broom in the air. Thinking of how Li Muhua had just watched the fun, Zhao Wuchang couldn't help but step forward to pick on Li Muhua.

"what?"

Li Muhua, who was awakened by Zhao Wuchang, first uttered a puzzled "ah", then looked back and saw that the broom in his hand was still raised above his head, followed by embarrassment.

I am an adult already, yet I am still playing with a broom on the street.

What about the sweeping monk, the peerless swordsman...

Damn, my mind must have been affected by this childish body, otherwise I wouldn’t be so childish.

"I'll sweep the floor, sweep the floor right now!"

As she spoke, Li Muhua quickly took the broom and scraped the floor twice, pretending to be sweeping the floor seriously. In fact, she was so embarrassed that her toes dug into the ground and she even lowered her head in shame.

How could Zhao Wuchang know that Li Muhua had so many little thoughts? He kept scolding her, "Li Muhua, Li Muhua, tell me what you are talking about."

"His academic performance is about the same as Ren Jiageng's, but look at his enthusiasm for work."

As Zhao Wuchang spoke, he pointed forward. Li Muhua looked over and saw that at this moment Bang Geng was like a fish leaping in a vast ocean. The compound of the cleaning team's office was too small, which restricted his performance.

At this moment on this wide street, his basket cart was almost flying.

No matter who gathered a pile of garbage, as soon as the dustpan landed on the ground, before they had time to sweep the garbage in, let alone greet anyone, Jia Geng would directly push the basket and cart over and wait respectfully on the side.

As soon as the students sweep the garbage into the dustpan, Banggeng pushes the basket cart slightly to make it tilt slightly, giving the students a better experience in throwing away the garbage.

Then he smiled at his classmates, patted the basket, glanced around the street with his little eyes, and after selecting his target again, he pushed the basket cart and ran away again.

With such smooth little operations, it’s no wonder that Zhao Wuchang praised him.

Anyone who sees this will be able to praise how professional and enthusiastic they are at work!

"Did you see that? It doesn't matter if you're not good at studying, but you must have a classmate like Jia Geng who is not afraid of hardship and fatigue..." When Zhao Wuchang saw Li Muhua's stunned expression, he began to persuade her again.

Li Muhua interrupted quickly and said, "Teacher Zhao, I didn't have a choice before, but compared to sweeping the streets, I chose to study hard."

"Study hard, have you studied hard? Look at your previous grades. With your grades, you can even sweep the streets in the future—"

When Zhao Wuchang heard that Li Muhua, who was at the bottom of the class, had the nerve to mention studying hard in front of him, his eyes widened.

"You said that was the result before." Li Muhua patted Zhao Wuchang's shoulder as if to comfort him: "Don't worry, Lao Zhao, I will study hard in the future."

After saying this, regardless of Old Zhao's eyes that were as big as copper coins, Li Muhua picked up the broom again and pretended to be sweeping the floor. In fact, his eyes were always on the head teacher Xu Ming, and he quietly moved towards him.

"Lao Zhao? Did this kid just call me Lao Zhao?"

Zhao Wuchang looked at Li Muhua's back and the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly with anger. It was such a shame and humiliation. He, the red star Zhao Yanwang, the ghost of poor students, was actually called Lao Zhao by his own students one day.

"You want to study hard, right?" Zhao Wuchang said fiercely in his heart: "Then I will make you study hard in the future. As long as it is my class, I will call you to the podium to do the questions even if it wastes a few minutes of everyone's time."

"When you can't even solve a math problem, do you know how to write the word 'shame' in Chinese?"

Li Muhua naturally didn't know that his unintentional and affectionate "Old Zhao" had successfully made the math teacher hate him.

But even if he knew, he would just smile. You have to know that Zhao Wuchang only has a high school education, while Li Muhua is a college student who traveled through time.

Although high school students are indeed at the peak of their intelligence, they are even greater than college students + middle school students + elementary school students.

But he is a college student after all. Is he afraid that Zhao Wuchang will test him with questions that are questions for elementary school students?

What a joke.

At this moment, Li Muhua only had his eyes on his head teacher Xu Ming. With his deliberate approach, it didn't take long for Li Muhua to arrive at the curb where Xu Ming was sitting and resting.

Then, under Xu Ming's gaze, he paddled the water openly and swept the ground in front of him that had already been swept clean.

Sure enough, Li Muhua's behavior of licking the cat's nose soon attracted Xu Ming's attention. Like Zhao Wuchang, Xu Ming pointed at the stick in the distance and said to Li Muhua:

"Li Muhua, you should learn from Jia Geng. Look at his enthusiasm for work, and then look at you. You have been sweeping the land in front of me for a long time.

What? Your leg is broken and you can’t move it! "

Li Muhua listened to Xu Ming's admonition, glanced at Bang Geng, turned back, and continued to sweep the floor while still circling in the same place:

"What's so good about learning Banggeng? If I want to learn, I will learn from the class monitor Zhou Hao. Only those with good academic performance can be class leaders. If you don't study well and just know how to work, what can you be?"

When Xu Ming heard this, he subconsciously retorted: "Student Li Muhua, how can you think like that? Good academic performance can make you a class leader, but good labor skills can also -"

Xu Ming suddenly stopped talking. At that time, the labor committee member had not yet mentioned anything.

When Li Muhua saw Xu Ming pause, his eyes sparkled and he continued, "Can you become a class cadre if you work well, such as a labor class leader?"

Xu Ming nodded immediately upon hearing this, and then said affirmatively: "Of course, you see Jia Geng is performing so well, he will be the labor monitor of our class in the future, so you should learn from him and strive to become the labor monitor in the future."

Li Muhua's eyes suddenly showed envy, and then she sat on the curb next to Xu Ming.

"Then tell me what the labor monitor does!"

"Labor monitor, labor monitor, since you are the labor monitor, of course you are in charge of the labor hygiene of our class."

"So, with a labor monitor, we don't have to clean the classroom anymore, after all, Bang Geng is so capable!"

"What are you thinking? Let Banggeng be the labor team leader, that means he will be watching you work. If you let him clean our class alone, won't he be exhausted to death?" Xu Ming said with some amusement after listening to Li Muhua's words.

"Tsk! What's the point of that?" Li Muhua's shining eyes dimmed immediately, and then he stood up and said with a lack of interest: "Those who study well are class leaders, and they always get good grades. Those who work well are class leaders, but in the end they don't have to work, but instead watch us work. Isn't this the bureaucracy in the books?"

"It's written in the books that only officials and landlords in the old days would watch others work. I don't want to be a labor monitor!"