My Empress is My Bad Girl

The head teacher was so angry that he couldn't wait to beat him: "You also go out and stand for me!"

"Go out, go out."

Fu Chenxing was obviously used to it long ago. He stood up lazily, walked out lazily, and stood out of the window lazily, tilting his body, looking like a rascal.

Teacher Kong gave him a bad look.

As a teacher, he doesn't want his students to be well-behaved and have good grades.

However, these teenage children, especially boys, are in the rebellious period, which really makes him a headache.

He is a male teacher, and he can be a little bit manageable.

The young female teacher in Class 5 next door has been crying angrily countless times.

Already a little depressed.

You can't hit even if you hit, and don't dare to scold if you scold.

These days, being a teacher is really hard.

Kong Jiaming felt that his brain was buzzing and painful. Originally, he wanted to check the students' homework in the classroom, but he was really not thinking about it, so he ordered the class representative to accept the math homework, and he took it back to the office to watch it slowly.

"Early reading class, please memorize Chinese and English."

Kong Jiaming went out listlessly.

The classroom suddenly became noisy.

Squad leader Han Yu turned his head and glared: "Can you guys in the back row be quiet? You don't study, don't delay other classmates!"

She glanced at Zhao Yuanjing and saw that he was quietly looking out the window, seeming to be distracted, and did not participate in the roaring, so she snorted and retracted her gaze.

The squad leader's majesty is still there, not to mention the two most naughty have been sent outside.

So the noise disappeared, and it was replaced by the sound of reading aloud and recitation.

This makes Zhao Yuanjing somewhat interested.

He was born as a prince, and he has been taught by a big Confucian since he was a child. In the Wenhua Palace, there are only a few princes and accompanying students.

Dozens of students gather together like this, and those who are chanting words can only be seen in private schools and colleges.

Zhao Yuanjing has never participated.

It is inevitable to find it interesting to look at.

He poked at the front seat and looked at the very honest little girl: "Do you know when the classmates from No. 4 Middle School will come?"

The little girl looked at him, blushing instantly, she didn't even dare to look at him, and whispered: "I don't know... Maybe the last class in the morning. The last self-study class."

"Oh, thanks a lot."

"No, you're welcome." The little girl hurriedly turned back, covering her face with the textbook, not sure if she could read the words.

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at the blackboard, with today's course schedule written on the side.

The first section is Chinese, the second section is mathematics, the third section is physical education, and the fourth section is self-study.

There are also four classes in the afternoon, and two more in the evening.

Zhao Yuanjing thought to himself, this modern student is also very hard.

This small classroom, with 40 or 50 students, crowded with seats, is it not uncomfortable to sit for a day?

Zhao Yuanjing opened his backpack and took out Zhao Xiaojing's textbooks and notes.

There is also a stack of test papers.

I didn't do a single question.

Zhao Yuanjing opened the language essay, scanned a few times, and was quickly attracted by the content of the article.

He saw it quickly.

It's almost ten lines at a glance.

A Chinese textbook is not too thick, and the other half is a variety of notes, thoughts and explorations, and homework questions.

At the end of the morning reading class, he also read a whole Chinese book.

The meaning is still unfinished.

He found the content of this one really interesting.

The bell rang at the end of the morning reading class, some students lazily lay down on their seats to make up for their sleep, and some little girls went to the bathroom hand in hand.

Others ran out to play.