Look at each other

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Why do I always have the feeling of being pushed into a fire pit by my dad.

"Why are there classes made up entirely of boys? This shouldn't be an all-boys school."

She shook her head, "This middle school is a private school, and the school manager's full name is Xia Bangyan."

"Oh, so that's where the name of the school came from..." Before I finished speaking, seeing her give me a strange look in her eyes, I recalled it and asked, "Is it your relative?"

"Well, it's my father." She lowered her head slightly, as if unwilling.

Tuhao, let's be friends.Although I was dancing and shouting with a lot of drama in my heart, my face was tense and serious: "Then what does this have to do with the fact that Class [-] is all boys?"

"Because I had a deep conflict with him about a certain issue." Her voice became smaller and smaller, almost as thin as a mosquito, and her face flushed.

If you have a conflict, arrange a special class to torment you?Is it your own?I really don't understand the world of your rich people more and more. Don't the other school managers have any objections?But even the name of the school is taken from her father's name, maybe this school is dominated by her father's family.Didn't the teachers of other subjects start an uprising? □□Domination?

"Is the conflict serious?" I asked politely with serious concern.

Her eyes dodged a little: "It can be regarded as."

"Actually, I also had a conflict with my mother yesterday, and we got back together this morning. In fact, in the eyes of our parents, we are just children who can't grow up..."

She had lowered her head all the time, but when she heard the words, she suddenly looked straight at me, and there was a hazy emotion in her bright blue eyes: "But I am no longer a child, I have independent thoughts and my own pursuits." I don't want to accept the wishful thinking he tried to force on me. Thank you for your concern." Her eyes were burning, like a child who refused to admit defeat, tenacious and immature, and a little... pretty?

What kind of nympho did I do to her, it must be the fault of those "young talents" called by my mother, which made me go crazy when I face women now.

"The next class is Chinese class. I will accompany you to get to know them. You may need to be mentally prepared in advance." After she finished speaking, she turned around and continued typing on the keyboard.

I complained secretly in my heart, since I was a child, apart from my father, my brother, and my eldest nephew, I can count all the men I have had contact with with five fingers on one hand, even though my father arranged to be a teacher I was already mentally prepared when I was in school, but I didn't expect that the entire class would be all boys.

"Ms. Xia, will this situation last for three years?" I asked her with some trepidation in my heart.

"Probably not. I usually lead a liberal arts experimental class, and more girls choose liberal arts, and the experimental class is organized according to grades, so this state should only last for half a semester. But generally speaking, in fact, I only I’ve only led a class of students.” She turned around and looked at me, scratching the back of her head embarrassedly.

What, is it really pretty?Well, maybe she really looks good. In this world, why can she look so good-looking when she has money?But listening to her words, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not just one semester.

The author has something to say: Because I posted the first few chapters on the scarf before, I posted them together.

☆、Chapter 3

Well, I'm too young too simple.

Even though I was mentally prepared, when I walked into the classroom mixed with sweat, spicy sticks, buns and other complex smells, I still couldn't help the urge to run away.

And Xia Xiaoyou just frowned, presumably because she had gotten used to it these days.

Although the class bell has already rang, the classroom is still noisy, and there are many people chasing and fighting.

Xia Xiaoyou walked up to the podium and c.ao picked up the ruler and took a few shots on the table. The whole classroom fell into silence. She said two words coldly: "Let's go to class." Shout to stand up and salute the teacher.

I was a little surprised, these students were surprisingly obedient.However, just now Xia Xiaoyou's murderous aura overlapped with the appearance of the math teacher in my memory (because of partial subjects, mathematics is the main shortcoming, and I was often "intimidated" by the math teacher in middle school), it really scared me, if it wasn't there With the extra seats, I might not be able to control myself and sit back on the seat.

"Thanks to you, the school has another pleasing scenery." She glanced at the faces of the students present, and then said: "Accept your halazi, don't scare Teacher An, she will be in charge of your language department in the future." Teacher Ren."

When she said such joking words with a serious expression, there was always an indescribable sense of weirdness, which made my skin crawl.

"Hello, everyone. My name is An Lai Ning. I'm an intern Chinese teacher. Please give me your advice in the future." I tried my best to adjust my facial muscles, introduced myself with a smile that was not so stiff, and stood on the podium to glance around. , Sure enough, one glance at the rough faces of all boys.

Wait, I seem to see a familiar face.Sweeping his gaze back again, he took a closer look, isn't this An Jie?What kind of third-rate novel plot is this.

He also looked at me in shock, his eyes so wide that I was worried that his eyeballs would pop out in a second.

There is no coincidence without a book, and the ancients never deceived me.

I originally accepted the job arranged by my father just to do an internship, but I met an old teacher who took the burden off me. The head teacher happened to be the cold-faced math teacher I couldn't deal with. Not to mention that the whole class was full of boys. Coincidentally, I am in this class, thinking about how I am a waste of Ge Youping at home every day, my majestic teacher image can't be picked up.

People don't break down when they are hard, and they don't love when they are tired.It seems that after 25 years of smooth sailing, it will eventually be paid back.

Xia Xiaoyou on the side didn't realize that I was full of worries, and asked them to introduce themselves one by one. I listened carefully and matched the names and faces on the roster one by one.

Although Xia Xiaoyou said that this class will only last for one semester, for the sake of my physical and mental health in the past six months, I have to establish a good relationship with them, and remembering each other's name is the first step in building a good relationship.

When it was An Jie's turn, he stood up and kept his eyes down on the desk, his face flushed, and he introduced himself in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Hey, what happened to An Jie today, did you see that the beautiful teacher is shy?" A joking voice sounded, and as soon as the words finished, a group of people followed suit.

The person who spoke was a man named Chen Fan, a playboy like a textbook, who didn't bother to wear school uniforms, but equipped with high-end shirts, bow ties and leather shoes, and kept his hairstyle in perfect order.

An Jie glared at Chen Fan viciously, opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything because of my presence, so he sat down with an unhappy expression.The next one will take turns to introduce themselves.