This strategy mission is not right [Quick Transmigration]

Early in the morning, there were not many people in the town, and you could see students in twos and threes, but it also made Qin Wen feel a little annoyed. The feeling of riding a bicycle with the wind blowing was a rare comfort, but it disappeared completely after talking with the system.

Qin Wen's face was a little heavy. He got off the car and walked at the school gate. Some students who knew him came to say hello. Qin Wen nodded casually to the students with an indifferent face exuding low pressure.

The facts are indeed very similar to what the system said. Those students seemed to feel very strange about his reaction. After the girls greeted him, they discussed in a low voice. Qin Wen's physical fitness became better and better after meeting the system, and his hearing was natural. Not bad, he could hear what those girls said clearly, and he was even more annoyed.

In his previous life, apart from Li Yuanxiu and the people of the Qu family, only the emperor and the empress could make him have the patience to deal with him. He has always accepted and ignored others. He never thought that he would become a teacher in this world, and he would have to face dozens of questions every day. Hundreds of students, to give them lectures, to communicate with them...

It's annoying to think about it.

He Cong walked in the crowd, listening to the conversations of the people around him consciously or unconsciously, except that his yellow hair was mentioned five times, and the name Teacher Qin also crossed his ears three times.

The center of the topic was his yellow hair and the coolness of the teacher. He Cong raised his head and glanced at the tall man pushing the bicycle in front of him. He suddenly became inexplicably disgusted with this school, turned around and walked out of the school.

He is a transfer student. He came to class on the first day. If he was late, no one would say anything about him. He didn't want to leave a bad impression on the first day, but he was very irritable for no reason.

He Cong left the school and found a breakfast shop to go in. Although he was not wearing a school uniform, the people in the shop still looked at him from time to time.

He Cong bought breakfast and sat down to eat slowly, taking a bite for a long time, but his thoughts kept churning.

Since yesterday, he has felt very annoying, very annoying, and feels out of place with this place. It’s not that he has never been to the town. When he was young, he still thought the town was very prosperous, so he wanted to come to the town to play, but he didn’t. After a while, he was picked up by his father and taken to the city, where he finished the remaining half of elementary school.

Because he came from the country, the kids in the city squeezed him out intentionally or unintentionally, and when he was in a hurry, he beat him up, and when he got home, he was beaten by his father, and he got used to it. After his mother passed away, this kind of situation Intensified, he knew that his father never liked him, so it didn't matter, in his eyes, his father disliked him even more than those city kids.

Back to the town was his father's job transfer, and he was directly transferred back to be the mayor. In the words of the leader, he let his father start from the grassroots level and accumulate experience. He knew that his father was unhappy, and this discomfort was directly reflected in beating him. matter.

But this is not what annoys him, he doesn't know what the specific annoyance is, suddenly, when he wakes up, he feels that he is very stupid, very childish, and he didn't even see what he did before.

When he got up in the morning and just arrived at the restaurant, his father yelled at him: "Go to the new school and be honest with me, don't cause trouble for me, and don't let people know that I am your father!"

He Cong sat down in his seat silently, moved the spoon in his hand, he didn't like to eat this kind of multi-grain porridge, which was cooked with red beans, black beans, and peanuts.

His father's voice was still ringing in his ears, all kinds of reprimands, when He Cong wanted to walk away, his father's good friend, Aunt Li, came out with a drawer of small and exquisite buns and put them in front of his father.

"Hey, what are you doing this early in the morning?" Aunt Li said as she walked to the other side and sat down: "Xiao Cong's first day of transfer today, don't make him nervous early in the morning. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at He Cong: "Xiao Cong, eat breakfast quickly, and let your father drive you off later."

He Cong looked up at her, and his father stared at her and slapped his chopsticks: "I still have to give it away? How many steps away! If people see me sending him off, where will I put my face when he gets into trouble?"

He Cong didn't speak, and lowered his head to swallow a mouthful of soup without miscellaneous grains. There was sugar in the porridge, but he felt like a mouthful, and his throat felt like it was burning.

"Oh, it's done! If you don't send it off, you won't send it off. It's not far away anyway. You're not happy to send me to see Xiaocong!"

She coquettishly said something about He Cong's father, and then looked at He Cong: "Xiao Cong, eat more, go to school and have a good time with your classmates, don't let people bully you, if you don't have enough pocket money, tell your aunt, eat in the school cafeteria." It’s not good, don’t feel bad about yourself.”

"Eat your food, if you want you to worry about it, I'm thankful that he doesn't bully others." Father He took a bite of the meat bun: "Look at his virtue, he can speak only when he contradicts me. Pretend to be deaf and dumb!"

He Cong pushed Wanyi, picked up his schoolbag, and walked outside.

Father He picked up the finished bun and threw it behind him: "You little bastard!"

He Cong kept leaving home. If it was normal, he would definitely get angry at that woman, yell at her, then quarrel with his father, and finally get beaten twice. He Cong walked on the road with a very calm heart. , I even couldn't figure out why I was so naive, violent, and so impatient before.

I don't know why, in the past even if he was beaten, he had to fight against his father, but now he finds it very boring, meaningless, except to give his father another reason to scold him.

He Cong ate breakfast in the store for more than half an hour, and walked into the school's Academic Affairs Office after stepping on the bell for the first period. The teacher inside seemed to know who he was, and after seeing him, he asked his name and called him. A homeroom teacher from the third grade of junior high school came over, and it didn't take long for He Cong to hear the sound of women's leather shoes rattling from far to near.

He Cong looked up and saw a young female teacher.

"Ms. Zhang, this is today's transfer student. He just arrived. Take him to the class."

"Hey, yes, director." Teacher Zhang responded with a smile, and turned to He Cong: "He Cong, right? Come with me, I will take you to the class first, and I have already missed a class."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he thanked the director next to him, and then turned to walk outside. When he went downstairs, the bell for the second class rang.

Teacher Zhang quickened his pace, and He Cong followed. Teacher Zhang turned to look at him, "We are in class three, and English class will be next... Hey, Teacher Qin, wait a minute."

When He Cong heard her calling for someone, he looked up and recognized the man in front of him as Teacher Qin who had been mentioned several times by female students in the morning.

"Teacher Zhang."

The voice was cold and clear, as if there was no emotion, He Cong lowered his head and thought.

"Mr. Qin, this is a new transfer student from our class. I just arrived, so I'll introduce you to you?"

"It's okay." Qin Wen replied and continued to walk forward.

"By the way, He Cong, this is your English teacher Mr. Qin..."

Before Teacher Zhang finished speaking, Qin Wen, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and turned his head to frown to stare at He Cong. The expression on his face seemed to be a little shocked and surprised, and it passed by so quickly that he didn't even notice it.

Teacher Zhang was startled: "Mr. Qin, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Wen glanced at He Cong. Something flashed through his mind just now, but he was interrupted by the teacher in charge before he caught it. He still felt that he had heard the name He Cong somewhere before. It seemed familiar but he hadn’t mentioned it for a long time. The feeling of the past, but I can't think of anything after thinking about it carefully.

"It's okay." Qin Wen glanced at He Cong again. His hair was quite long and dyed yellow, his bangs slanted across his left eyebrow, and he couldn't see his face clearly when he lowered his head. He raised his eyes, and lowered them again before anyone could see clearly.

gloomy.

This was Qin Wen's first impression of He Cong, which was too bad.

Qin Wen felt that he didn't want to deal with this student. He was 100% not the person he was looking for, and it was a waste of time to contact him.

Qin Wen turned his head and walked into the classroom, asking the system in his mind: "Did I know someone named He Cong in my previous life?"

"do not know."

"That's probably the original acquaintance."

"Maybe."

Qin Wen turned and walked towards the classroom. When he reached the door, he stood on the other side. Teacher Zhang smiled at him and led He Cong into the classroom: "Students, this is the new classmate transferred today. His name is He Cong."

Teacher Zhang looked at He Cong again: "He Cong, please introduce yourself?"

He Cong didn't speak, didn't look at the students in the class, turned around and picked up the chalk next to him to write his name on the blackboard, put down the chalk and stood back to his original position.

Teacher Zhang waited for a while but still didn't hear him speak. He coughed a little embarrassedly: "Well, everyone should get along well with the new classmates. There is an empty seat over there. He Cong, go and sit."

He Cong nodded and walked towards the empty seat. He Cong put down his schoolbag and sat down in the penultimate aisle.

Qin Wen stood at the door watching He Cong's performance and frowned. Teacher Zhang came over and said, "Mr. Qin, I missed your class."

"No."

Teacher Zhang opened her mouth, Qin Wen didn't wait for her to speak: "I'll go to class first."

"Hey, well..."

Qin Wen entered the classroom and raised his eyelids to take a look. Because there were new classmates, the students in the class were a little excited. Qin Wen glanced in He Cong's direction, and knocked on the podium: "Let's go to class."

Qin Wen's voice was not high, it sounded cold, which made people feel inexplicably serious. The students below immediately sat upright, and a few girls stuck out their tongues mischievously.

The rhythm of Qin Wen's class is neither too fast nor too slow, and his pronunciation is clear. Although he is still cold, he will be attracted after listening to it for a long time. Even He Cong can't help but listen carefully to a class. After class, He Cong feels that this is really a miraculous thing.

He didn't like going to school since he was a child. He went to elementary school in the city with his father. He not only fights, but also likes to bully girls for nothing. He was a bully in school. Looking back now, He Cong was full of self-disgust and self-scorn, so he was able to listen to a class honestly and seriously, which is amazing.

He Cong didn't move in his seat, and the voices of the students around him could be clearly heard in his ears.

"Teacher Qin is still handsome!"

"I think the teacher has become cool."

"That's right, I also feel that the teacher hasn't smiled today, and he's not at all like the warm-hearted teacher before."

"Did something happen during the summer vacation? I also feel that the teacher seems to have changed a lot."

There were also discussions about himself, but he was not interested in listening, and his ears were uncontrollably listening to things about Teacher Qin.

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