My bamboo horse can destroy the world

Qu Yuanhan returned to his seat and sat down. Just as he put down his schoolbag, he heard the study committee member standing in front of him.

"The new teacher is here, let's go and help."

"No, there's no need to help." Qu Yuanhan looked calmly at the new homeroom teacher who was standing behind the students after the study committee member finished speaking, "I've already brought the things I plan to come over."

A man with thick-rimmed glasses is holding a large stack of heavy papers.

"Old...teacher." The study committee member turned around and was very surprised to see the new teacher.

"Students, go back to your seats." Putting the heavy paper on the table, the new teacher pushed his black-rimmed glasses, "Let me introduce myself!"

The high school classmates were still very well-behaved, and returned to their seats sparsely. The man lowered his head and glanced at the classmates below.

"That's great, one by one looks full of vigor, and suddenly misses my student days." The man wrote three big characters on the blackboard with a very beautiful font while feeling emotional, "My name is Lan Minghai , is your new head teacher, you have heard, your head teacher has temporarily resigned due to personal affairs."

"Yes." The students at the bottom answered sparsely, and they still had a certain degree of defensiveness towards this strange teacher.

Lan Minghai's neat suit was paired with an open tie that was not so tight. He obviously looked like a serious person, but his tone was inexplicably easy-going.

"It's my first time leading a class this year, and we're going to catch the ducks on the shelves. Let's study and make progress together." Lan Minghai swept his eyes away and focused on Qu Yuanhan, "Squad leader, come up and distribute this paper."

As soon as they heard that there was a test paper, everyone wailed, and no one wanted to give the new head teacher a blow without saying a word.

"Don't be sad, all your tasks today are just these few papers." Lan Minghai knocked on the table, "This paper is not scored, and the degree of difficulty is different. As long as you finish the papers, you can leave school directly today .”

"Really?" Immediately, the eyes of all the students lit up, and the paper looked like only four papers, which was more than enough for high school students who were already accustomed to making papers.

"Really." Lan Minghai spread his hands, "I just want to see everyone's overall level."

"How come there are Chinese questions on it, huh? There are also chemistry? Physics???"

The students who got the papers all looked at the test papers in their hands in confusion. Not only were the questions so simple, but each of their test papers was different.

After every next test paper, Qu Yuanhan would roughly scan the questions on the paper, and when he saw his own paper, Qu Yuanhan paused.

"Everyone can do what they can do, and leave what they can't do. It's not impossible for students who don't want to do it and want to go home. It's okay to take the papers home as homework."

He opened his hands casually, even opened the door intimately and made an invitation gesture. All the students were inexplicably embarrassed and didn't say a word, and silently lowered their heads and began to read their papers.

Lan Minghai scratched his cheek in embarrassment, he was really not expected to be a teacher, and this time it was really difficult for him.

Since he wanted to bring these flowers of the motherland, he also tried his best.

Feeling that a gaze was always on his body, Lan Minghai looked over, and met Qu Yuanhan's eyes, Lan Minghai showed a look of pretending intimacy.

"What's the matter? Is there any question that we, Qu Yuanhan, No. [-] in the city, don't understand? Feel free to ask, I'm here."

Qu Yuanhan just glanced at it lightly, then looked down at his paper.

Flicking the pen between fingers, the questions on the paper are no longer in the category of high school, this category...

The sound of writing was scattered in the classroom, Lan Minghai leaned against the door, looked at the students who were struggling to write papers, and his eyes fixed on the empty seats not far away.

A paper lay quietly on the seat, and Song Lin's name was written on the top of the paper.

Didn't people come...?

Lan Minghai pushed his glasses and hid his expression, not even daring to take a few more glances.

As time passed, some students had already handed in their papers, and many of them left sparsely, leaving only a handful of people in the classroom.

Suddenly, a strong force behind him directly pushed Lan Minghai who was not standing still, and staggered, accompanied by the sound of the door slamming against the wall.

Lan Minghai's eyes flickered behind the lens, and when he turned his head, he saw Song Lin who was playing around.

The appearance of Song Lin seemed to rewrite the painting style of the whole school, Lan Minghai was taken aback for a moment.

The baggy forehead of the school uniform is drooping on the shoulders, the neckline is wide open to reveal the trendy black T-shirt, the earrings hanging on the ears have not been taken off, plus the unresolved bruises and swollen cheeks.

Carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and holding a steamed bun and soy milk in the other hand, I have to say that this image...is very impactful.

"Damn it..." Song Lin lived up to everyone's expectations and swears after seeing the scene in the classroom, "Did no one tell me that I won't have class today?"

"Why didn't you go to class? I'm writing papers today, and I can go back after I finish." Lan Minghai immediately stepped forward and said, "Student Song Lin, please go back to your seat and write your own papers."

"Which one are you?" Song Lin looked up and saw the strange man, but somehow he looked so familiar, "Where's the old man?"

"The former head teacher has left because of personal affairs, so now I will take over as the head teacher." Lan Minghai introduced himself very peacefully, with the appearance of a new teacher being bullied.

If it wasn't for the pain in his cheeks, Song Lin really planned to curl his lips, but looking at it, he felt that something was wrong.

"Did I meet you somewhere?" Song Lin looked at Lan Minghai while pretending to touch his chin.

"Maybe we don't know each other?" Lan Minghai smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

Song Lin frowned, and suddenly stretched out his hand and took off Lan Minghai's glasses without saying hello. When that face was exposed in front of Song Lin, Song Lin suddenly fell silent.

shit...

Song Lin felt his heart tremble when he thought of this face, let alone this guy's extraordinary ability to find people, he had lost face with this guy before.

This is actually the man who kidnapped him back then!

It's... really annoying.

Song Lin took the glasses back silently, reached out and patted Lan Minghai's shoulder, and said earnestly, "No, we don't know each other."

Lan Minghai squeezed his cheek in embarrassment, expressing his helplessness.

"Since there is no class, then I'm leaving." Song Lin walked up to Qu Yuanhan and put breakfast on Qu Yuanhan's table without any respect for the teacher.

"It's all here, or you can finish today's papers before leaving." Lan Minghai said immediately, "After all, it's rare to come to a class."

"Wow, what's the matter with your question?" Song Lin didn't listen to what Lan Minghai was saying at all, just picked up Qu Yuanhan's paper and read it over and over again, "This isn't a high school question at all, is it?" , is the teacher's mind stuck?"

Lan Minghai was shot suddenly.

"This is to find out the learning level of each student. Everyone is different." Lan Minghai came over immediately, "Song Lin, don't you want to know your ability?"

"Huh?" Song Lin was more or less eager to try. Although he didn't go to class all day long, he never wanted to fall behind in his studies. At least it was very important for him to be admitted to university.

Without saying a word, Qu Yuanhan began to eat the breakfast that Song Lin gave him two hours later in front of the two of them.

"Go home after finishing the paper, what are you still doing here?" Song Lin blinked and looked at Qu Yuanhan.

"finished?"

As Lan Minghai spoke, he picked up Qu Yuanhan's paper and read it for 3 minutes, while Song Lin watched quietly from the sidelines, trying to match the incomprehensible teacher in front of him with the elusive man.

Putting down the test paper in his hand, Lan Minghai smiled and shook his head: "I don't think I have anything to teach you. It's better to say that you are the number one in the country than in your grade. I won't control your study time. As long as you can continue to maintain it, it’s okay not to come to class.”

"...???" Song Lin looked dumbfounded, "Is this okay?"

"It is actually very necessary for an educator to use different educational policies for each student. I hope to be a good life mentor, not a high school teacher."

"..." I don't know if Lan Minghai said these words on purpose, but at least Song Lin took it to heart, couldn't help curling his lips, and looked back at his test paper, "Okay, hurry up after you finish the paper Go back, you are probably tired because you got up so late today."

"I just don't want to disturb your sleep. You should be dreaming sweetly, with a smile on your lips." Qu Yuanhan blinked and said lightly.

"Don't tell me I need you to take care of me like a girl?" Song Lin frowned instantly.

"Whether you are a girl or not, no one knows better than me."

"Yeah, I'm older than you." Song Lin retorted immediately, and at the same time got Qu Yuanhan's smiling gaze, "Fuck, I'm older than you, what's your expression!"