What should I do if I found my aunt's towel in Zhuma's schoolbag?

Regarding the topic of talking from friends to girlfriends, Shan Linjia just mentioned what he thought of and said it casually.

But it is said that the speaker has no intention and the listener has the heart, Mo Yao stared blankly at his back, listening to him babbling non-stop along the way, although the sun was shining brightly above his head, his mood was so dark that he could Water dripped out.

The first class in the morning is math class. Although he is a new teacher this semester, but fortunately, Mo Miao is very good at teaching and knows how to handle the psychology of students, so after just a few classes, he has basically conquered the students. He killed most of the students in the class, and now as long as he is in class, almost no students will desert behind. This made the dean who was worried that changing an inexperienced young teacher would affect the enrollment rate really breathe a sigh of relief.

But Mo Miao's teaching method is not liked by everyone, such as Shan Linjia.

His poor grades are a fact that all the grade directors have heard about. He usually looks big, so the teachers in the three years of junior high school basically put him in the last two rows near the blackboard, which is the so-called "scumbag area" as the saying goes. Although the students in this area can't be said to be lawless, at least they don't have to be too restrained by the teacher.

Therefore, in addition to sleeping, they usually pass small notes indiscriminately in class. As long as the normal progress of the class is not affected, the basic teachers will directly ignore them.

However, Mo Miao insisted on being different from other teachers. In the first class, he focused on picking up the people in the back rows to introduce himself, and then said with a smile: "I know that if I don't recognize you all today , Maybe I won’t remember any of you’s names until the end of the term. The teacher will tell you this. In order for you to be admitted to high school like everyone else in a year, I will pick the last one every day from today. A few students in the queue answer the questions, if they can’t answer, they have to stay in school for an extra hour after school, of course, the teacher will spend this hour with you, do you think the teacher’s proposal is good?”

Of course, the students in the back row all shook their heads in unison to express their disapproval.

Mo Miao also expected this reaction from them early in the morning, so she smiled more gently: "Of course, the teacher doesn't want to force you to study through such a method that is tantamount to corporal punishment in disguise. I will give you a compromise method. When the next weekly exam starts, the students in the back row can move one position toward the front row every time they advance one rank, until they leave this area, so that they can get rid of my daily questions. Correspondingly, the students in the back row Students moving forward one row means that the students in the front row have to retreat one row, and they will also have to accept the teacher’s daily routine questions. That is to say, if you don’t want me to ask questions and you are forced to stay in school, you must work hard Don't fall into this danger zone."

Mo Miao's policy quickly caused a lot of repercussions in the class. Although most people were not satisfied, the teacher was still a teacher after all, and they did not dare to defy it openly, and did not rule out a few who wanted to make trouble The male classmates approached Mo Miao in private, but Mo Miao used some means to block them back, and since then, those boys seemed to have changed their sex, and they especially worshiped Mo Miao. Together with Mo Miao to "suppress" other unconvinced students.

This time the students in the class completely changed their attitude towards Mo Miao. At first they thought he was an embroidered pillow boy, but they didn't expect that he could even deal with the most difficult thorns in the class, so they naturally let him go No one dared to question his teaching method anymore, and in all fairness, Mo Miao's method can really stimulate their enthusiasm for learning in the long run.

But recognition is recognition, and there are many students who suffer from his "incentive policy", and Shan Linjia is one of them.

In the past few days, as long as Mo Miao is in math class, he will definitely call his name, and I don’t know if it’s his illusion. He always feels that when he answers questions, Mo Miao’s questions must be more difficult than those of other students. He studied a lot, so as a matter of course, he was forced to stay in school almost every day because he couldn't solve it.

This day is also the same. I saw Mo Miao standing on the podium early in the morning and raised his hand to habitually push the glasses on the bridge of his nose. When the reflection on the lenses flashed, Shan Linjia knew it for a while. He must have more bad luck.

Sure enough, after school in the afternoon, he was left alone in the empty classroom again. This was the third time he had this week. Looking at the darkening sky outside the window, he could only sigh miserably .

Spread out the textbook and continue to study those spatial geometry problems, but to be honest, he has been miserable during this period of time, but it is also obvious that his grades have improved, especially when doing the problems recently, although there are still many problems that he can't solve, But it was obviously much smoother than before. Anyway, under Mo Miao's ruthless torture, maybe he can really improve his math performance.

After reviewing the knowledge taught today and planning to continue to preview the new knowledge points tomorrow, a bottle of drink was suddenly placed on his desk, and it happened to be on top of his textbook.

Shan Linjia raised his head and looked at the person who appeared in the classroom at some point.

"Zhan Ziqing? You haven't come home yet?"

Zhan Ziqing opened the stool and sat down next to him, leaning on her chin with one hand and smiling at him: "It's boring to study alone in the classroom, I thought it would be nice to have someone to chat with, so after finishing the piano The class is back to school from the teacher's house."

Shan Linjia raised his hand to check the time: "It's already so late, it's dangerous for a girl to go home at night."

"I sacrificed myself to come to accompany you, and you still want someone to go home alone."

Zhan Ziqing seemed dissatisfied with his words, pouted and pinched his arm unhappily.

The force she used was very light, and her fingertips were soft and soft, not like pinching someone, but more like stroking him. Shan Linjia trembled unconsciously because of this thought, and moved his arm away calmly.

"My house is not on the same road as yours. Wouldn't it be later for me to go home after seeing you off?"

"Then you mean don't send me off."

Zhan Ziqing stared at a pair of almond eyes, bit her pink lips lightly with her teeth, and her angry appearance made her more delicate and charming. It is no wonder that such a beautiful and delicate girl is surrounded by so many boys every day. Swirling behind her ass.

Shan Linjia smiled, and flicked her forehead with his hand: "I can't do such an ungentlemanly thing by letting a girl as beautiful as a rose like you walk alone at night."