[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

According to Tong's instructions, Mi hurriedly went back to her room and changed her clothes, said hello to her parents, and rushed into the school gate on time.

Ten years later, Bingzhong does not seem to have changed much from ten years ago, at least Mi has not noticed any changes. Even the cherry blossom tree in the school is still there, with all the flowers gone and only branches left.

But the direction I was going was no longer the familiar road of class A of the second year, but the staff room at the end of the corridor.

There is no class yet, so the teachers are chatting with the staff room in twos and threes. The casual chatting and laughing looks are not like the serious attitude Mi saw when he was in school, which made Mi slightly change his view of the profession of teachers.

Someone saw Mi and greeted Mi very familiarly, and Mi also smiled and returned the gift according to the information given by the government, and walked to the place where Saiko was originally in a natural way.

The Mandarin books to be used in class are placed in the middle, and the homework is placed neatly next to it. Mi opens a book to make sure that it has already been corrected. She does not need to correct it again, and then checks if there is anything else that needs to be done. s things.

Judging from the class schedule that Ayako posted on the clapboard, the Mandarin class has almost filled up all the second grade classes from the second class onwards.Fortunately, there is a thoughtful note in the notebook telling her what is in each class, otherwise she really doesn't know what to do.

——Is Ayako the only mandarin teacher in the second grade in this school?Very full.

"Have you come yet? Sawada?" An angry voice called Mi's surname, and Mi couldn't help but look up at the person who came. It was a middle-aged man who was wearing a suit and couldn't hide his stomach, and was a little bald.

[Song Mujing, the teaching director, does Xiao Mi still remember?He is your homeroom teacher] Hearing what Tong said, Mi looked at the other party more carefully, and then forgive her for really being unable to associate the handsome-looking person in front of her with the ordinary-looking and insignificant homeroom teacher.

"Yes, Director Pinewood." Mi obediently nodded, then straightened his back and stood at attention to listen to the training.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not your teacher for a long time, we are still colleagues now" Matsuki said with a loud laugh, full of kindness, "Ms. Ayako's lessons are left to you."

"Yes, Director Matsuki." Mi, who didn't know what to say, repeated again, which made some teachers around laugh.

Before class, Mi still felt that she might not be able to handle it, so she lingered at the door of the classroom for a long time, and even flinched temporarily, but in the end she bit the bullet and walked in under the curious eyes of the students.

"Good morning, students. I am the substitute teacher Sawada Ya. I will be teaching Mandarin for you for the next week. Please give me your advice." Mi first wrote his name on the blackboard, and then looked at it calmly. Go through the whole classroom.

At the beginning, I was really nervous, but Mi, who had already learned to hide the emotions that should not appear, still looked very calm, and slowly started the class, paying attention until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

——In fact, it is not difficult to know after trying it, and the content is learned before, and the students are also very obedient.

It wasn't until noon that Mi realized that she forgot to bring her lunch. Mi thought about whether her father would be at home and whether her mother could still see the boxed lunch she conveniently placed next to the cupboard. It is more practical to have food delivered or to buy something to eat first.

When Mi came back with the bread, he happened to pass by the bungalow where the club was located. During the lunch break, there was no one there. Occasionally, energetic boys would come out with basketballs or footballs. Although they didn’t know her name after seeing her, they still He smiled and greeted the teacher with a big grin.

This made Mi, who had just started working as a teacher, a little shy.

When passing by the playground, I happened to pass by the baseball club room. Standing on the sunny playground and looking into the dark room, I couldn’t see anything clearly, but even so, Ya could faintly notice that someone was doing something secretly there. wearing something.

Mi turned her head and looked around. There was no one there. She was the only one standing here in the empty playground. Mi, who had just been called a teacher, now felt a sense of responsibility. Time called for someone to come, after all, she didn't know who was inside, so she thought about it in her heart and walked over in a few steps.

"Who's inside?" Mi still held the book and bread in his arms, stood by the door and looked inside, and immediately met a pair of black eyes.

In a room with less light, a young man in simple casual clothes has black hair that looks short and capable, squatting on the ground to pick up something, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head and met the eyes of the visitor.

——Awu!

Mi looked at the young man in surprise, opened his mouth, and said "Yamamoto-kun" after a while

Judging from Mi's memory in this world, the other party didn't have much contact with her, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to call her that.

Yamamoto also looked at her in surprise, and then quickly realized that he stood up and smiled brilliantly, "Ah, it's Zetian."

Mi noticed that he was holding something that looked like a photo, and couldn't help but ask, "Why is Yamamoto-kun here?"

"Ah, I came back from Tokyo yesterday, and I said I wanted to visit the school." He turned his head and glanced at the baseball room, his eyes were a little dim, and it was only then that Mi noticed the dilapidated baseball room.

"But why is Zetian here?" He glanced at Mi's formal attire and the book in his hand, "Is Zetian a teacher now?"

Mi was a little embarrassed and wanted to pick up the long hair on her chest, only to realize that her hair had been coiled up by herself, leaving only slightly longer bangs "just helping others to teach."

"That's amazing too," he said with a hearty smile to Chao Mi, sweeping away the gloom before.

Because there was still class after the lunch break, Ya didn't talk to Yamamoto much, and after a few simple words, he bid farewell to the other party and went back to the staff room to prepare lessons.

Shun Shui picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. Mi picked up the pen to mark the key points. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Director Songmu walking in with the water glass. Song Mu stopped in front of the water dispenser to pick up the water. She smiled encouragingly, "You've worked hard, Zetian, let's work hard in the future."

He stopped beside Mi with the connected water, stretched out his hand and patted Mi's shoulder with a look of optimism.

Mi shrank his shoulders a little uncomfortably, but he couldn't react too much to the other party's kindness, so he nodded awkwardly.

The afternoon class is much easier for Mi who has already started to learn. After all, Mi's learning ability and talent skills are there. After assigning today's homework, he returned to the staff room a little tired. The morning homework has been taken by the class The cadres carried them and put them on the table. Mi checked the quantity visually, and finally decided to change it before going home.

The homework of more than 30 students, although it looks like a lot, but the homework is only a few difficult questions, it took Mi a little time to complete it easily.

When I left the staff room, there were still a few teachers left doing their own things, and there was no one in the corridor. Mi, who knew that school had been over for a long time, and even the students on duty should have almost left, looked at the corridor in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. A feeling of nostalgia.

The sky was still boundless blue, and the sun was no longer strong. Mi walked slowly along this corridor to the classroom of Class A of the second grade. It was empty inside, and the desks were neatly arranged. Blowing in, it spun in the classroom and fell to the ground.

It was only then that Mi realized that the windows of the classroom were not closed. Not only that, but there were also math problems from the last class on the blackboard. The sloppy man on duty probably just swept the floor in a hurry and left.

Mi was slightly annoyed in his heart, and then went forward to close the window. Just as he picked up the eraser to erase the writing on the blackboard, he heard a familiar voice from the door, "Xiao Mi?"

Still holding the eraser in her heart, Mi turned her head to look at the person who came by. The black suit was replaced by the casual clothes she usually wears. The brown-haired young man stood at the door of the classroom and looked at her, "Why is brother here?"

"Well, because my mother said that Xiao Mi is coming back to take over the class today, so I will pick up Xiao Mi." He stopped at the door for a while, then walked in, stretched out his hand to pat on Mi's head, and looked at the classroom sighingly, "It's been a long time since I came here." Here it is"

Mi Dan, who was patted on the head, was covering her head with her hands and was about to say something. Seeing that her brother was immersed in the memory of the past, she stopped what she was about to say. She watched him walk down the stairs, where he was before. Sitting down and looking at the classroom, Mi's heart softened for some reason.

Mi put down the eraser in his hand, picked up the teaching stick on the table instead, pointed to the math problem on the blackboard, and said with a serious face, "Student Zetian, stand up and tell me the answer to this problem."

The older brother, who was still full of nostalgia, turned embarrassing for a moment, "Did you forget that your name is also Zetian? Wouldn't it be strange to call me that way?"

"You treat the teacher with such an attitude, do you want to stand in the corridor as a punishment?" Mi was not tired of it, and frowned pretending to be serious. "Call the teacher, and, stand up and answer the question."

"Sorry, teacher." The elder brother answered the words very cooperatively, with an unnatural expression on his face, and then replied helplessly, "I don't know how to do this question. Will the teacher punish me?"

Mi raised her chin slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, and just wanted to continue to say something, only to hear...

[1. Of course you have to be punished~ okay~ ah~

2. Huh~?

3. What does Zetian think? 】

No zuo, no die!

Mi now deeply understands this sentence!

Seeing that the three-second countdown was about to start again, Mi had no choice but to choose the one that seemed to have the least impact.

The black-haired woman tilted her head slightly and raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes narrowed with some ambiguity, "What do you think Zetian?"

'Sawada-san' took a look at the open door and the lighted glass window, and said with a little regret, "I don't think...it's inconvenient here"

——That's what I want!

Mi shrugged, picked up the eraser, turned around and erased the chalk writing on the blackboard "Let's go home, brother"