Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

When he came back from lunch, Xie Yao suddenly remembered that the third class hadn't established a class group yet, so he asked in class.

"Do you want to build a QQ group or a WeChat group?"

The following began to discuss.

"I use QQ more, and I don't have any contacts on WeChat, only my relatives."

"I'm different from you. Besides my relatives, I also have Lao Yang's contact information..."

"The main reason is that all my emoticons are in QQ. Without emoticons, I am an angel with broken wings and a stranded sand boat."

"Under that reminder, WeChat groups are not very good for storing files and pictures, which is not conducive to us sharing information."

"What information can you explain clearly, hehehehehehe!"

"Your thinking is a bit dangerous..."

Xie Yao listened for a while, and found that most of the students thought that both of them were fine, so he didn't bother to choose. He created a small group for QQ and WeChat, and then read the group number and the number for face-to-face group building.

Immediately, some students started to create emoticons in the group, and there were "saved" and "accepted" below.

Suddenly, the WeChat group was quiet for a second.

Then the classroom suddenly exploded, and the students in class three panicked.

"Fuck! Who pulled Lao Yang in!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop messing around! Stop, stop, Lao Yang is coming in!"

"Which spy dragged Lao Yang in, come out and be beaten!"

As soon as Lao Yang entered the group, he posted a smiling face with a hidden 40-meter machete, followed by an exclamation point, which felt like someone who came to slaughter people.

The students in the third class were all still for a short while, looking at Lao Yang's WeChat avatar in unison - a beautiful red lotus, with a green lake in the background, and a middle-aged and elderly emoticon pack without matching words.

At this moment, the mentality of the students in class three switched repeatedly between "I want to open up" and "I'm autistic".

A classmate wailed, "I was wrong, I pulled the wrong person."

"Lao Yang's WeChat is next to Yang Kai, I was going to pull Yang Kai! I didn't mean it!"

Although he didn't mean it, he was still beaten.

"Forget it." Xie Yao signaled everyone to be quiet first, "Anyway, there is no teacher in the Q group. If we want to post something else, we can post it in the Q group. A study group and an entertainment group."

"exactly."

"It can only be this way."

After finishing speaking, Xie Yao switched back to the WeChat group, fearing that Lao Yang would be left alone, so he sent a "Welcome" emoji.

Seeing the class leader's statement, the students of the third class swiped the screen below "Welcome teacher!", "Hello teacher!", and followed a bunch of Lao Yang's 40-meter broadsword with smiling faces, professionally cheering.

For a while, the atmosphere in the group was happy and harmonious, but also a little weird.

Xie Yao recalled what their monitor used to do, and reminded the representatives of each subject: "By the way, the class representatives remember to record their homework every day and post it in the group after school."

Xie Yao suddenly felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, and when he was thinking about what was wrong, Lao Yang sent another 40-meter broadsword smile in the group.

Lao Yang: You are not allowed to touch your mobile phone during class during the day!

Lao Yang: I have written down the classmates who just sent messages!After class, they all came to my office to surrender.

Damn, Xie Yao finally understood what was wrong. He had forgotten the taboo of playing with mobile phones after the college entrance examination and not going to school for a long time.

Lao Yang: Let me see which little lucky winners have won the lottery!

Lao Yang: Oh, even our monitor won the lottery.

The class monitor, Xie Yao, who was not very proficient in business, felt that he seemed to have cheated the whole class.

Class Three: "..."

They strongly suspected that Lao Yang actually understood the meaning behind the smile—the 40-meter soul sword.

A classmate wanted to say "received", so he typed "received", and suddenly realized that this might be another pitfall of Lao Yang. After sending it, he exposed the fact that he was still playing on his mobile phone 10 minutes later, so he put The words are deleted.

For a while, Xiaoqun became as quiet as a chicken again.

When Xie Yao returned to his seat, he found that Uncle Yan had already woken up.He took out his phone, found an app that records time, and clicked on "Start".

Xie Yao used to use this app to record the time spent studying questions, and the weekly study time of each subject was mainly used to evaluate his learning status at each stage.

Now, however, this no-nonsense app has a new purpose.

Xie Yao named the latest recording project "The daily waking time of the uncle next door."

In order to further understand Yan Zhou's sleep pattern, he carefully recorded Yan Zhou's sleepless time during the day, and made a line chart with the chart that comes with the APP. He pays attention to this chart every day like watching the market trend .

He found that Yan Zhou was usually able to sleep better in the morning, and his waking time was significantly longer in the afternoon. In class, he would pretend to take out his books and flip through them casually without listening to the class. If there were novels to read in his homework, he would stop and read them. for a while.

When I'm bored, I play with my mobile phone, basically very quiet - a calm and prudent pure student.

According to the sleep pattern, Xie Yao reckoned that the possibility of Yan Zhou staying up late at night was very high.

But what is rare is that Yan Zhou is not particularly difficult to get along with.

Or maybe he's used to being teased?

Gu Jiayang and Li Xue in front were very anxious and uncomfortable, and they didn't dare to turn their heads and talk to Xie Yao casually.They always feel that there is a Buddha sitting behind them, and they cannot disturb the Buddha when he is sleeping, and they still have to make offerings cautiously when the Buddha wakes up.

Seeing that Yan Zhou woke up, Xie Yao reminded: "The next math class is homework, you can take out the book."

Yan Zhou put his knuckles against his temples, barely regained consciousness, and said impatiently, "Which one?"

"The homework I wrote yesterday."

Yan Zhou frowned: "Did you have any math homework yesterday?"

Xie Yao: "..." He felt that his career in persuading students was going to fail.

Xie Yao had a sudden thought, and asked tentatively, "Do you still remember the appearance of the math teacher?"

"Female." Yan Zhou unscrewed the mineral water bottle and drank his saliva, then continued: "Do you wear stereotyped clothes?"

Xie Yao wanted to die.

"You're even wrong about your gender. You should be talking about an English teacher...They made you stand as a punishment not long ago."

Yan Zhou gave a hoarse "um", indicating that the problem was not serious.

Xie Yao felt that he was about to lose self-control: "Then let me ask again, do you still remember what Lao Yang taught?"

"Language."

Sure enough, you are special to Lao Yang.

Xie Yao felt that he had regained a little bit of confidence, and now his requirements for this uncle were getting lower and lower, which was outrageously low.He was afraid that when Yan Zhou was admitted to P University in the future, he would be so excited that he would cry.

Mathematics teacher Chen Changjian saw Yan Zhou get the correct textbook and homework for the first time in class, and he was a little excited and satisfied. Then he glanced at his favorite high-achieving student Xie Yao sitting next to him, and thought it should be Xie Yao mobilized Yan Zhou to study.

Yan Zhou was holding a pen in his hand, and Chen Changjian thought he was seriously correcting his homework.

Chen Changjian specially picked a relatively simple fill-in-the-blank question, and clicked on Yan Zhou: "Tell me, Yan Zhou, how to solve this question?"

Uncle Yan, who hadn't stood up to answer questions for a long time and was always given up by the teacher, stood up very unaccustomedly, and gave Chen Changjian a face.

He flipped through the notebook in his hand and was a little dazed, so Xie Yao had no choice but to poke him and point him to the answer.

Yan Zhou glanced at it, and replied lazily, "Just choose C."

Chen Changjian:? ? ? ?

"Crap." Xie Yao couldn't help cursing in a low voice, and moved the notebook closer, "It's this fill-in-the-blank question!"

Yan Zhou said in a voice that was just right enough for the whole class to hear, "Oh, it looks like a flower."

Class Three: ... so arrogant? ?

Chen Changjian's brows were jumping, he resisted the urge to throw Yan Zhou with chalk, and asked patiently, "What's the answer you wrote for this question?"

Uncle Yan was very frank: "I can't do this question."

When he sat down, Xie Yao reprimanded in a low voice: "This question is really simple, you should read the answer anyway."

Yan Zhou said casually: "After the answer is given, we must talk about the process. I can't explain it. It's better not to read the answer."

Xie Yao actually felt that what he said made sense? ?

There is a fart reason!I can't even do small calculations like this...

Yesterday's "Yes, Ido" made Xie Yao almost think that he had some foundation, it seems that Xie Yao himself had hallucinations.

After class, he couldn't help but ask Yan Zhou: "I have a little doubt, how did you get into the Mingcheng First Division? Could it be that you were born with the blessing of Wenquxing?"

Xie Yao even started to engage in metaphysics.

Yan Zhou didn't answer him, took out his school uniform jacket from the belly of the table, and reminded him in a cold voice: "Speak softly, I'm going to bed."

Grass……

Xie Yao had no choice but to take out his mobile phone again, and recorded a sum of money for Yan Zhou on the APP, and then silently relayed in real time in his heart:

"The old man next door has fallen down again... Let us wait and see, when will he wake up again?"

No, he must figure out why Yan Zhou is so sleepy!

Such a good young man, why did he end up on the road of no return to sleepy gods!

When school was about to leave, Xie Yao received a WeChat message from his aunt, asking him about his recent studies, and then told him to go directly to the barbecue restaurant for dinner after school.

Xie Yao hesitated for a moment, because the barbecue shop was not too close to the school, so it was not very convenient, but he was a bit gluttonous.

He suddenly remembered that Yan Zhou worked in a barbecue restaurant before, so he hurriedly caught up with Yan Zhou who had just left the house, and grabbed his schoolbag strap.

"Hey, are you going to work at a barbecue restaurant today?"

Yan Zhou turned his head: "Why do you ask this?"

"My aunt called me to eat. If you go to work, let's go there together? Take your car?"

Yan Zhou was stunned for a moment, turned his car key in his pocket, and repeated with some difficulty: "You want to rub my car?"

Xie Yao gave a soft "um" and found that Yan Zhou had resistance written on his face.

"Brother, you seem a little reluctant."

"Is your back seat so precious?"