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As soon as the words fell, the whole class gasped. During this vacation, Teacher Su not only cut her hair, but also recharged Liang Jingru's courage, right?

"Who are you?" Brother Jia's temper was indeed not very good, and his straight school uniform gave off a bohemian feeling.

At this moment, the jumping voice calling Brother Jia caught up. Seeing Brother Jia standing at the door and not going in, he shouted: "Brother Jia, why don't you go in... What the hell, who is this handsome guy?"

No one would dislike others calling him handsome, and Tan Zhao naturally wouldn't, so even if the student said foul words, he didn't get angry, but introduced himself in a "considerate" way.

"Zhao Jia, Xiao Mingming, I am Su Jinglin, your homeroom teacher."

true and false? !This is Su Jinglin who dare not speak loudly in front of his brother Jia? !

There was also a moment of astonishment on Zhao Jia's face, but he quickly restrained himself, and walked out with a step that his relatives did not recognize, holding the breakfast: "Squad leader? Not interested."

After finishing speaking, he took a group of younger brothers and sat in the exclusive seat for the school bully at the back.

Tan Zhao looked at the back of the classroom. There was a group of tall and burly boys sitting in the back like bodyguards. He couldn't help but smile in his heart, but his face remained calm: "It's okay, maybe I'll be interested if you work for two more days." gone."

Brother Jia raised his eyelids, but he didn't refute again. Tan Zhao took it as his tacit consent to be the class monitor, and happily marked the class monitor on the roster with his left hand, and the self-study was over as soon as possible.

Classwork in the third year of senior high school is very intense. Even though the grades in Class 13 are top notch and the reputation is high, the teachers are still very conscientious. Tan Zhao watched the math teacher walk into Class 13 before going to the Chinese teaching group for training.

There is no way, the original owner is burdened with 130 million gambling debts, and his life is almost breathless, so he can't care about assigning homework.

After the training, Tan Zhao looked at the time, and it was almost time for class.

Because she is the head teacher of class 13, Su Jinglin only teaches Chinese for one class of class 13. Of course, starting from the second grade of high school, the average Chinese score of class 13 has always been the bottom of the whole grade.

Of course, it cannot be said that Su Jinglin is not capable enough. The original owner is also a graduate of a teacher-training college. Looking at the previous lesson plans, one can see that the original owner is very serious...

It can only be said that Class 13 has been "on hold" for too long.

Before the holiday, the school had just passed the first monthly exam of this semester, and the results... can be said to be terrible. Some students' total scores are not as high as Jiage's in mathematics.

Tan Zhao stood on the podium, looking at the report card in his hand, feeling a little melancholy for a while.

"The results of this monthly exam are no surprises. Our class is the last one again. You can see that the teacher has changed a new image to surprise you once. When will you surprise the teacher again?"

"...Teacher, we also want to."

"Yes, teacher, think with your hands, but your brain can't do it~"

Listen to what this is talking about. Tan Zhao didn't go into details about the results. After all, there is really nothing to talk about with just this report card: "Forget it, since it doesn't know the brain, the teacher will teach it. Let's talk about it today. For the classical Chinese part, everyone take the monthly exam paper..."

Chinese, in fact, is to pay attention to the ability to read and express. Tan Zhao is very fortunate that Su Jinglin is only a Chinese teacher. If it is an English or chemistry teacher, then he really can only act and resign on the spot.

To be honest, he still feels like he is missing arms and broken legs when reading modern simplified characters, but he is familiar with classical Chinese. He may have also met some authors of classical Chinese.

The discipline in class 13 has always been loose, the head teacher can't control it, and the other teachers naturally don't care, Tan Zhao has started to give lectures, Feng Xiulan is still lying on the table, although Jia Ge and his four younger brothers are not asleep, they are obviously not attending the class.

The class attendance rate of the students in front was about [-]-[-]. When I entered the third year of high school, I probably got points in all the exams. I felt that there was no hope, so I simply gave up studying this year.

To be honest, Tan Zhao didn't like this attitude.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Tan Zhao had just finished speaking three classical Chinese essays. He put down the test paper and left Class 13 very simply. Thanks to his good appearance, he was watched by his classmates to leave.

"Fuck, Brother Jia, I actually understand a little bit about this damn old man!"

Xiao Mingming next to him immediately echoed: "That's right, I actually think...it's interesting." After finishing speaking, even he himself couldn't believe it.

Brother Jia didn't even raise his eyelids: "Oh? Then study hard."

"..." The two younger brothers suddenly fell silent.

Feng Xiulan next to him changed his posture and continued to lie down, and conveniently threw a piece of blank Chinese paper into the trash can next to him. For some reason, he suddenly felt irritable, especially when he heard the classmates chattering about Su How handsome the teacher is, and the interest in learning has been rekindled.

In the next few days, Tan Zhao was familiar with the daily life of the Chinese teacher while observing the state of the lovely students.

On this day, it was raining heavily outside. Sitting in the office, Tan Zhao finally received last month's salary. God is sorry, he is no longer negative equity.

I decided to go to the long-coveted hot pot restaurant after school to have a meal.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su is not good!"

The person who came was a girl from his class, named Chang Yue. At this moment, she was flustered, gasped and said: "Feng Xiulan, Feng Xiulan beat up a freshman!"

"what?!"

When Tan Zhao arrived, Feng Xiulan was still wrestling with others, his body was covered with rain, and the people beside him did not dare to persuade him to fight, so he stepped forward and tore off Feng Xiulan who was being beaten by others with one hand, and pushed To Jia who just arrived: "Squad leader, stop him!"

Brother Jia almost let Feng Xiulan escape, but in this case, he did not refute.

"Student, are you okay?"

The corner of the freshman's mouth was blackened. It was obvious that Feng was the one who hit him hard. It's just that the freshman just entered high school not long ago, and Feng Xiulan is a lone ranger. Where did such a big hatred come from?

"Teacher, he hit me! I was walking on campus, and he rushed over to hit me. The third year of high school is amazing, the school bully is amazing!"

When Feng Xiulan heard this, he wanted to move his fist again.

Tan Zhao couldn't help having a headache. Just as he was about to reconcile a few sentences, the dean of teaching and the dean of seniority arrived.

Beating someone in school, if the circumstances are serious, you will be punished. Please refer to Brother Jia for an example. If you are punished in the third year of high school, it will be very difficult to get rid of it.

After bringing a group of people to the office, the grade director immediately said angrily: "Feng Xiulan, why did you beat someone!"

Feng Xiulan's expression was indifferent, with a look of disdain on his face that "you can beat someone if you beat someone, why should you choose a life?" He made it clear that he was not afraid of punishment, and immediately made the teacher angry.

When the grade director in the first year of high school came over, he said that he would call the parents and deal with it seriously.

Tan Zhao had seen Feng Xiulan's parent contact list, and there was only a phone number on it. Although it was filled in the father column, he called once, and it was answered by Feng's father's secretary.

He stayed at classmate Feng's house. Although he didn't say he knew the kid very well, he always had five or six points. It's true that he was indifferent to people, but he didn't necessarily love fighting. There were a few groups of people who kept looking for Feng Xiulan. Trouble.

There was also this junior high school student who said he was pitiful, but he was a little tender after all. Although he had hidden a lot of pride in his eyes, he finally showed two points after hearing that he was going to call his parents.

malicious.

Tan Zhao looked at Feng Xiulan, who was silent and cold, and suddenly said: "Director Qian, Director Sun, it is wrong for my students to beat others, but I believe that my students will never beat others for no reason. In court, judges have to rely on evidence to convict. , Just because my student has a special personality, I made such a hasty conclusion? Please forgive me for not agreeing."

"Mr. Su, you don't know this kind of bad bastard students, they..."

It was rare for Tan Zhao to interrupt others directly: "Teacher, I hope you don't use this name to define students, it will make you appear unprofessional."

Feng Xiulan was somewhat surprised and moved by the above words, but was washed away by this "not very professional".

"Teacher Su, you are messing around!"

"It doesn't matter if I'm messing around or not. My student hit someone, he should pay compensation if he should, and write a review if he should write a review, but he didn't explain the cause of the incident clearly. For example, why did this little student go to the third year of high school?" Come on, at this point in time, high school is over early in the morning, right?"

"I... I'm here to wait for someone!" Xiao Gao blurted out as soon as he saw the teachers' attention coming towards him.

"Waiting for someone, who are you waiting for? Tell the teacher, okay?"

"Teacher Su, please be careful with your words!"

Tan Zhao closed his mouth, but his eyes were still looking at Xiao Gaoyi, gentle and focused, as if saying "Don't be afraid, tell what you know, the teacher will uphold justice for you".

"Teacher, what does this have to do with who I am waiting for?"

Only then did Tan Zhao look back: "It really doesn't matter. If you don't want to answer, little classmate, forget it."

Teacher Su is so caring, but the child's class teacher felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, and said, "Chen Hao, if you speak out, we have a clear conscience."

Chen Hao: MMP!

Chen Hao was indeed going to wait for someone, not others, but Feng Xiulan. He faltered, but Feng Xiulan suddenly said at this moment: "Why, are you cowardly now? Just pointed at my nose and called me a bastard?"

The tone was three points aloof and seven points mocking, just like Feng Xiulan's whole person now.

No one expected that Feng Xiulan, who never tried to defend himself, would speak up suddenly, not even Tan Zhao, let alone the grade director who had dealt with him many times.

Panic flashed across Chen Hao's face. Although he quickly concealed it, the directors who had been in charge of the students for most of their lives still saw it, and it was because they saw it that this matter became difficult.