hardcore fast wear

Feng Juvenile has been passive and sabotaged for many years in his student life, even if he bought Wusan, it would be a black eye.Just like what Feng Xiulan said, he never listened to lectures in class, so even if he is a god of learning in this state, he has to go through a process of accumulating from scratch.

What's more...Feng Xiulan fell headlong on the desk after facing Wusan for half an hour.

He originally thought that he would be fine for more than a month, so he would try to learn and read, so he went to the bookstore and bought a set of Wusan on impulse. He knew all the characters on it, but when combined, it was a heavenly book.

It was rare for Feng Juvenile to reflect on himself. Maybe he shouldn't trust Mr. Su too much, maybe he is not a good material for studying.

"What's the matter, it's the same as the phone's battery is only 1%?"

With the explosion of information in modern society, Tan Zhao is a person who likes new things very much. Even in front of the hardest-working senior high school class teacher in the society, he will still find something else for himself to do on weekends.

For example, playing mobile games, or reading some books, so as not to lose touch with society.

Feng Xiulan sat up suddenly, and closed Wusan on the table in an instant: "It's nothing, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm a little sleepy."

Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows, stretched his hand to push his glasses, and did not pierce the young man's soft self-esteem: "Okay, remember to combine work and rest. For the sake of cheap rent, the teacher can provide one-on-one tutoring."

"...No, no need, I can study by myself."

"really?"

Feng Xiulan nodded.

Tan Zhao took out his mobile phone and revealed the QR code of Taobao on it: "Come on, come on, double eleven activities, help the teacher quickly."

"..." Teacher, your topics are really jumping very fast.

Tan Zhao took back the phone in satisfaction, and patted the boy on the back: "Come to the living room, the teacher will learn about the situation by the way."

"what's the situation?"

Having said that, Feng Xiulan was quite fast, even when he sat down, he found a cup of warm milk tea on the table, the packaging was from the shop downstairs in the neighborhood.

"Student Chang Yue, how much do you know about her?"

Chang Yue's grades are indeed good. Her ranking in the third middle school is only two stable, but if she works harder this year, she might not be able to fight for a school. In the case of class 13, the students in class 13 The parents of the family knew in their hearts that in ancient times, Meng's mother moved three times, and Chang Yue's mother wanted to change shifts, and it was justifiable.

Feng Xiulan is indeed a ruthless lone ranger. He has been in the same class for more than a year, but he still can't get in the right seat: "Chang Yue? Male or female?"

"...Just the girl who is not tall but has a sweet smile, the girl sitting in the first row next to you."

With such a reminder, Feng Xiulan finally got a little impression: "So her name is Chang Yue, what's wrong with her? Have you had a puppy love?"

Finally, Tan Zhao couldn't hold back, and gave the young man a slap in the face: "You can't learn better! Little girl, study hard and make progress every day, but shut your crow's mouth."

In fact, if Chang Yue is willing to transfer classes, Tan Zhao will naturally not disagree, but if the little girl is unwilling and transfers classes with rebellious emotions, if her grades do not rise but fall, that would be unsightly.

After all, the third year of high school has a lot of studies, and a little girl has to work hard to adapt to her new classmates, so she can't be too hasty.

Tan Zhaoyuan still wanted to talk to Chang Yue's little classmate on Monday, and Chang Yue came to his office by himself. Seeing the little girl's expression, Tan Zhao probably guessed that Chang Yue's mother should go home and tell the child.

Tan Zhao originally thought that the little girl was going to refuse, but he didn't expect the opposite answer.

Chang Yue also wanted to change classes.

"Have you thought about it?"

Chang Yue was hesitant at first, but remembering her parents' expectations, she nodded fiercely: "I'm sorry, Teacher Su, I..."

"You don't need to apologize. Don't tell me you're not the teacher's student if you went to another class?" Tan Zhao was still very cautious when facing female students.

Chang Yue nodded fiercely: "Of course."

"Yes, that's fine, let's go to class first."

Chang Yue left, she walked to the door of class 13, and was a little afraid to go in for a while, although class 13 was the worst class in the whole grade, but... She was cruel and stepped in.

Tan Zhao took Chang Yue's student file to find the grade director. In fact, it was quite rare to transfer classes at this time.

The grade director, Director Qian, saw that it was Xiao Su, and his head hurt a little.

This baking soda has never had a haircut, and his mouth is as sharp as a debater in a debate contest. No wonder he is a Chinese student.

"Director Qian, there is a student in my class who wants to transfer."

"Change classes?"

Director Qian's attitude obviously disagreed, but after seeing Chang Yue's results, he did not completely reject Tan Zhao.Later, Chang Yue's parents came to the school, and after personally inquiring about Chang Yue's wishes, Chang Yue's transfer was settled.

Chang Yue, transfer to his third grade (5) class.

System: Host, you took over this class but within a month, the number of people has changed from 3 to 2.

[......]

Chang Yue's departure instantly stagnated the atmosphere in Class 13, and there was even gossip in the class that Brother Jia would transfer to another class and leave. They're all gone, why is Brother Jia still staying in the "abandoned" Class 13?

In this regard, Jia Ge, who has always gone his own way, did not make any remarks.

Tan Zhao quickly discovered the strange atmosphere in the class. Here, we must thank the little classmate Feng Xiulan who shared the information selflessly.

"Actually, we have already given up, Mr. Su, it's not your fault." After Feng Xiulan finished speaking, he rarely gave up a word of comfort.

But obviously, Tan Zhao was not comforted, he really didn't believe it, he couldn't cure this group of seventeen or eighteen young people: "That's not what I said, I have to be worthy of the money I spend for this salary .”

...The co-authorship is because of this, Feng Xiulan actually has a feeling that it is so true.

"Then what if you're not our class teacher?" Feng Xiulan couldn't help pinching the corner of the book when she asked this question.

Tan Zhao keenly felt Feng's emotions, but did not answer this question: "Little friend, there are everything in this world, but there are no ifs, so ah, life is only once, and there is no way to regret it."

"Ok?"

"Teacher doesn't want to wait for you to regret your slack now after ten or twenty years." Tan Zhao pointed to the math problem written by Feng Xiulan, "This way, the picture of the function is reversed."

"How is it possible!" Feng Xiulan's attention was quickly distracted, he flipped to the last answer in a hurry, and then... was slapped in the face.

If he remembers correctly, when he asked Mr. Su a math problem two days ago, the other party still looked like he had returned it to the teacher long ago and waited for me to read the math book before solving the problem.

"What are you looking at, it won't work if you pick it up!" Xiao Mian, your teacher's piece of ginger is very spicy.

System: I don't know who it is, I ate math books at night, tsk~

The learning atmosphere in Class 13 was low, and Tan Zhaoyuan wanted to cheer up the little bastards. After all, the midterm exam was coming, and this state was not good.

Before he could take action, he saw the scene of the quarrel between Brother Jia and his younger brother. To be precise, it was Brother Jia and his younger brother Xiao Mingming.

"Brother Jia, are you leaving?" Xiao Mingming's voice was cautiously tentative and hopeful.

Brother Jia frowned, apparently not liking to hear this sentence.

Xiao Mingming is a child who admits death, and he just wanted to hear Jia Ge say something negative, but when he didn't wait, he became a little emotional: "Why don't you deny it? You've been getting more and more busy recently, telling you not to play ball or play games, you guys What the hell are you doing?"

Brother Jia still didn't speak, but his hands behind his back were irritated.

Xiao Mingming was even more immersed in his own emotions: "Actually, that's fine too. Brother Jia, you have good grades. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been in class 13..."

"Xiao Mingming, enough is enough for you. If you talk about these things, when did I say I'm leaving class 13!"

Xiao Mingming said: "Then why don't you play with me?"

Brother Jia's eyes drifted into the distance, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Mingming was so angry that he ran away on the spot. Brother Jia chased him for two steps, but in the end he still couldn't catch up. When he turned his head, he saw Su Jinglin holding a barbecue in his left hand and a packing box in his right.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't see anything?"

Of course Jia Ge didn’t believe it, but he still had to hurry to work in the night market. None of them were Xiao Mingming. They finally turned 18 this year.

He, Erhou, Fengzi, and Xiaoke all have no chance to be willful.

Tan Zhao was carrying things, and he could feel that Brother Jia was like a taut string at this time, just like the original owner in his memory when he was in the third year of high school.

He was covered in fireworks again, and the strong smell of oily smoke from Malatang soaked his whole body. Brother Jia unbuttoned his coat with some disgust, but the smell still went straight into his nose.

Forget it, when I go back and change my clothes, go treat Xiao Mingming to a supper.

He took off his coat and put it on his back. At the same position at the exit of the night market, he saw Su Jinglin's figure again, but at this moment, the neon lights were flashing, and the other party's hands were empty.

Obviously waiting for him.

"What?"

Tan Zhao smiled, but didn't say anything. Brother Jia raised his foot and was about to leave, but Xiao Mingming jumped out from behind, looking like a little wife: "Brother Jia, Brother Jia, it's my fault!"

"You—" Jia Ge looked at Tan Zhao.

Tan Zhao waved his hand: "It's really not me telling the story, it's Brother Jia, your friend told him."

Xiao Mingming was already dying of guilt: "Brother Jia, if Xiao Ke hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known... Brother Jia, I'm sorry."

Brother Jia frowned, and young people obviously didn't like this kind of scene even more: "It's so ugly, what are you sorry for? If you don't go home at night, what are you doing now! Don't you have to go to school tomorrow!"

If possible, Xiao Mingming's head would already be buried in the soil.

Tan Zhao felt that Brother Jia at this moment was very class-leading, well, the person he chose was indeed very good.