teacher!You are talking nonsense!

bundle.

When there are beauties watching, the time always flies by very quickly, and the bell for the end of get out of class has already rang outside.

Of course, in terms of the learning rhythm of our third year of high school, there is really no difference between the get out of class bell and the absence of the bell.Well, the Xueba over there, the Xueshen on the left, and the Xuesu on the right, are all looking at the things on the table seriously anyway, writing and drawing from time to time, I can't learn anyway, looking at the front wall Counting the days every day, how many days are left before the college entrance examination... Hurry up, I have confidence in myself anyway, I will definitely not be able to get into a good university, I guess, even if I can leave, it will be a poor school , these days, in order to make money, major colleges and universities can still get a graduate with a low score.

Looking at these people who study hard around me, I can't understand what they are working so hard for.

Speaking of which, I have an elementary school classmate in the top class. He goes to class every day and plays all kinds of games like me. They are dead, but this buddy is really a god of learning. He doesn’t do a single question on weekdays. He starts to read books two days before the monthly exam at the end of the month. The scores that come down are still very high. Compared with these idiots in our ordinary class, although they have put in so much effort, their grades are still as bad as scum. It really makes people lose the motivation to study.

I was in a daze for a while, Fatty Wang, who had gone out to drain the water, just returned to his seat, when the class bell rang again, as if to remind me of my life.Everyone said "10 minutes between classes", in fact, I felt more than once that there is no 10 minutes between classes, okay!

The second class happened to be the politics of class teacher Zhao Handong.

Every time Zhao Handong went to class, after the bell rang, he didn't know why, he was always so punctual, neither early nor late, when the last classmate had already sat down in his seat, he leisurely walked to the podium from the outside.

In fact, if it wasn't for the plain expression on his face, the lack of smiles on his face, and the colorful clothes that Lao Zhao wore, he would only look two or three years older than us.

What I know is that he has been working in our school for four years, and he took over our class last year. Logically speaking, a graduation class like ours should be taught by a senior teacher, but it may be because he is not English and mathematics Such a course that requires skills and grammar, Zhao Handong and the little Chinese girl Lan Yue have become a landscape in our grade... Well, this is not what I said, it was judged by the gossip in our grade.

The author has something to say: Because there was once a picture in the primary school textbook that showed teachers and students holding an umbrella together, and asked us to write a composition called "Teacher-Student Love". I remember that the teacher asked us to write this composition for some reason. Two or three times, so far that I am still deeply impressed... So after I came into contact with Danmei, I started various YY brain supplements, and only then did I come up with the idea of ​​this article.But when it comes to teachers and students, I really can't help but think of "The World's Number One First Love"...

I have a goal for this one is to be able to update it every day, I hope I can keep it!Come on~(≧▽≦)/~la la la~! ! !

Chapter 2

I just turned the pages of the book with the fat man, and looked up again, the head teacher Zhao Handong on the podium had already pressed the book, and was writing on the blackboard with chalk in his hand.

It's not me, but because of Lan Yue and Zhao Handong, there are strange phenomena in our class.Other older teachers who teach mathematics, English, history and geography, as long as it is the first or second period in the morning, many people doze off.But whenever one of Lan Yue and Zhao Handong comes to the class, all the boys in the Chinese class are energetic, and all the girls in the political class are energetic.Therefore, the language and politics of our class are still the top three in the parallel class.

Seeing that Zhao Handong hadn't finished writing, I took out the claw machine from my pocket, and was about to flip through the Xiuxian novels I hadn't finished reading two days ago, but I noticed one or two of the little girls around me, and most of them blinked. He looked at the back of Zhao Handong who was writing on the blackboard without blinking.

Fuck me, a girl in the group by the window took out her mobile phone and secretly took a few photos of Lao Zhao's back under the cover of the textbook. As for it!She was so happy, she showed it to the girl at the same table, and the girl at the same table grinned with her, and saw the two of them looking at the screen of the mobile phone and looking at the pen just put down on the stage. Zhao Handong.The two girls laughed a little bit like that.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Zhao Handong glanced at us, and began to give lectures in his cold but not cold voice.

Politics, I don't know how others learn it, and I don't know what it's useful for.The whole text of Marxism and Mao Zedong Thought is otherwise an international form of national policy.It is really confusing.Many times I am in a daze in class, and sometimes I can hear a sentence or two occasionally, and forget it after class is over.

Compared with other teachers' lectures, I always like Zhao Handong's lectures, because he doesn't know how to pick answers, he always speaks by himself, and then asks if there is someone in the class who doesn't understand when it is difficult to understand. If someone doesn't understand, he will explain it in detail.

From this point of view, I really think he is a good teacher, he will not cause trouble for the students, anyway, those who want to listen will naturally listen, and those who don't listen like me, he doesn't care if he doesn't disturb the classroom discipline, which is very good.

Fatty was listening, and at the same time he was still correcting Lan Yue, which he drew in the last class.

I twirled the pen in my hand a few times, sneaking a glance at Zhao Handong in the gap, but unexpectedly met his gaze.There was a thud in my heart immediately, but he was looking at me fixedly, and I suddenly had a strong premonition, thinking that this might be something bad.

Sure enough, who said that a woman's sixth sense is strong, and my man's is the same, so he looked at me and said, "Hei Yunlong, is there anything you don't understand in this paragraph?"

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he asked such a question, I would answer in a perfunctory manner, and quickly said: "No, no, I understand."

He looked at me again, but still didn't move his eyes away. Other students had already started to pay attention to me. The people sitting in front turned their heads one after another. Some girls were pointing and laughing secretly. back and forth.

The fat man also heard the question at this moment, he raised his head strangely, and looked at me like everyone else.

Fuck, it's okay, this Zhao Handong, I wouldn't have done something to apologize to you last night, and punished me like this today!

My head was already sweating a little, and the expressions of the others were becoming more and more strange. We all know that there has never been a precedent for asking a question to a certain classmate in politics class.

At this time, I saw Zhao Handong nodded, and said, "That's good." I was glad that this matter was over, but damn he went on to say: "Then tell me, the function of currency What are the five types?"

Damn!This is to kill me!

Where should I turn this book! ! ! !I was in a hurry, and the others began to discuss in low voices, but Zhao Handong on the stage seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes were fixed on me, and he couldn't move away.

I'm also unlucky!

The voices of the other students talking became louder, as if Zhao Handong's attention was caught at this moment, he glanced around and said to me: "Sit down."

I let out a big breath, this is so fucking tiring!

Some classmates' eyes are still on me, especially some of the girls.

I do like getting attention from girls, yes, but not at this time.In the last class, I lost my place in the little beauty's Chinese, and in the second class, I was embarrassed again in politics. I am really lucky today.

As Zhao Handong resumed his lecture, the voices of the students around him gradually became quieter, and their attention gradually shifted back.

At this time, the fat man abducted me with his elbow, "I said, Xiao Hei, your chances of winning the lottery today are a bit high, buy me a lottery ticket!"

I glared at him and ignored him, but saw that he looked me up and down strangely, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Handong who was giving a lecture. I couldn't stand his weird eyes and said, "If you fart, let it go!"

He said, "Xiao Hei, does Lao Zhao also have one of the clothes you wear today? No wonder he wanted to call you by name."

When I looked at the clothes on my body, the corners of my mouth twitched, this is his at all, okay...

It has been Thursday since that unlucky day.I took a test paper yesterday, saying it was to test our bottom line. In fact, like our third year of high school, it is already in the sprint stage. The papers are handed out every now and then, and there is no way to finish it. So I still didn’t take the test yesterday. thing.

Those who study hard, no matter how good or bad their grades are, they will do it seriously by themselves, while those who are assholes like me just play around and wait until they say they have to hand it in to the teacher for judgment, then I copy a few things from Fatty Wang, and then I wrote some ABCDs on it by myself, anyway, I have the determination to lay the foundation for our classmates.Otherwise, what can I do, even if I do it non-stop, it is impossible to finish writing. There is still a pile of brand new and unfinished papers in my belly on this desk, and they know that I am used to it. Just take mine and make a copy.

From time to time, I wondered how many catties the papers in my stomach would be before our college entrance examination, how many yuan would it cost, and would it be enough for a bunch of barbecue?

The day goes on like this, everything is the same as usual.

As a result, when school was almost over in the afternoon, trouble came