On and off campus

Han Jingyi tilted his head and murmured the list, while Cheng Ziyi, who was sitting in front of him, gradually changed his expression from expectant to disbelieving.

He was silent for a while, then exclaimed, "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Han Jingyi choked suddenly, are these shows funny?What a joke!He was clearly speaking seriously!OK!

He tilted his head and whispered to himself softly: "Really?"

"But I don't think so." Han Jingyi subconsciously wanted to take out the glasses from his shirt pocket, but he missed them before remembering that the glasses were in the office. He put his hand on the bridge of his nose and made a gesture of pushing up the glasses. Zhuozhuo: "I'm serious, Mr. Cheng."

"You don't want to think about programs like blindfolded shooting knives that are not yet professional and scientific for students. And what the hell is a class talk show? I plan to drown dozens of people in the class with spittle. Dead audience?"

"It's not important. Actually, I still have other tricks, such as Guang..." Han Jingyi opened his mouth to retort, but was quickly interrupted by Cheng Ziyi, who had no choice but to urge him to finish speaking quickly with his teeth itching.

Cheng Ziyi raised his eyebrows: "Don't even think about square dancing. Don't mention the most dazzling ethnic style and don't mention Little Apple to me. These are not suitable, not suitable!"

"No, it's not." Han Jingyi took off his gold-rimmed glasses, looked at Cheng Ziyi's determined eyes, and showed a mocking and pitiful smile.

He said: "You misunderstood, what I want to say is, maybe we can have a broadcasting exercise."

The corners of Cheng Ziyi's upturned mouth suddenly became stiff, and he answered with difficulty: "Good idea, is the time calling?"

In fact, what he wanted to say was, are you fucking kidding me?

"That's right!" Han Jingyi showed a gratified smile at his understanding.

He lowered his head and glanced at the eye-catching stains on his legs, and suddenly felt that his mood wasn't that bad, and things tonight could barely be called smooth.

As a matter of course, Cheng Ziyi resolutely rejected it.

This result led to his inspiration being swept away, and he had to select suitable programs and candidates in the form of students voluntarily signing up in the class.

"Is there any student who wants to volunteer to sign up?"

Han Jingyi propped up the desk with both hands, with most of his body leaning forward facing more than 50 students around him. His condescending advantage made his image at the moment extremely majestic—even though it was of no use to the advancement of his plan.

The students below seemed to have been pressed the mute button, all of them kept silent, their eyes wandered regardless of the north, south, east, and west, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strangely quiet.

"Very good. Since the students have no objections, let's set our chorus as singing the motherland. I don't think there is any need for this exercise. You can just sing as you like. It's an extraordinary time, an extraordinary time, we still use the Learning is the main thing.”

"As for the personal evening performance. Anyone of you who wants to register is welcome to contact me before the deadline, that is, one week before the competition. I heard that there will be rewards for winning this one. I don't know the specific rewards, but if any of you can get Award, and I wouldn't mind giving him my chocolate candies for January and a few more."

Han Jingyi glanced around and found that none of them had any intention of speaking. He sighed in frustration, opened the teaching materials prepared for the lesson, and said in a deep voice: "Now, please open the books, and we will start the class."

Seeing the opportunity for Han Jingyi to turn his back to write on the blackboard, Song Lin lightly bumped into Tan Shu sitting next to him with his elbow. Very rhythmic.Sitting in the seat in front of him, the man whose thoughts were wandering in the sky and happily was forced to come back to his senses immediately. The boy with short, burly hair turned his head, there was still a bit of sleepiness in his eyes, and he looked a little dazed. .

He scratched his head and muttered softly: "What are you doing?"

Song Linchao raised his chin and motioned him to come closer. He carefully glanced at Han Jingyi who was writing on the blackboard carefully, and finally he was relieved.The faces of the three people leaned together, forming a small circle. He asked nervously, "Tan Shu, Jiang Qizhe. What do you think of the activity that Lao Ban talked about? Are you interested in participating?"

"What the hell?" Jiang Qizhe's brain was still in chaos, and what Song Lin just babbled about came from his left ear and came out from his right ear, which showed that his brain waves were not on the same line at all.

Tan Shu said without thinking, "I can only recite texts."

Song Lin's eyes lit up: "Recite!? Good idea!"

Jiang Qizhe wanted to say something, but stopped abruptly when the words reached his lips.At some point, his deskmate was attracted by their voices, and immediately, a warning look coldly swept over him, he resisted the goosebumps on his back, and silently turned back.

"Fuck Jiang Qizhe, what are you doing!" Song Lin couldn't control the volume for a while, and a swear word broke the original quiet atmosphere in an instant, successfully attracting the attention of the whole class, including Han Jingyi.

Han Jingyi turned her head and happened to see Song Linbu shamelessly pulling Jiang Qizhe's clothes with his hands.Tang Feize, who was next to Jiang Qizhe, was facing the table behind him. The postures of the four people were twisted and crooked. It looked like a group of four people were deserting and whispering together.

He asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

Song Linfei quickly withdrew his hand and sat upright: "Report to the teacher! It's nothing!"

"But they are very noisy." Tang Feize's expression was very indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him at all.

Song Lin looked at Han Jingyi cautiously, and saw that his face was gloomy like a cloud, and he said loudly: "We are just planning to win honor for the school celebration and the class!"

Han Jingyi showed surprise, and opened his mouth slightly. Song Lin felt trembling when he saw it, thinking that he had never been afraid of this word in class before, but since he was unlucky for eight lifetimes, he accidentally entered this legendary key high school. It's nothing, it's time to have fun, but after the new teacher Han at the beginning of this semester, his leisurely days have come to an end in disguise.

He never physically punishes students, and he never utters foul language to students. Most of the time, he just smiles at you with his extremely handsome face, and then... there is no more!

Do you have the heart to say no to this pleasing face?

Han Jingyi raised his eyebrows, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

He nodded with satisfaction and said happily, "Excellent."

"Then the program that represents the class will be given to you guys."

What the hell!

Song Lin almost wanted to bite off his tongue, the four of them stared at each other and closed their mouths.

#Obviously it’s your fault, why should we carry it#