my teacher

As we all know, most schools divide arts and sciences from the second year of high school.

There are five classes in the whole school year group here. The second (third) class of high school that Qu Cangmang is going to lead is a science class that has just been separated. It is relatively easy to develop relationships with students.

There are 15 students in the class, 13 boys and 2 girls. After the separation of arts and sciences, the girls basically ran away. The typical yin and yang ratio in science classes is out of balance.

Compared with public schools, the number of students is indeed a bit small, but this is understandable. After all, Yuanxing is a private boarding school with high tuition fees. Most children from other families will not consider this place first.

Five minutes before the start of class, Qu Cangmang stopped at the door of class three.

He didn't rush to push the door and walk in, but first ran through the list of students he had memorized by heart, and then he lifted the broken hair hanging by his right ear, and gently touched the very inconspicuous with his index finger A few taps on the black opal earrings, the earrings suddenly burst into a dim light, and a teacup appeared in Qu Cangmang's open palm.

Teacups filled with Po Meng's special tonifying soup are sold at fixed soup shops in Fengdu Pedestrian Street for five silver coins and a small bowl.

The opal earrings are small objects that he accidentally got from Bai Wuchang when he took the first ghost to find Bai Wuchang to exchange coins. It has the invisible backpack function described in modern games. The price tag is high in the medieval market.

But this thing has a little bit of disadvantages.

The earring backpack can only hold things related to eating and drinking, and nothing else can be put in. Therefore, since then, the few slots in the earrings have become his spare snack pockets, and he can take them out to eat and drink whenever he is hungry. No, it satisfies the greedy him.

Po Meng is indifferent and reticent, but she is really good at making soup.

Five silver coins are enough for the residents below to eat Hesai and have fun for half a month, but there are always people who are willing to spend a lot of money to queue up to buy the nourishing soup made by Meng Po.

That taste is really wonderful!

The snack pocket has an automatic fresh-keeping and temperature-adjusting function. Qu Cangmang drank it in one gulp, and then licked his lips to savor the moderately warm and endless aftertaste of Mengpo's special tonic soup.

Well, I accidentally chewed a few very sweet goji berries.

Some people say that after drinking Mengpo soup and crossing the Naihe bridge, you will forget the past, all the troubles, and the love and hatred of the past...

Qu Cangmang feels that this point varies from person to person.

Because of his special physique, he was taken away by the reckless trainee ghost as a person whose lifespan had expired. He drove the ducks onto the Naihe Bridge and drank two big bowls of Mengpo soup, but only tasted like spicy noodle soup. The memory remains. Clear, I didn't forget anything I wanted to forget.

Qu Cangmang felt refreshed after swallowing the soup of five silver coins in one go.

This way... you shouldn't be stage fright... um... you should...

He calmed down, raised his hand and pushed open the door of Class [-] ([-]) of Senior High, showing a warm smile that he thought was kind and amiable, narrowing his eyes slightly, typical of a good teacher, "Students, good morning. "

It can be said that the sound is full and the image is powerful.

What responded to him was boundless silence.

Because there is only one person in the classroom.

And this person ignored him completely.

Qu Cangmang, "..."

Wait, why is it a little different from what he imagined?

Qu Cangmang's footsteps were abruptly stuck at the door of the class, his hands were still in the posture of pushing the door, and he tried his best to maintain a smile that should have been, but it only showed his strange stiffness at the moment.

Anyway, it felt really bad.

Sure enough, a rookie in the first class of life, sometimes you can't just refuse to admit your lack of experience!

The five silver coin soup is considered a waste.

Qu Cangmang tried to relax again, turned around and closed the door, took a few steps forward, put all the textbooks and lesson plans he brought on the desk, and deliberately made an oppressive voice, "Boom—" .

But the student never paid any attention to his intentions, and seemed to be very immersed in the world of books.

In fact, think about it from another angle, less people are better for him to perform normally...

But, just one person, isn't that too little?

"This classmate..." Qu Cangmang lamented that the hygiene in the classroom was good, and just wanted to get off the podium.

Sitting in the last row of the classroom, the only student in the class quickly raised his head this time, "Old Shi, are you calling me?"

This student is not outstanding, but his eyes are emerald green.

Maybe it's a mixed race or wearing green colored contact lenses. Private schools don't have strict requirements on the appearance of students. Qu Cangmang didn't care about his rare pure-colored eyes, but raised his chin slightly, "Yes, your name."

The class teacher's aura is particularly strong.

"Of course." The voice gave people a sense of a calm ancient well.

"So?" Qu Cangmang's brain's search engine automatically activated, and it took a while to remember that there was indeed a classmate in the class whose full name was one word.

If he remembered correctly, then this person named Ran should be the monitor of the class.

The name of the squad leader is only one word, why did it take me a long time to recall it?Not appropriate.

But now, it's not time to worry about this.

Qu Cangmang nodded, and then asked, "Squad leader, is this the case every day in our class's morning self-study?"

"No." Ran looked straight into his eyes, "Today is the first day of this semester."

Is this a reason to explain the phenomenon? It is acceptable but unforgivable, "So you are going to be late collectively on the first day of the new semester?"

Qu Cangmang looked at his watch. It was 2 minutes before the class bell. Even if he stepped into the campus and ran for a while, it was absolutely impossible to enter the classroom on time.

"No." Ran continued to look at him without blinking, and her lips barely moved when she spoke, "They won't be late."

After finishing speaking, he looked away and turned to the wall clock on the classroom wall, "Old Shi, look at what time it is."

Qu Cangmang was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned around and followed his gaze to look at the wall, "Isn't it going to be eight o'clock soon... Uh...? Uh! Uh!" When he turned around again, he almost peed in fright.

There was no sound at all, and he didn't look at the watch for more than 2 seconds!Where did these cute and bright smiling faces come from?

"You guys, how did you get in here?" Qu Cangmang quickly stood up while supporting the podium, after all, he was someone who had seen big scenes.

What's more, this is the first lesson in life, and you must not lose the chain.

"From the main entrance, old wet!" Said the cute girl with twin ponytails sitting in the first row, and even winked at him shyly.

There was a sweet smile on the pink face, and the nerd index was so high that he could spurt blood on the spot with his self-control.

Qu Cangmang didn't appreciate the beautiful students in the class, thinking, came in from the main entrance?Absolutely impossible.

Half-closed his eyes, Class Teacher Qu's scorching eyes roughly swept across the whole class, each of them had a long lifeline, if not everyone in the class was full of yang, he would even mistake it for some of the boring people below Come and play with him.

"There are still two people missing in the penultimate row."

There are only fifteen single tables in the whole class, and two empty chairs are particularly obvious.

"Old wet, there is no shortage!" The cute girl insisted.

"Quiet." Qu Cangmang flew over with a stern glance, and the other party immediately shrank his neck in embarrassment and stopped talking.

Woohoo, old wet boobs!

"When I'm talking, I don't want anyone to interrupt. This is the most basic courtesy. If you have a question, just raise your hand."

"I'll raise my hand if you're so wet!" A boy sitting behind the cute girl shouted.

"You don't need to speak when you raise your hand." Qu Cangmang was full of momentum, and unconsciously entered the role of a teacher.

"Oh." The boy raised his hand this time, staring at Qu Cangmang, not daring to say a word.

Qu Cangmang nodded in satisfaction, "What's the matter, let's talk."

"Old wet, I forgot something on the window sill, can you take it?"

"what?"

"Fish tank."

"..."

Qu Cangmang looked at the window, and there was indeed a small round bathtub, with a fish rolling its eyes floating in it, temporarily suppressing the doubts in his heart, "Are you bringing the fish tank to school?"

"Uh... yes." The boy said bravely.

"Let's talk after class." Looking at the unnatural expression, you know there is something wrong. The level of making up nonsense is too young for this group of students.

Qu Cangmang didn't give the boy a chance to explain. Just when the class bell rang, he took advantage of the situation and changed the topic, "Before the formal class, let me give a brief self-introduction."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of chalk from the small iron box on the podium, turned around and began to write his name and contact information on the blackboard.

The handwriting is neat, the strokes are powerful, and the writing is extremely serious.

However, the students below the podium were a little absent-minded, and the students in the second row elbowed the dozing students in the first row, "Hurry up and hit the bathtub, Xiao Cao Cao overslept!"

"Yawn—wait a minute." This yawning boy had a shiny bald head.

If nine dots are printed on the top of the head, then...hehe...

The bald boy rubbed his eyes wearily. Although he was sitting in the first row, he was far away from the window sill.

"Really, how can you oversleep on the first day of school? Didn't the class monitor remind you that we are coming to Xin Lao Shi today? Our class must make a perfect impression on Xin Lao Shi. Why do we sleep so much..." He muttered softly in his mouth, stretching his neck long.

how long?More than two meters long, he directly hit the edge of the bathtub with his bald head. The knock was silent, but it caused ripples in the bathtub.

"Cao Zhiwei, wake up!"

"Googoo..." The fish in the water rolled its eyes, aimed its eyes at the wall clock on the wall through the transparent bathtub, and immediately jumped out of the fish tank when it saw the time.

"Paralysis - why did you call me a dead bald man!"

The little golden fish fell to the ground and transformed into a slender and stunning mermaid.

This mermaid is male.

After twisting on the ground twice, he realized that he had forgotten to take the tail of the fish. When Qu Cangmang had written his name and phone number and turned around to speak, he glanced to the left and met a pair of blue eyes. superior.

A classmate who was completely dry and sitting on the ground had a large puddle of water under him.

"Old, old wet...Actually, I..." Cao Zhiwei felt that he really needed to make up why he appeared in this state.

Qu Cangmang said expressionlessly, "You're late."

Cao Zhiwei, "It's late to me, and then I'm... eh?" No!Why didn't Lao Shi ask anything!

Qu Cangmang, "Evening self-study is over, stay on duty."

Cao Zhiwei, "..."

There are a lot of reasons, all stuck in his mouth.