my teacher

On the third day of the second week of school, Qu Cangmang went to the dean's office during the break of the second period, and successfully obtained his own work permit.

Well, he is also a certified person now.

But even if he doesn't get the certificate today, he still has something to discuss with the director.

The teacher of the language department of the third class in the first two weeks of school has never shown up, and has been on sick leave, making Qu confused and helpless, but even more resentful.

The students in the third class are indeed a bit mixed, but just because their academic performance is not outstanding, we can't deny the whole class, deny their efforts to go to school, and all kinds of compromises in order to integrate into human society and integrate into the school...

It's not easy for them.

"Please don't worry about the Chinese teacher, she doesn't need to worry about the Chinese grades of class three." Because it was a female teacher, when Qu Cangmang and the director mentioned this matter, she still said it very face-saving.

He is a master of science, so he can't lead the students to read the text every class!What's more, formal Chinese lesson preparation needs to be approved by the director before it can be reported to the head of the year group.

Moreover, in such a special class, he was not relieved to have an extra subject teacher who rejected students so much.

Hearing this, the teaching director was immediately happy. Does this new head teacher want to be in charge of the Chinese class of class three?

I was worried about this matter at first, but I didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to deliver it to my door so soon. The director was very happy, and answered Qu Cangmang's request with a smile on his face, "Xiao Qu, work hard, the leaders are very optimistic about you. of."

Qu Cangmang, "..."

He could see that even if Class Three won the little red flag, it would be the most unpopular class in the whole school, not one of them.

Qu Cangmang is now in charge of mathematics, English, reading appreciation, class meetings, and physical exercise classes, and has added a new language.

Will there be a salary increase?Qu Cangmang was a little uncertain.

He didn't know that this matter that had just been confirmed spread among the various offices 5 minutes later, even the teachers in the third year group knew about it.

Unexpectedly, it became a must-talk topic for all the teachers in the school after dinner.

"Have you heard? That Teacher Qu from the second year of high school is a newcomer. He has been in the limelight recently."

"I heard!" Another teacher said with a full face, "The school finally has a teacher who saves the poor! We have been looking forward to it for more than a year!"

"Can you take over the physics class too? My scalp tingles when I look at that class of students!"

Another person who didn't quite understand the situation asked with some doubts, "Is it that exaggerated?" Isn't it just a small class with poor academic performance?

"You don't understand, Mr. Wang, that class...is full of people!"

I really don’t understand, even people who haven’t taught the third class don’t understand.

Of course, in the future, Qu Cangmang will not give anyone a chance to personally experience this matter.

High school sophomore (three) class!To pick up!

→_→I→_→Is→_→Sell→_→Moe→_→of→_→Score→_→Cutting→_→Line→_→Thursday morning self-study, the homework punished by the whole class is finally over All paid.

With the example of Li Hao being severely criticized, no one in the class dared to cheat openly anymore. At most one pen was tied to the tail to ensure the writing quality while ensuring the speed.

Those who are crazy about carbon paper don't dare to use it at all. That thing is easy to blind the eyes. How could the teacher not see it!

After handing in their homework, many people were surprised to find that Simplified characters, which Nima had practiced for several years but failed to produce results, are now written decently and very standard.

Especially the few people who rely on all night work and have no tails tied at all (in fact, no tails to tie) are very happy with their progress. Now their writing is as good as the copybooks sold in bookstores!

Those classical Chinese texts that have been copied more than 50 times can be memorized silently before they are learned. As long as they are instructed, they can quickly understand the general idea and memorize the key points.

Although some did not close their eyes for several nights, everyone was in a good state of mind.

Of course, this situation is what Qu Cangmang is satisfied with.

Speaking of which, some students are quite narcissistic. At most, they can write horizontally and vertically, which is the level of beginners in calligraphy. They even boast of copybooks...

Sure enough, more practice is needed.

"Where's the original sound?" In the self-study class in the afternoon, I didn't see this student staying in his seat to read.

Qu Cangmang checked Yuanyin's exercise booklet and homework book. The pages were clean and orderly, and the handwriting was neat, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Looks like I went to the library to borrow mock questions."

Qu Cangmang nodded understandingly, that kid was working hard preparing for the Math Olympiad competition in October... Cough, no, it was that student.

Qu Cangmang heard Wang Jinyu mention the age of the original sound...it is said...a few hundred years old==!

He, a class teacher who just turned 25, is under a lot of pressure.

It just so happened that Qu Cangmang also went to the school library to borrow two sets of teaching materials related to Chinese.

In his early years, his Chinese performance was not outstanding. Apart from the fact that his composition could help his overall score improve, he really didn't have any strong points in other aspects.

Now that he has decided to officially take over the Chinese class of class three, the unnutritious process of reading texts can no longer take up most of the class time in class.

The second year of high school is very critical, and no one subject can be missed.

Qu Cangmang still doesn't know the reason for the formation of this class, but judging by the seriousness of the people in the class, it's true.

Students with a good attitude, even if they are not human, deserve to be treated well by themselves.

Through a long corridor, Qu Cangmang came to the library located in Block D of the school.

This library is quite famous in S city. Its collection of books is not inferior to that of the city library, and it also has a special channel open to the outside world. It's just that the people who come from outside to borrow library cards are not treated as well as the students of this school, and there are many restrictions.

Teachers in this school are more free to borrow books. They don't need to register, and there is no set date for returning books. They just need to say hello to the librarians.

Qu Cangmang found two textbooks with good reputation, and found the "Chinese Lesson Plan Guidance Encyclopedia" published last year from a corner shelf. This book is very useful!

Just when he was about to return home with a full load and go back to the cafeteria to have lunch with Tang Shuai, in an unremarkable dark corner of the library, he found Yuanyin holding his head and trembling body.

Yuan Yin, who was about the same height as Qu Cangmang, curled up, the straps of his sneakers were scattered, and his hair, which was always well combed, was also scattered.

It was also because of this that Qu Cangmang was surprised to find that Yuan Yin's black and beautiful hair was mixed with a lot of dazzling white.

Qu Cangmang's opened eyes can see the original essence of things, so the homework book of the spell copy is blank, so he can be sure that those white hairs on the top of Yuanyin's head... are not highlights.

"Original sound? What's wrong? Wake up..." Qu Cangmang knelt down and put his arms around his trembling shoulders.

Qu Cangmang's heart was shocked by the human bones. How could this student's body be so thin? It was even scarier than himself, skinny and skinny!

"Yuan Yin, open your eyes and look at me, I'm a teacher, what's going on?"

"Old, wet?" Yuan Yin opened his eyes slightly, showing a wry smile, "Sorry, old wet... I just want to come... to do some questions..."

Students were not allowed to borrow that collection of exercise books, so he could only finish it in the library.

But I didn't expect that it would suddenly...

"I'll carry you back."

"No—Old Shi—I—" Yuan Yin's eyes were widened by Qu Cangmang's shock, and he could tell that Lao Shi was not much fatter than himself.

"Don't—Old Shi, please let me down." Yuan Yin couldn't help begging, "Don't send me to the hospital."

Qu Cangmang paused, carrying someone on his back was really hard, but!We have great tonic soup!

As I walked and drank all the way, I couldn't believe that I couldn't recite my own students! "Why would I send you to that kind of place? It's okay, I have a lot of healing medicine on me, all of which are very good treasures, and there will always be something you need."

"I—" Yuan Yin simply gave up and closed his eyes.

He already knew that time was running out, and no medicine could restore his dilapidated body.

The whole journey was silent, but Qu Cangmang did not give up this opportunity to communicate with the students, "Would you like to tell me a story about you?"

"My story? Where do I have a story... It's just a person who returned to the 'past' by luck, Lao Shi...I won't survive here for long, I have no identity, I have no destiny."

He is a person who lives in the cracks of the universe, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate him.

"No fate? What do you mean? Your name is not on the roster of the underworld? Am I right?"

Yuan Yin was startled, leaning on his not-so-generous but very reliable shoulder, sniffing silently.

What Lao Shi said was correct, and he had nothing to add.

It's no wonder that Qu Cangmang is so truthful, it's mainly because he is proficient in this field, and has a lot of experience in this underground field.

In the end, it fell into silence again. Qu Cangmang was speechless about his appearance, and with his back behind him, a long straw was inserted from the earring into his mouth.

So, he sucked two mouthfuls of Meng Po Tang silently to vent his anger.

His physique, carrying a person on his back is really too heaven-defying.

Fortunately, the straw is transparent and can be stretched freely, ordinary people can't see it, otherwise...the image will be ruined.

Qu Cangmang just recited the original sound like this, listening to this kid rambling about his past.

What the earth will eventually be destroyed, what is the 500-year-old earth BALABALABALA... He hates everyone who destroys the earth and the environment, but contradictoryly hates that he is also a human being, he has also destroyed the earth, and throws it away over confetti. (!)

"Okay, okay, don't think about it so much, the teacher will cover it for you if something happens, and won't let you wear it back."

"No, it's impossible, I'm dying."

"Hey, don't say those bad words, I guess, what you have experienced is just another world in parallel space, not our earth itself here. Our mother earth will nurture us for a long time... for a long time."

"Cough...but I'm really, dying."

Qu Cangmang's footsteps paused, and then he recovered, "You can rest assured about this, the teacher has no other means, and this aspect is a trivial matter for me."