my teacher

In the end, the Chinese class is indeed spent slowly in the process of reading the text together with the whole class.

Of course, according to Qu Cangmang's previous thoughts, he was absolutely unwilling to do so.

Even if he has no interest in Chinese, he still has to study the text carefully with the students in the class, and strive to get all the after-school questions in class!

But—this text has more than seven pages!Plus the after-school exercises actually exceeded eight pages!

The first exercise after class, clearly marked - read the text again, and summarize the mother's mood when XXXXX...

The second way - read the third paragraph again, grasp the daughter's writing psychology when she is XXXX...

The third way - read the previous part again, and look for the key points of the description of the father XXXX...

Fourth way...

So, that's it.

Qu Cangmang also tried to recall the teaching method of the Chinese teacher in the past, it seemed...it was mainly based on reading texts.

If it is a classical Chinese class, the teacher asks the students to buy reference books by themselves, preview and familiarize themselves with it at home first, and then in class, she simply clicks on it and leads everyone to go through it from beginning to end.

If someone asks a question, answer it. If no one asks, you can directly assign memorization and exam tasks, and random checks in the next class.

Then even if this lesson passed, it was similar to the current situation in my class.

Qu Cangmang looked at the faces in the audience who were excited again because the class was about to end, just the way of teaching... It seems that there was a reason for his poor Chinese performance back then.

However, if I continue to teach according to my own routine, the grades of these students will probably be worse than my own at that time.

The bell rang—

Qu Cangmang, "get out of class is over!"

Li Longwang, "Stand up!"

The whole class, "Goodbye, old wet!"

This group of students got started quite quickly, Qu Cangmang nodded in satisfaction, and hurried away with his textbooks in his arms.

The next class is music!What if the music teacher also calls in sick?This time, I must not be caught by the director again and become a strong man!

The Chinese class can be tolerated, but the music class... I have never been able to tune in singing, and I can only play the piano fairly well, but just playing the piano in the music class is not enough!This is the same as reading only texts in Chinese class.

Qu Cangmang walked out of the classroom quickly, but didn't go back to the office of the second-year group immediately. Instead, he walked around the corridor twice, found the stairs leading to the back yard of the school, and walked down from here.

The environment of this private campus is particularly good, and the playground is very large, almost catching up with the size of the playground on the university campus.

The plastic runway is well maintained and looks brand new; the sports facilities are also very comprehensive. If you want to play gentle, there are sports equipment for exercising arms and legs in the elderly activity room; There are football fields, tennis courts, volleyball courts... There is even a swimming pool, and there are three swimming lessons per class every week.

But this big playground is in front of the building, which is the main entrance of the school. The backyard of the school is very quiet, there are no loud and intense sports shouts, no whispers of girls sitting in the stands, and there is a very quiet artificial lake in the backyard , there are bridge gardens, water gardens, and bamboo gardens arranged in sequence by the lake. It is said that they were built for students to cultivate their morality.

The environment here is good, and the atmosphere is also good. It is very suitable for couples to date while self-cultivating.

Private high schools are also boarding schools. There must be cases of puppy love, but because the management is relatively strict, the school has also taken a lot of education and crackdown on this aspect, so so far I have not dared to hold hands and make out in the school openly. Keep it at the stage of eye contact and handing small notes.

Qu Cangmang sat by the lake leaning on a tree trunk, lifted a stone, and threw it into the lake with a "swish", causing bursts of emerald green water splashes.

The color of the lake water actually looks a bit like the eyes of a person in the class.

Who is it... No matter how dull Qu Cangmang is, he has noticed something is wrong at this moment.

His memory has been washed and washed repeatedly by Mengpo soup, and he, who has nothing to do with drinking Mengpo soup, is unexpectedly a blessing in disguise, which has greatly improved his ordinary memory.

Not quite memorable, but close enough.

But why can't I always remember that person in the class?

Qu Cangmang stretched his legs lazily, and raised his hand to catch a small red fruit that was about to hit his head. It was full in color and had a sweet aroma.

It looks a bit like ginseng fruit in shape, but ginseng fruit does not have such a bright color.

Qu Cangmang bought ripe ginseng fruits smuggled from the heavens by fairies in Fengdu, and the taste was not good at all, not as refreshing as biting a cucumber.

But the one I'm holding in my hand smells pretty good.

Qu Cangmang hooked the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner. Anyway, swallowing anything but Mengpo soup is tasteless, even if it is a poisonous fruit, it will not have any effect on his body.

I saw him take a bite and bite off most of the red fruit in an instant.

Qu Cangmang was startled suddenly, the fruit in his hand was almost dropped due to his excitement.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly...it smelled sweet!He couldn't remember exactly how many years he hadn't eaten something purely sweet!

Although Mengpo soup is full of sweetness, the bitterness and spiciness finally occupy the peak, and the sweetness is only a small part.

This fruit is indeed really sweet! ! !

Qu Cangmang was so excited that tears filled his eyes. Even though he swallowed the whole fruit like a jujube, he could still feel a refreshing sweetness nourishing his tongue and stimulating his numb taste buds.

The wife is so happy! ! !

Is there any fruit left on this tree?If so, can I steal them all?

Qu Cangmang is planning to communicate with the father-in-law of this piece of land, to see if the land can help ask the tree soul of this tree, so that he can pull out a small seedling and take it home to raise it, waiting for it to bear fruit.

In fact, he can pull it out without consent, but he will not be able to support him if he does that. Therefore, it is very necessary to communicate with the tree soul.

As a result, when Qu Cangmang looked up, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.He closed his eyes and lay down quietly on the thick tree trunk.

This time, the name in his mind seemed extraordinarily clear.

Qu Cangmang blurted out, "So?"

"teacher."

The emerald green slowly unfolded, extremely pure, which made Qu Cangmang even suspicious, is there such a pure color contact lenses sold in this world?

Qu Cangmang was full of clues in his heart, but his face suddenly sank, very serious, "As the class monitor, you actually took the lead in skipping class?"

However, he just looked at him intently, his eyes locked on the corner of Qu Cangmang's mouth that hadn't wiped off the bright red juice, and his voice was faint and a little ethereal, "This class, the director let us move freely."

Qu Cangmang, "..."

It's not because he ran away, the director didn't catch other teachers to be substitutes, so he just...cough cough cough.

Probably not, Qu Cangmang thought with a guilty conscience.

wrong!I did nothing wrong, what are you guilty of?

Qu Cangmang raised his head, and his still somewhat tangled eyes suddenly lit up, a lot of fruits!so many fruits...

"Of course!"

"teacher?"

"You sit high, help me pick two fruits down."

"Fruit? Where is the fruit?"

Hearing this question, Qu Cangmang rubbed his eyes, and found...there was not a single fruit left on this tree.

Is it because I ate one, so the soul of the tree got angry?

"I'm sorry." Qu Cangmang said softly, covering his chest, and the idea of ​​taking a sapling back to raise was completely shattered.

Qu Cangmang stood up, and quickly left the lake in the backyard, which was covered in emerald green, following his figure until he disappeared completely.

After Qu Cangmang left, he quietly jumped down from the big tree, twisted his neck a few times, and saw the tree trunk that Qu Cangmang was leaning on before, gradually penetrated into Qingran's body through the light blue cloth among.

First the trunk, then the branches, and the fruits and leaves that Qu Cangmang coveted... A towering tree was fused into nothing in an instant.

In the end, there were a few emerald green branches that were unwilling to stretch back and swayed behind his back, like tentacles that seemed to be human. He presented a bright red fruit, which was exactly the kind that Lao Shi ate.

After a while, with the breeze, there was a sentence, said very softly, "Actually, the tree is not angry."

I don't know whether to say it to Qu Cangmang who has gone away, or to myself.

Class [-]'s last class in the morning was chemistry, and it was "rare" that the chemistry teacher didn't ask for leave. Qu Cangmang's last class was extra "safe" in the office.

Soon it was lunch break time, a large number of teachers and students poured into the school cafeteria, but Qu Cangmang would not go there to settle lunch.

He really didn't expect to eat a fruit that tastes sweet, but he did think of it if he couldn't eat it in the cafeteria.

Carrying the small bag he brought in the morning, Qu Cangmang took advantage of the one-and-a-half-hour break to return home.

Qu Cangmang's life in the human world is to keep the principle of saving what he can, because he is an out-and-out pauper, and the coins he earns by attracting souls and catching evil spirits cannot be spent in the human world.

But below, he spends whatever he can, earning "dead man" money... If he doesn't spend it quickly and keep it with him, he always feels very uncomfortable.

Before I got to the door of the house, I felt a chilly little wind.

This means that a "friend" has come to the door.

Because of his special physique, he can only rent a basement type even when renting a house.

Where he lives, it is easy to cause troubles to normal people's lives. He is very self-aware.

"Who is it?" Qu Cangmang opened the door.

A skinny ghost with a dark body emerged from the washing machine in Qu Cangmang's house. His paws were pitch-black, making him even more skinny.

Qu Cangmang got used to it, "Oh, five copper coins."

The nigger was so moved that tears filled his eyes, he wished he could fly into Qu Cangmang's arms to express his excitement, "Hey, I knew that Xiao Cang, you have good quality and low price here! The ghost fire boy blackmailed me for eight coins last time! "

In the end, the ghost couldn't hold back, and finally rushed over.

"Calm down, don't come here." Qu Cangmang kicked the ghost away, and felt that his behavior was too violent the next moment. He repented for a second, and immediately remedied, "I'll give you another pack of Yuxi."

"Wuwuwu, Xiao Cang, you really love me!" The ghost got up again without giving up, and was about to pounce again in the next moment, but was shot away by another ghost that came after.

"Xiao Cang loves you? Be careful that Lao Bai knows that he will put you in the magma pool to soak in the 'fire dragon bath'." The ghost was very sinister, but when facing Qu Cangmang, he changed his face in an instant, and said very flatteringly. He laughed, "Xiao Cang, bring me a few packs of chicken feet with pickled peppers and enoki mushrooms in red oil from last time. My daughter-in-law is pregnant recently and wants to eat spicy food!"

"Okay, five copper coins. Your wife is pregnant? Then I'll get you some packs of sour plums. I made it myself without any additives."

"Oh, what an embarrassment." The ghost rubbed his hands together, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

Qu Cangmang raised the corners of his mouth, not paying much attention.

He has always been very generous to old customers.