Is Mr. Jiang jealous today?

A class passed fairly quickly, and Fan Chengyu went straight to the office after class, looking for Teacher Zhao, the leader of the English group.

Jiang Xumiao was not in the office, so Fan Chengyu could only ask the male teacher with glasses. The male teacher pointed in the direction of the entrance. A middle-aged man, probably about 40 years old, hadn't seen the front face yet, just looked at the back. A little burly.

"That's it."

"Ok."

Fan Chengyu moved towards Teacher Zhao, walked up to Teacher Zhao, bowed his body and said to Teacher Zhao: "Mr. Zhao, hello, I am Xiaofan."

Teacher Zhao's skin is a little rough, and his face is a little pockmarked. The point is that he is tall and big, and he really looks majestic.

Fan Chengyu has achieved the respect of the younger generation for the elders. She kept bending over, but she couldn't get a response from Teacher Zhao. She saw that the pen in Teacher Zhao's hand kept drawing on the test paper until his last question After changing it, he looked up at Fan Chengyu.

The smile on the corner of his mouth tugged a bit, and with a fake smile, he said in his thick voice: "Oh, Xiaofan, what do you want from me?"

Fan Chengyu looked at Mr. Zhao's uncle-like sitting posture, straightened his back, lost his politeness when he spoke, and said lightly: "The principal asked me to come to you and ask you to take me."

Teacher Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked Fan Chengyu, "Which major did you major in before you graduated?"

"Philosophy of learning."

Teacher Zhao smiled nonchalantly, raised her eyebrows even higher, "Do you want to teach English with a philosophy student?"

Fan Chengyu pursed her lips. Such a conversation made her feel uncomfortable, but out of face, she answered: "Choose English and American literature."

"Oh~ so." Teacher Zhao stopped raising his eyebrows, but there was still a sense of condescension in his tone: "Since I'm taking you, then you have to call me teacher, you need to find out your seniority. Let me assign you some tasks, Later, you will go to Teacher Cheng to ask for teaching materials, lesson plans to write, class 1 is not progressing, you have to take them to keep up, and the students in that class are very naughty, you have to be strict, you know?"

Fan Chengyu nodded, a little helpless, feeling that Teacher Zhao didn't say anything.

Without saying a few words, Fan Chengyu went to another table to get teaching materials from Teacher Cheng.Teacher Cheng is young, she should have just graduated, she looks like a little girl, and her attitude is much gentler.

When Fan Chengyu took the teaching materials from her, Teacher Cheng whispered to Fan Chengyu: "Teacher Fan, Teacher Zhao is like this, don't take his words to heart."

Fan Chengyu nodded, smiled, and said, "No."

She took the teaching materials, returned to her desk, and took a long breath.It seems that the work is not as simple as she imagined. It has to deal with the relationship with the students and the relationship with the colleagues. I feel that it is better to be a student.

Sitting down, I flipped through the teaching materials, which were about the introduction of high school English test centers. Although exam-oriented education has been cast aside for so long, the school still has to follow the syllabus for the college entrance examination. perhaps.

In fact, for a teacher, looking at these questions always feels like 1+1=2. What's more, for Fan Chengyu, who scored 148 in English in the college entrance examination, the troubles in subjects have never been troubles for her.

During the self-study just now, Fan Chengyu was not idle. She asked a few students to go outside the classroom to ask about the situation, one by one, asking them what problems they had in English learning.

"Cloze is the hardest!" said one student.

"I think it's so difficult to correct mistakes, Mr. Fan, you see, I really didn't correct many mistakes last time."

Fan Chengyu recalled the expression on the student's face when he said these words, as if there was a lock in his head, locking all the thinking of solving the problem.

English seems to be different from other subjects, but it is somewhat similar to Chinese. The similarity lies in accumulation. Vocabulary is essential. It seems that students' vocabulary should be tested another day.

Fan Chengyu was pondering about teaching, and she didn't come to her senses until someone sat at the opposite table.

Wow, when did you come in?

Fan Chengyu and Jiang Xumiao looked at each other, grinned and said, "Teacher Jiang, hello!"

Jiang Xumiao nodded, glanced at the table, and said, "Well, are you looking at the teaching materials?"

"Yeah, I've done some research, and the class will start tomorrow." Fan Chengyu's eyes fell on Jiang Xumiao's face from time to time, and she didn't dare to stare at it for too long, but she wanted to look again, she didn't know how to hide her heart, and blushed It's outrageous.

"Teacher Fan, are you hot?" Jiang Xumiao asked intimately.

"Huh? Hmm... Maybe a little bit."

"Then you can open the window behind you to let in some air." Jiang Xumiao looked at Fan Cheng's flushed face, not knowing how Teacher Fan possessed the face-changing skills, the face was still fair and clean the first second, and the next She became red-faced in a second. Could it be that her side job is changing faces in Sichuan opera?

Next, in order to cover up her heart, Fan Chengyu opened the window even though she wasn't too hot. The wind outside the window blew in, and her head was much clearer.

She glanced at Jiang Xumiao secretly again, thinking that she would be with Teacher Jiang in the days to come. Just thinking about it, she couldn't help but bubble up in her heart.

In the following time, there is still half an hour left before school ends. Master Fan, an internet surfer, took advantage of this free time to start surfing. She is usually not active in Moments, but on Weibo, Fan Chengyu is very active. , She has a small Weibo account, which is specially used for reading, and this trumpet also has one of the most important functions: to peek at Teacher Jiang's Weibo.

Yes, Fan Chengyu knows about Jiang Xumiao’s Weibo. He has known about Jiang Xumiao’s Weibo for so many years. He accidentally discovered it from the likes of a friend of a friend of a friend. The network of high school classmates is so amazing, you will always Unexpected people are found inadvertently, such as Jiang Xumiao, who was found by Fan Chengyu in this way.

Jiang Xumiao is not very active on Weibo, but occasionally she will post something, sometimes it is a mood, and sometimes it may be a photo. Every photo of Fan Chengyu is saved, but she feels sour while saving it, because There are too many people who comment on Jiang Xumiao's Weibo, especially when she posts photos, there are always some boys who fart in the comment area, which makes Fan Chengyu feel sour and has to look at it.

Fan Chengyu opened Weibo and found that it was two weeks ago that Jiang Xumiao last posted on Weibo.

Switching back to his trumpet, Fan Chengyu began to post in his daily thoughts: [I never dreamed that on the first day of employment, my colleague was someone I liked before, and he was sitting opposite me! 】

After the nagging, he turned off the screen and took a look at Jiang Xumiao.

Jiang Xumiao is correcting homework. Her hair is black and long, her head is slightly lowered, and her eyes are dancing between the lines of the homework book. She looks very focused on correcting the homework. Fan Chengyu originally wanted to contact her way, I don't have the heart to bother you.

Then I couldn't help the restlessness in my heart, and posted another Weibo: [The homework changes look so good, woo, I'm about to have a nosebleed, I'm so disappointed. 】

Half an hour passed by, and when the bell rang, Jiang Xumiao raised her head, and she found Fan Chengyu sitting in a daze on the seat.

Jiang Xumiao asked her, "You haven't left yet?"

Fan Chengyu pretended to be stupid: "I thought I could only leave after school."

Seeing Fan Chengyu's silly look, Jiang Xumiao couldn't help laughing: "Pfft...you are a teacher, not a student, as long as you don't have classes, you can leave."

"Huh? Don't you need to be on duty or something?"

"Only the evening self-study meeting."

When Fan Chengyu heard this, he got up quickly, picked up his messenger bag, put it on his back, and said cheerfully: "Then Teacher Jiang, do you want to have a meal together at noon?"

"Sorry, I can't do it at noon today, but I can do it tomorrow." Jiang Xumiao looked up at the time on the wall clock. It was already eleven forty-five. She picked up the bag on the stool and was about to leave.

"Then tomorrow, bye ~ Teacher Jiang, see you in the afternoon."

Jiang Xumiao pursed her lips, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She felt that Fan Chengyu was not like a high school student, but more like... a junior high school student!

"OK Bye Bye."

It is the most crowded when school is over. There are many day students in Nanguo No. [-] Middle School. The school has two doors, the front door and the back door. No matter which door it is, there are many people.

Fan Chengyu followed the crowd out of the school gate, ready to scan a shared bicycle and ride home, but just after scanning the code, a male voice rang in his ear:

"Teacher Fan~"

Fan Chengyu looked up in a daze, and saw a boy, who seemed to be from her class, she couldn't remember clearly, that boy was riding a small electric motor, with a smug smile on his face.

"Teacher Fan, do you want to ride home? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"Are you over 18? Why are you still riding an electric bike..."

The boy touched the small cut on his head and licked the corner of his lips, as if he realized something, "Hey, I'm so hungry, Teacher Fan, I'm leaving first, bye!!!"

Then he left without looking back, Fan Chengyu looked at the back of the boy riding away, feeling a little worried.

It was already 10 minutes before Fan Chengyu got home, and she found that cycling was no different from walking, because it was too congested after school, and cycling was useless.

Ms. Li Rong had already prepared meals, and Fan Chengyu didn't eat anything in the morning, so he was hungry all of a sudden.

Braised pork, crucian carp soup, chicken soup with mushrooms, one vegetable and one soup, the dishes on the table successfully hooked Fan Chengyu's gluttonous worms.

"Mom, when can I eat, I'm so hungry."

"Wait for your brother."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened, and Fan Tao came in from the door, still holding the fishing rod in his hand.

Seeing Fan Tao's appearance, Fan Chengyu petrified on the spot, didn't he just cut his hair yesterday?He was clean and handsome yesterday, why is he a bird's nest today?

Fan Chengyu was furious, and Fan Tao put on that crumpled dress again, complaining: "Fantao, you...can you dress yourself up?"

Fan Tao automatically skipped what Fan Chengyu said, carried the bucket in his hand, ran all the way to the kitchen, and said happily: "Mom, mom! I caught a big one today!"

Fan Chengyu shook his head while setting the bowls and chopsticks, thinking: What kind of relationship is there, I can live with fish in this life.