Xueba, wake up

When I rushed back to the teaching building, the whole building was quiet, only occasional coughing could be heard in the dark corridor.

The classroom of Class 24 is on the fifth floor, the lights are on, and the front and rear doors are closed.

Another disadvantage of the third floor is that the teacher does not have a separate office building. Usually, two head teachers share an office in the small class of the experimental class, and the office is on the same floor as the classroom, or even opposite the classroom.

He Zhonghe leaned over the glass of the back door and took a look. Old Zheng was not in the classroom, and everyone in the class was studying with their heads down.

It is very dangerous to enter through the front door. The office is diagonally opposite the classroom, and the front door is just opposite to the office door. If Lao Zheng is in the office, he can see it when he turns his head.

Pulled the back door and locked it.

He Zhonghe knocked on the glass, trying to summon the students in the back row.

Shi Yujie and Xin Kai sat near the back door, pretending to study behind Mao Shuli, and no one paid any attention to him.

He Zhonghe increased his strength and knocked again.

A few people looked back when they turned the paper.

Shi Yujie didn't look back, but raised his hand and pointed forward.

"What's the situation?" Yan Sheng was not proficient in this area of ​​business, standing behind He Zhonghe and asked in a whistling voice.

"Enter through the front door." He Zhonghe finished mouthing, and beckoned him to follow.

When He Zhonghe walked to the front door, he quickly glanced into the office, and sure enough, Old Zheng wasn't there.

Alert lifted.

However, the moment he opened the door, He Zhonghe met Lao Zheng who was sitting next to the podium.

It turned out that that's what Shi Yujie meant by pointing forward.

I realized it a little late.

Old Zheng frowned, got up from the small stool and walked out of the classroom.

"Why did you go to you?" He looked at Yan Sheng and He Zhonghe.

In fact, there is nothing to hide when you get caught, so you skip half of the class.

But He Zhonghe is hesitant at the moment whether he can just say that he went to play. After all, the accomplice this time is a bit special.

Just as he was about to tell a lie, Yan Sheng said, "I was injured in physical education class and went to the hospital."

Old Zheng looked at him in disbelief: "Where is it hurt?"

"He Zhonghe sprained his ankle, and I hurt my hand." Yan Sheng raised his hand to show Lao Zheng the old wound with a small piece of sterile stickers on it, but in fact it has almost healed.

He Zhonghe nodded hurriedly: "The two of us went to the hospital together, and we still had to go to the emergency department."

It was also about explaining and looking for reasons, but when he spoke, he seemed to have a particularly wrong taste. Sometimes He Zhonghe didn't blame the teacher for abandoning him.

Old Zheng looked back and forth between the two of them for a while: "The college entrance examination is almost here, so be honest in physical education, and don't mess with me. If you break your arm and hurt your head, I'll see how you review."

This is generally the conclusion of Lao Zheng's training.

But after the nagging, Lao Zheng didn't let them go, he entered the office.

He Zhonghe glanced at Yan Sheng, and said in a low voice, "You are still the best at running trains, I almost recruited him directly."

Yan Sheng smiled.

Lao Zheng came out with a piece of paper, which was the report card of the monthly exam.

He Zhonghe stood up a little bit, his heart beating a little.

I didn't write the last three major questions of the comprehensive essay, but I wrote a formula on the second finale of the mathematics, and I deliberately scribbled from the first question to fill in the blanks in English.

According to the correct answer written on the straw paper, it is conservatively estimated that the test was missed by fifty or sixty points.

The fourth place in the last exam must have been due to luck, but this time all the students in the department have officially entered the third year of high school, and he will not let him miss it again.

Can he still enter the top [-] as agreed with Lao Zheng?

I feel a little regretful, if I had known that I would not have intentionally lowered my score this time, I would not have told my mother the results of the monthly exam if it was not possible.

Old Zheng shook his report card: "Yan was promoted to the third grade."

Needless to say the class ranking, Yan Sheng nodded.

"You..." Old Zheng glanced at He Zhonghe, "You did okay in the exam."

If Lao Zheng's is okay, that's good, but He Zhonghe is afraid that he will say "but" after he gasps.

However, Lao Zheng took the report card and said slowly: "The comprehensive essay is not good, just passed [-], and the math has also regressed, so you just point to this to improve the score? How did you take this test..."

"Teacher," He Zhonghe couldn't help it, "have fun, how many names am I this time?"

Old Zheng paused, hissed, folded his arms and looked at him with a half-smile: "Very urgent?"

It was rare for He Zhonghe to choke on Old Zheng.

Urgent ass!Don't say it as if you have any plans for the number one in your class!

But is it really urgent?

It was really urgent, and even Lao Zheng's chatter was interrupted.

On the one hand, I feel that it is not possible, and on the other hand, I really have a feeling that the bird can only watch and hover in front of its own nest.

"Exactly thirty." Old Zheng said, "If you lose 1.5 points in the test, Guo Yao will be defeated."

The bird rushed straight down and plunged into the nest.

When He Zhonghe limped into the classroom happily, Shi Yujie almost thought he was dazzled, how could he be so happy after being scolded for skipping class?

Yan Sheng was left in the corridor by Lao Zheng.

After thinking about it, Old Zheng felt that these two students were weird, one was studying hard and the other was not stingy, why did they join together, "If He Zhonghe affects you, just tell me and transfer at any time."

"En." Yan Sheng responded.

"If you can take him with you, take him with you, but you still have to keep your own center of gravity." Lao Zheng wanted to say something, but paused for a long time, "You two... I just wondered if you didn't return the call last semester. Is it fierce?"

Yan Sheng had already seen that Old Zheng had doubts about the relationship between the two of them. Maybe it wasn't that the old man had already concocted a plot of a scumbag leading a bad student to destroy the grade point of the class: "There is a relationship."

What He Zhonghe said was right, when it was time to run the train, he had a long track in his mouth.

"Oh, oh." Lao Zheng suddenly realized that this made sense.

The next morning the report card was posted together with the new seating chart.

Lao Zheng should have planned to make a big tune a long time ago, and many people have changed positions.

The rule is that those who are hovering at the undergraduate level and the first line are a bit dangerous and given a good position, while those who are really hopeless and whose grades are stable like an old dog are relatively biased.

As a head teacher, no student wants to give up. If you have no foundation in the undergraduate exam, try your best to help out and talk more, as long as the students are willing to learn.

Lao Zheng is a very fierce and stubborn old man, but the teacher's morality can still be reflected in this aspect, so he is very suitable to be the class teacher of the third year of high school.

"Good morning at the same table." He Zhonghe returned to his lair with a playful smile, pulling the small table, stool and pile of books.

Usually, they go to and from school together, but today He Zhonghe slipped over to pack his things and change places.There are too many books and too scattered, and I hoarded a lot of lesson plans that I didn't do in the second year of high school, so I just picked up the things that should be thrown away.

When he came here, he passed by the school stationery store and bought a new, sturdier bookend. He Zhonghe stuffed the test paper research booklet he had just bought into it. The red, orange, yellow and green books were neatly stacked for each subject, and looked very comfortable.

The window is cool, the light is sufficient, the curtains are opened, the autumn is bright, and the wind is blowing from the small flower bed, very refreshing.

Sitting here is another new stage of the third year of high school. This monthly exam has found out my own strength, knowing where to make up and where to work hard, and the direction has gradually become clear.

And it wasn't Chen Wenlong's idiot, the person sitting next to him made him feel happy.

He Zhonghe felt that he could do more than a dozen papers in class today.

Tsk, it can be seen how important the learning environment is.

Yansheng put a bottle of banana milk on his test question survey: "It seems that I like your tablemate very much, so I left me and left in the morning."

"I'm so happy..." He Zhonghe slammed on the brakes and almost bit his tongue in the middle of speaking, "Show some face."

Zhuang Yuan and Zhang Feichi, who were sitting behind them, were very relieved. Before, they were afraid that they would fight again.

The sound of creaking and dragging the table in the class also fell silent, and the buzzing sound of morning reading gradually sounded.

After He Zhonghe tidied up his things, he made a glass of mint water. It was too much to drink sweets with Yansheng in the morning. He still remembered the crazy sweet soy milk a few days ago.

The voice of morning reading is very loud. In fact, it is immoral to memorize too loudly, but the liberal arts class of Huitan No. [-] Middle School has the rule of reciting loudly. Sometimes Lao Zheng would come in and hit it a few times when he heard his voice weakened while sitting in the office. On the podium, the class immediately seemed to have a loudspeaker, which made people's ears hurt.

In order to avoid being taken away while listening to others, almost all the people in the group wore earplugs.

He Zhonghe's schoolbag rustled on his lap for a while, took out a small box and opened it, then turned his head and took off Yansheng's earplugs.

Yan Sheng turned his head and glanced at him.

"Back to you." He Zhonghe straightened his head.

Yan Sheng looked at the history outline without moving, and then felt a slight pain in his right ear, with a "pop".

He Zhonghe took an alcohol swab, put his earrings on the swab, and wiped something on his ear.

"What?" Yan Sheng felt his earlobe cool.

"Shuhen glue, I passed by the pharmacy this morning and bought a tube." He Zhonghe said.

"Passing by" and "By the way", he said two words that expressed the same meaning, hoping that Yansheng would not think too much, and even if he thought too much, he would not say it out to tease him.

However, Yan Sheng smiled and hit the nail on the head: "From the back door of the family courtyard to the school, there is no pharmacy for you to pass by."

"I... took a long detour and ran in the morning." He Zhonghe tried his best to be believable, "I got up early today, and I saw my teacher selling stuffed pies."

Yan Sheng suppressed a smile.He got up early yesterday and went to see the shop in the basement of his wife's house. There was a pink note on it, and he was closed this week.

But this time he didn't expose He Zhonghe, his ears were cool and slippery with medicine carefully applied, don't make me annoyed.

"Okay, I've been reading for a long time and I haven't seen where you are," Shi Yujie came over to denounce He Zhonghe as soon as the bell rang, "I didn't expect you two to get together again!"

Yan Sheng didn't speak.

Seeing us together, why are you here to join in the fun.

Shi Yujie is a very nice person, but when he and He Zhonghe are number one in the world and the best, Yansheng looks at him...not pleasing to the eye.

"Yansheng, I warn you not to poach the wall." Shi Yujie glared at him angrily.

"The warning is invalid." Yan Sheng said flatly.

He Zhonghe didn't say anything, Shi Yujie's mouth was hopeless.

He put the earring back on for Yan Sheng.

Earrings are very annoying. The silver needles are bent, extremely short, and difficult to get stuck firmly. When he wears them, his whole face is brought close to Yansheng's ears.

"You wear it yourself." He Zhonghe gave up and asked Zhuang Yuan to borrow a small mirror for him.

Yan Sheng didn't move, and after a few seconds of silence, he actually said "I don't".

I don't, vomit!

You're acting like a spoiled child, it's too out of character!

Although in He Zhonghe's place, Yan Sheng's cold persona has already become a scumbag.

But there are still people watching!

"God." This trick worked, Shi Yujie quickly evacuated, "I can't see it."