The Villain is Addicted to Farming

Zhong Qiyuan still has a physical education class in the afternoon. According to the schedule of the original owner Zhong Qixuan, she must have a lunch break.But Zhong Qiyuan didn't need to rest at all, so she used her lunch break to go to the teaching building, pulled out most of the flowers and plants in the flower garden that had withered due to neglect, and planted wormwood.

The wormwood seeds were prepared by her during recess—Zhong’s parents hired a life assistant for Zhong Qixuan. The work was not too much, except for regularly telling her to take medicine, eat and go for a physical examination, and also to help her. Take care of chores.

Zhong Qiyuan made a phone call. Although the life assistant was a little confused, he still ran to the farmer's market as quickly as possible to buy some wormwood seeds and sent them over.

The best time to multiply wormwood seeds is in February and March, but Zhong Qiyuan didn't cultivate them in the field. After she sprinkled the seeds, she watered them a little and then nothing happened.

But when the dean saw her tending the flower garden, he suddenly remembered that the principal had said that she had contracted the greening and open space of the campus, and promised not to change the nature of the land.The dean asked her, "Mr. Zhong, so you like planting flowers?"

Zhong Qiyuan said: "I don't like planting flowers."

The dean choked, and asked again: "Then what did you plant just now?"

"Wormwood. It is more practical, at least more useful than flowers."

Dean:"……"

Wormwood can indeed play a lot of roles, even repelling mosquitoes, but the key point is, if the wormwood is really planted, then the teaching building will be green at a glance from now on.

How can it be done without a little "red, yellow, blue, purple and orange" embellishment?

As if guessing the inner thoughts of the dean, Zhong Qiyuan said: "Students have to face the textbooks all day, how hurt their eyes! In the future, the wormwood will grow here, and when they look up, they will be able to see the green grass. Plants. This large piece of green plants is so eye-catching.”

Dean of teaching: "..., um, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhong."

So a group of students returned to the classroom after their lunch break. When they passed the flower garden, they found something was wrong. After one class, they realized that the flower garden was actually bare!

"Where are the flowers and plants here?"

"The soil has just been turned over, the criminal committed the crime at noon, right?"

"Go and tell the teacher!"

The students didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and some hurried to tell the teacher in charge.Then the teachers in the office looked at the physical education teacher who was arranging flowers for a sick person.

The students also saw a pile of flowers under Zhong Qiyuan's desk, and Zhong Qiyuan was picking out some unbroken flowers from it, pruning and arranging them.

"Huh?" Zhong Qiyuan looked up at the crowd.

"Mr. Zhong, you destroy public property!" The students were heartbroken.

Zhong Qiyuan said "Oh", and explained a little: "From now on, all the flower gardens in the school will belong to me, so I am not destroying public property, I am dealing with private affairs."

teachers:"……"

students:"……"

Okay, it's because they have never seen the world and underestimated the power of money.

Zhong Qiyuan asked the student: "What class are you in?"

The student was a little hypocritical, wondering if she was going to settle accounts with him, he hemmed and said: "Senior Grade 7 Class [-]."

Zhong Qiyuan gave him the vase filled with flowers: "Take it back and put it on the podium."

"Okay, thank you teacher!" The student was flattered, took it happily, and ran back to the classroom holding it.

Several other students looked at her eagerly, as if they were asking: "Teacher, where is our class?"

Zhong Qiyuan grabbed a bunch of dragon noodles flowers from under the desk, and handed them a mineral water bottle: "Here, you can challenge flower arrangement in your spare time."

students:"……"

The treatment is too different, right?

"Maybe Mr. Zhong didn't have time to put more flowers." They comforted themselves in their hearts, and then went back with these unattractive little flowers.

When they passed Class 7, Grade [-], they found that the flower gardens outside the other classes were all bald, but there were only a few water hydrangeas left here.

One of the students wanted to pick a flower and put it together with the small flower in his hand, but he was stopped when he raised his hand: "Hey, what do you want to do? This is the flower of our class, you are not allowed to pick it!" The classmates from the window stood at the window and stared at them.

The student said: "Ms. Zhong said this is her flower garden, it doesn't belong to your class anymore."

"Since it belongs to Mrs. Zhong, she left these flowers, doesn't it mean that she doesn't want to pull them out! If you dare to pick them, I will tell her."

That student: "..."

He cursed bad luck secretly, and ran away while the bell rang for class.

The students in Class 7 of the second year of high school sat back and murmured to their tablemates: "Why did Mr. Zhong pull out all the flowers in the garden? How beautiful it was before!"

Xu Congwan at the same table turned her head to look at the flowers outside the window, and said calmly, "She is going to replace it with the plants she likes!"

"I heard that Teacher Zhong's family is very rich. Her family must have a big garden, so she planted flowers in the places where she lives and works. Her personality is really romantic!"

Cong Wan's mouth twitched, and she muttered: "She doesn't like to grow flowers in her own house, she likes to grow flowers in other people's houses. And she probably shoveled the garden at home during the few days of nursing at home, and planted potatoes, oh no , this time maybe sweet potatoes or corn."

The tablemate laughed: "Mr. Zhong is from such a good background, she must be very cultivated. She should be the kind of lady who doesn't touch the spring water. How could she go to farm!"

Since Wanpi smiled but didn't smile, seeing that the teacher had entered the classroom, he opened the textbook and stopped chatting with his deskmate.

Towards the end of the period, in order to achieve the teaching goals, teachers of various subjects compete to occupy physical education classes, self-study classes and evening self-study.Physical education classes have dropped sharply, and many physical education teachers simply arrange final exams early, so that physical education classes for the next two or three weeks will not be required.

Zhong Qiyuan had few classes, only five physical education classes a week, but because she asked for a lot of leave, her teaching task had not been completed, so she scheduled the final physical education exam a week before the final exam of each subject.

Even so, she has a lot of free time.After all, on average, there is only one class a day.But even so, she will not be late or leave early when she has no classes. She still goes to work on time every day, and when there are no classes, she goes to play with the flower garden and some green spaces she contracted.

The school's leading teachers soon discovered that since "Mr. Zhong" returned to school, his body looked much better, and his complexion was also good. Could it be that these flowers and plants have been tampered with?

At this time, it happened that the head teacher of Class 9, Grade [-] was born prematurely, and her teaching work had to be stopped first, and the class leader of the higher grade suddenly became worried.

According to the plan, her due date is the summer vacation, so she will give birth after the final exam.When she was born prematurely, the teaching arrangement was disrupted, and the final exam was approaching, and other teachers had too many class hours and heavy tasks. She could find a substitute teacher, but the teacher couldn't take care of the work of the head teacher of the two classes.

The school held a meeting, and the teaching director looked at Zhong Qiyuan, who was the most leisurely among the teachers, with a kind smile on his face: "Mr. Zhong, why don't you temporarily work as the head teacher of Class 9?"

The final exam is only one month away. In order to allow the teaching work of class 9 to proceed in an orderly manner, it is still necessary to let a teacher who has enough time to teach focus on it.

Because the head teacher of this class was born prematurely, he would take an extra period of rest. In addition to the two months of summer vacation, it was enough for the school to make adjustments before starting the work of the new semester.

Zhong Qiyuan nodded: "Yes."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and warmly reminded: "In fact, there is not much to do. If you feel that your body is overloaded, you must stop and rest and tell us."

"It's fine, I'm fine now."

Everyone smiled indifferently.Zhong Qixuan has said this many times. Once, he wanted to take the third-year students for a run with high morale, but he was carried to the infirmary after only one lap.

Fortunately, she was not allowed to do strenuous exercise this time, so let her brag about herself!

So the next day, in the morning reading class of Class 9, Senior One, the students headed by teacher Ming Ming looked through extracurricular books, read extracurricular books, listened to MP3, watched MP3, slept, and played. The noisy classroom suddenly became a mess.

Luo Gui, as a study committee member, naturally couldn't just ignore this situation, so she ran to persuade her.These students ignored her, so she could only go to the teacher Ming: "It's the morning reading time, you put away your MP4, or I will tell the teacher!"

Teacher Ming unplugged the earphones, and the sound of the movie on the MP4 began to play. He looked at her provocatively and said, "Old Ban is still lying in the hospital, go and sue!"

"You!" Luo Gui was annoyed, and reached out to confiscate his MP4, but he refused to give it on purpose, and teased Luo Gui with his height.

Seeing this, his group of buddies laughed loudly and watched the play nearby one after another.

At some point, the sound of reading in the classroom stopped, only the chatter and laughter of these people remained.

Luo Gui was very angry at first, but suddenly withdrew his hand.

The teacher was amused: "I said you just take care of your own business, so what are we doing?"

It happened that his hand was sore from holding it up, so he put it down. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the MP4 in his hand was taken away.Looking back, I saw Zhong Qiyuan playing with his MP4: "I haven't seen this thing for many years."

System: "What? Is this thing a product of the host's era?"

"Except for the different crops, the development of science and technology is somewhat similar to mine at that time." Zhong Qiyuan said.

The system said: "It is impossible to say that the host's original world was also created by the Lord God."

Zhong Qiyuan twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's hard to say that I was also a child of luck back then, and I was also attacked by others."

system:"……"

Who is so desperate to attack the big boss? !

Teacher Ming and other students became quiet after they realized Zhong Qiyuan's appearance, especially Teacher Ming, who had already fallen into Zhong Qiyuan's hands twice, and was caught by her again this time, so he couldn't help but panic .

But he soon realized that Zhong Qiyuan was just a physical education teacher, and she would reprimand him at most, and she couldn't do anything to him!

So he stopped panicking and asked, "Mr. Zhong, why are you here? Is there no physical education class today?"

Zhong Qiyuan smiled slightly: "I tell you a good news. Starting today, I will temporarily take over the job of your head teacher and become your temporary head teacher. How is it, any surprises?"

Teacher Ming: "..."

students:"……"

Luo Gui didn't care about these things, she just asked with concern: "How is Mrs. Wen?"

Zhong Qiyuan answered her: "Still in the hospital, but there is a doctor watching, so you don't have to worry. Go back to study!"

Luo Gui was relieved, and knew that she couldn't deal with school bullies like Teacher Ming who disturbed other students' studies, but Zhong Qiyuan could definitely deal with them.

After she returned to her seat and sat down, she began to read the book as if no one else was there, and then the sound of reading was heard sparsely.

Teacher Ming was still digesting the news that Zhong Qiyuan had become their homeroom teacher, and after meeting her playful eyes, he felt even more uneasy.

Zhong Qiyuan walked towards the students who didn't study just now: "Did you hand it in by yourself, or did I find it?"

Some students handed in their things very simply, while others took chances, until Zhong Qiyuan walked up to them and pointed out where they hid their things, then they reluctantly handed them in.

"Whether you ask your parents to come and get it, or I will send it to your home, you choose."

These students exploded, they were confiscated when they were originally planned to be confiscated, it's a big deal.But what Zhong Qiyuan said made it clear that if they didn't ask their parents to take it back, she would send it to their door.

"Mr. Zhong, are you going too far? We know we are wrong, why not write a self-criticism?"

Zhong Qiyuan negotiated well and said: "Okay, you guys should write, the requirement is more than 40 words, the topic is optional, plagiarism is not allowed. You will be given a week, and if you get [-] points, you will be considered qualified."

These students thought to themselves, so what if they copied it, as a physical education teacher, can she still find it?

After Zhong Qiyuan returned to the office, he took out a stack of composition papers and handed them to them: "Handwriting neatly, or you will lose points."

Master Ming and others: "..."

Do you really write according to the standard of writing? !

"Remember to complete it independently, don't let others do it, you understand?"

Teacher Ming: "Mr. Zhong, what do you mean by staring at me?"

"One meaning, write me an honest review."

Teacher Ming was upset, but he couldn't contradict her, so he could only sit back angrily.

The rest of the students didn't want to write, they all wanted to deal with it, but they were school tyrants, so Zhong Qiyuan was the "teacher tyrant", and no one could afford to offend them.

System: She is not a shiba, she is a tyrant.

Because of this incident, teacher Ming and others lost face in front of their classmates.But he has the aura of a hero, and some students will stand by him in everything he does, which saved him some of his dignity: "He is so handsome, even when he is punished to write a self-criticism, he has a wild aura."

Zhong Qiyuan: "..."

She thought, thanks to the Shuangwen script she took, otherwise, if a teacher treats the male lead like this, wouldn't these students tear him apart?

Teacher Ming and the others finished school, turned on the computer and started copying the online self-criticism as soon as they got home.Check with each other the next day, don't copy the strings.

After checking that there was no problem, they handed in the review with confidence.

Zhong Qiyuan was fiddling with her newly sprouted wormwood, took it over for a rough look, and then typed back a few articles: "Rewrite."

"why?"

"You think I'm not online or something?"

When they choked, Master Ming said with a stiff neck, "I didn't copy this from the Internet!"

"I can recite what you wrote." After Zhong Qiyuan finished speaking, he really recited an article, "This is enough to show that you are not sincerely criticizing at all."

The teacher's bright face turned green, and after a while, he took it back and rewrote it in despair.

Although the remaining two articles were written by themselves, Zhong Qiyuan took them to the Chinese teacher for correction, and barely got 20 points. She took them back to them: "The Chinese teacher pointed out all the questions in your review for you. Go back and modify it."

These students suddenly felt very tormented. They had to write according to the composition standard when writing the review. The composition is so easy to write, and they won't get only 70 points in Chinese, okay? !

For this self-criticism, the gangsters from class 9 had no time to make trouble at all, and were racking their brains to write a self-criticism.

Master Ming couldn't hold back for a few days, seeing that the week was about to pass, he couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to go to Luo Gui: "I'll give you 100 yuan, and you can write a review for me."

"No." Luo Gui refused without thinking.

"two hundred!"

Luo Gui glared at him: "Can't you understand human speech? I said I won't do it!"

Teacher Ming was annoyed by her attitude: "How much do you want to do?"

"No amount of money. You are the one who did something wrong, and you are the one who should write a self-criticism and admit your mistakes. Do you think that if you have money, you can let someone else suffer for you?"

Teacher Ming sneered: "If you have money, you can really tell the crooked ones straight. With 1000 yuan, you may not have that much money working in that small restaurant for a month, right? You just need to write a review, how easy it is."

"It's true that if you have money, you can straighten things out, but I can't lose my bottom line just because of money." After Luo Gui finished speaking, she ignored him.

Teacher Ming became angry with embarrassment: "You are so noble, why are you still working outside? It's all for making money, how can there be any black and white?!"

"Go to anyone who likes to help you write, and don't disturb my study."

The teacher walked away angrily, and then secretly scolded her for being ignorant.

At this time, a girl walked up to him and handed him a self-criticism: "Amin, I wrote it for you."

Teacher Ming was startled, but then he was overjoyed. He patted the girl on the shoulder: "Fortunately, I have you, Qinxi, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Two red clouds floated on He Qinxi's face, but Master Ming didn't say much, just picked up her self-criticism and copied it.

After copying, he gave it to Zhong Qiyuan.

This time, he is confident that Zhong Qiyuan can find no faults, after all, He Qinxi's Chinese scores have always been good.

After reading it, Zhong Qiyuan nodded: "This review is well written and sincere. It can be seen that her writing skills are very good. It seems that she can read her confession between the lines."

The teacher didn't make a fuss, but said very low-key: "Mr. Zhong, I really know I was wrong."

Zhong Qiyuan said: "You really know you are wrong, why don't you write your own self-criticism?"

Teacher Ming's goose bumps came out: "Mr. Zhong, what do you mean?"

"The wording and sentence making, as well as the style, you can tell at a glance that it belongs to He Qinxi, the class leader. Don't you know what kind of composition you wrote?"

"you--"

Zhong Qiyuan directly called to a passing class 9 student: "Call your class leader over."

At first, He Qinxi thought that Zhong Qiyuan had a task to give her, but when she saw her teacher Ming and the review, she felt uneasy for no reason: "Mr. Zhong, what can I do for you?"

"It's like this. There is a national composition competition for middle school students in early August. I would like to recommend you to participate. But before that, you have to participate in a one-month composition summer camp."

He Qinxi: "Huh?"

"Why, don't you want to go?"

"No, but my Chinese grades are good, but my composition is not very good."

"How come? I think your review is very good. After all, the subject matter of the review is limited, but you can write so many tricks in such a small frame, which shows that you have good talent."

He Qinxi's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he didn't know whether Zhong Qiyuan was praising her or hurting her.

"Go back and think about it. Of course, I will also communicate with your parents."

"Teacher, I agree, can't I not communicate?"

Zhong Qiyuan said: "I want to participate in a one-month summer camp. How can I not communicate with your parents? Okay, let's go back." She looked at the teacher Ming again, "It was agreed to finish independently, but you didn't meet the requirements. On Saturdays and Sundays, read the book carefully at home and rewrite it."

Teacher Ming: "..."

When he walked out of the office with He Qinxi, He Qinxi was still a little guilty: "I can't help you, I'm sorry!"

Master Ming was already tired, so he waved his hand and went back.

When he got home, he found that his parents, who had been on business trips all year round and separated, were at home.It's just that there is a very subtle expression on the faces of the two of them, which makes him very upset: "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you going somewhere again? Go if you want to go, don't tell me!"

They looked at each other and said, "No, we just want to stay home with you and do your homework."

Teacher Ming's hair stood on end, and he looked like he had seen a ghost: "Are you bewitched?"

His father didn't say a word, his mother said: "Your class teacher called us and said that you want to write a self-criticism, but you haven't written it for a week, so let us tutor you."

Teacher Ming: "..."

For a while, he didn't know where to start complaining.

After a while, he said: "She asked you to tutor, so you really put down your work and come back to tutor?!"

His father said: "Didn't Dong Zhong personally give me a call and asked me to cooperate with his daughter's work!"

His mother also said: "Mrs. Zhong also told me that we may spend too little time with you on weekdays, so we should spare some time to be with you. Homework tutoring is also a parent-child activity!"

Although he has always longed for his parents to be harmonious and loving, and to accompany him more, but he is already in the rebellious stage, and he resists their close appearance at all.

"What kind of parent-child activity is homework tutoring? Don't become a loving father and a filial son!" He stared at them, "Tell me, why did you come back?"

His father told the truth: "The Zhong Group intends to cooperate with our company."

His mother also said reservedly: "You also know that mother's jewelry has always wanted to follow the high-end brand route, Mrs. Zhong threw out an olive branch, this is not..."

Teacher Ming's expression was numb: "Okay, you don't need to talk about it, let's start tutoring homework!"

The teacher's side soon began to "be kind and filial to the son", but the atmosphere at the He's side was full of joy and harmony. He's father and mother pulled He Qinxi: "The luggage has been packed for you, just take it with you when you go back to school." gone."

He Qinxi: "No, Dad, Mom, why are you packing my luggage?"

Mother He said, "Didn't you say you're going to a summer camp and then go to a competition?"

"There's still one month left before summer camp!"

Father He said cheerfully: "There is still one month left for the summer camp, but aren't you guys about to take the final exam? We thought about it, you can live on campus for this month! To save you from wasting time commuting to and from school every day, And you can adapt to the life of living outside by yourself earlier.”

"Live on campus? My family has a car to take me to and from school. Why do I live on campus? And it's only 10 minutes away. How far is it? I haven't lived in school yet, how can I take care of myself?"

"From tomorrow onwards, there will be no car to pick you up, so you have to adapt and learn to live alone! Well, you don't need to say, we have already called the school and completed the boarding procedures for you." Father He The final word.

He Qinxi: "..., then you don't need to pack your luggage today, do you?"

"You go back to school after dinner."

He Qinxi shouted: "Tomorrow is Saturday!"

"That's right, there are exactly two days on Saturday and Sunday to clean up your dormitory!"

He Qinxi choked, feeling terribly wronged, but her parents didn't consider her thoughts at all, happily stuffed her into the car and sent her back to school.

When the life teacher took her to the dormitory, she saw Luo Gui coming out of the next dormitory, so she asked, "You live next door?"

"Yes, why are you here?" Luo Gui stopped.

Although she always felt that the class leader had inexplicable hostility towards her, after all, they were in the same class and there were no conflicts on weekdays, so she had no reason to ignore him.

He Qinxi said reluctantly, "I live here."

Luo Gui was slightly surprised, but responded flatly: "Oh."

He Qinxi's mentality exploded: "What are you?"

Luo Gui thought for a while, and glanced at the life teacher: "Then I will hold a welcome ceremony for you?"

He Qinxi: "..."

The author has something to say: Student: Teacher Zhong is so romantic!

From touching fish: she is romantic with a hammer!If someone sends flowers at the graduation ceremony, she is likely to send potatoes.

Zhong Villain: The banknote ability is really good.

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感谢在2021-03-2417:13:08~2021-03-2521:34:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: Dashui.1;

Thanks to the little angels who cast landmines: if you don’t love money and love what, there are 2 demonstration households;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：想喝海盐乌龙奶盖50瓶；示范户20瓶；行乐当及时、BLX10瓶；是咯哇（＝。＝）6瓶；lmf2655瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!