Bullshit, I saw it all

Chapter 20: The student with the key

Qu Chen was empty-handed, and every time he took a step, he would look at Zheng Xiao, hesitate for a moment, and then take a new step, and finally stood on the podium.

The pages of Biology Compulsory One were sandwiched between Zheng Xiao's thumb and index finger and rubbed slowly.

Near the end of the break, the students who ran out of the classroom returned to the class one after another.

Bi Sansheng unscrewed the cork of the thermos cup, and slowly followed behind the large group returning to class, not in a hurry at all.

The half-full hot water sloshed in the cup, and the wall of the cup was a little hot to the touch due to the weak heat insulation.

Footsteps came from behind Bi Sansheng, and they landed quickly, like a cheetah galloping aggressively.

"Senior, give way!" The people behind seemed to be in a hurry, and before they could speak, they had already stretched out their hands to block Bi Sansheng

back, panting heavily, the words revealed the speaker's frizz and haste.

Although he is honored as a "senior", Bi Sansheng's image is really not noble and high-end. He wears glasses and looks a little gentle, and his image is like a frail scholar who can't lift his hands or shoulders in dramas.

As for whether Bi Shusheng is useless or not, it depends on the specific situation.

The unsealed thermos cup slipped out of Bi Sansheng's hand.

Whether the trajectory of the thermos cup sliding through the air is a beautiful arc is not the focus of Bi Sansheng and his students.What they care about is the thermos cup that fell to the ground and separated from the bottle cap with a "clang" sound, and the water that spilled all over the place.

"You!" Bi Sansheng turned around, and the word "you" rang loudly. After seeing clearly who the culprit of the accident was, there was no further questioning.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." Although the younger brother has strong hands, he is also a qualified junior. He didn't say sorry to the side, but he just stood there and did nothing. He immediately bent down and picked up Bi Sansheng's water glass He Gai, after repeatedly apologizing, saw that Bi Sansheng didn't respond much, and tentatively suggested, "Why don't I wash your water glass and send it back?" Anyway, I guess I have to make two trips to the tenth shift.

"Ah, no need, no need, it's fine." Bi Sansheng hurriedly took what was in his junior's hand, and said, "Little Lemon, go first if you have something to do..." Halfway through the words, I realized that I was using the wrong title, and suddenly shouted Uncovering the code name secretly given to Kang Ningmeng, a sophomore in high school, he immediately changed the subject, "Class is about to start, I'll go back to class first, classmate, go quickly if you have something to do, the last self-study class is about to start."

As soon as the voice fell, the class bell rang very cooperatively.

Senior Bi Sansheng and junior Kang Ningmeng stepped on the bell and entered Class Ten one after the other.

Qu Chen was writing vigorously on the podium, and Zheng Xiao pointed out several omissions in the notes in his book.

"Teacher." Kang Ningmeng called Zheng Xiao, and from the corner of his eye he unconsciously noticed Qu Chen who was close at hand.

Zheng Xiao didn't wait for Kang Ningmeng to express his interest, so he handed him a bunch of keys, and asked casually, "Mr. Gu is in charge of self-study in the fourth quarter of the second year of high school this week."

Middle Z is relatively remote, so many middle school teachers choose to live in the teacher's dormitory, but there are also some who don't live on campus. Gu Bai is one of them, and so is Zheng Xiao.

The last evening self-study in Z Middle School ends at ten o'clock sharp, so the fourth evening self-study is usually managed by the teachers who live in the school, but the teachers who don't live in the school will also take turns to manage it, but unless you are a senior high school teacher like Zheng Xiao It is also in charge of discipline, otherwise the frequency will never be frequent, and it is too much to manage twice in a semester.

Kang Ningmeng nodded, not knowing what he was happy about, "Helping our homeroom teacher take care of it." After taking the key, he went back to the second grade teaching building, and the back of leaving always had a sense of joy and joy.

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