Bullshit, I saw it all

Chapter 27: The Difficult Thing of Barley

The relationship between Damai and Zheng Xiao is definitely not as bad as the outside world guesses, but the teaching style is very different, which can be seen from the temperament and behavior.

Although there are many words that are not speculative, and the awareness that if you are not familiar with him, you will not provoke him.However, Damai still had the cheek to ask Zheng Xiao for clarification.

Zheng Xiao works in the office of the Biochemistry Group.

Gu Bai was about to go out, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, and then he came back and asked Zheng Xiao, who was circled the test questions, "Tonight, I will take care of the self-study in the third year of high school for you."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Zheng Xiao apologized solemnly but was met with a look of deep meaning.

However, Cooper's eyes have always had a special meaning.

Just hearing a short two-sentence dialogue, without knowing the antecedents, is naturally a bit intriguing.

Damai and Gu Bai partnered to lead a certain senior year of high school. Because the two have similar teaching concepts, they have a tacit understanding in handling class affairs.

But the extraordinary tacit understanding of the partners only stays at work, and other aspects can't even be called a barely in tune.

Gu Bai and Damai just greeted each other and left without any other intention.

For no reason, Damai felt that Gu Bai's usual smile always contained the amusement of seeing through a good show.

Zheng Xiao didn't seem to have expected that Damai would look for him. He glanced at the person who came, bowed his head, and continued to circle the question.

Of course, the office of the biochemistry group is the public office of the classroom. Even if there are not many teachers, Zheng Xiao and Damai are not the only ones there.

Damai wandered around a few times in the same place, paced to his desk and hesitated again and again, neither standing nor sitting, with a difficult expression on his face, hesitating in a dilemma.

Wu Rui seemed to understand Damai's embarrassing things, and walked over, patted him on the shoulder, with sympathy on his face, "It's all like this, and you still insist on coming to work, who dares to say that you young people don't work hard!"

Wu Rui is a chemistry teacher. He is almost 50 years old. He is recognized as a happy little old man. He loves to laugh at himself because of the increasingly obvious "Mediterranean" on the top of his head. Don't worry.

"Ah," Damai's eyes were wide open, and he didn't understand why Wu Rui praised him, why he sympathized with him, and he still looked like someone who had experienced it, "Teacher Wu, you?"

Wu Rui stood face to face with Damai, and waited until the office was almost empty, before hinting implicitly, "The soft vein group formed by the dilation and buckling of the venous plexus under the mucous membrane of the end of the human rectum and under the skin of the anal canal is indeed disturbing. "

Damai is a biology teacher, and he immediately realized what Wu Rui was referring to.The same is true for Zheng Xiao.

"Wu, Teacher Wu! You misunderstood!" Looking around, he found that there were only the three of them left in the office. Damai whispered, "I definitely don't have hemorrhoids!"

Wu Rui made a big oolong, which made it easier for Zheng Xiao who was silent in the corner but witnessed the whole process.

After Wu Rui also left, Damai walked to Zheng Xiao's place a few steps away, looking around and acting stealthily.

"Teacher Mai, what's the matter?" Zheng Xiao suddenly stopped writing, and I asked.

"Teacher Zheng, hehe." Damai smiled falsely, stiff and unnatural, "You answered the call that night? I hope that time when I asked for an extra day off."

Zheng Xiao was stunned, recalling that Da Mai at the other end of the microphone could not speak clearly. It seemed that he was drunk and hot-blooded, but he could hear the sadness in every sentence, and in the end it was almost a heart-piercing roar.

The author has something to say: The principal is in the evening self-study with the scumbag lecturing on the topic, and Damai’s phone calls randomly. The specific situation is left to everyone’s imagination 23333333

It's so funny, good night, good night