I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Ran Yuanxing looked up in astonishment, "Just because you won't be in the same class as me?"

Class 1 is a key class in Dongcheng. There is nothing to say about the teachers. The teachers of all subjects are all good. Don't look at Xu Miaomiao, who is one of the best in the English teaching group.

Although Class 3 is a science experiment class second only to Class 1, the teaching ability of the teachers in each subject is far behind: In the school forum, the English teacher of Class 3 has complained more than once. The way of explaining is also relatively simple and crude.

The third year of senior high school is a critical stage for scoring. How many students have been muddled for the first two years, and then worked hard to get into the undergraduate course in the third year.At this time, the Nan family couple actually want to transfer Nan Yirong, isn't it just a joke?Don't talk about the teacher's strength, just talk about the new environment, the new class, don't you need time to adapt?

Nan Yirong was a little helpless, touched his frowning eyebrows, "They are also afraid that I really have something to do with you, they are too anxious, besides, I am going to take an art school, and the culture class is not as tight as before."

Ran Yuanxing drooped his eyelids sullenly.

Nan Yirong also felt uncomfortable, and the words of comfort went through her mind several times before she said it.

Ran Yuanxing listened and forced a smile.

The two of them said a few more words later, Ran Yuanxing knew that he would have to make up lessons tomorrow, so he made an appointment for the video tomorrow, and hung up the phone on his own initiative.

The screen went black, Nan Yirong held the phone and sent a message for a while, but did not reply to the message when he clicked on WeChat.

There are only two messages, both from Zhao Bowen.

The first one was posted at 23:06, saying: [The statement has been posted, go check it out! 】

The second one was posted 2 minutes ago: [Public opinion has finally reversed, it should be all right, bro, isn't it amazing? 】

After reading it, Nan Yirong casually responded with an emoji, switched software and clicked on Weibo——

Zhao Bowen's black trending search is still on Hot [-], Hot [-] and Hot [-] are respectively #赵博文反应##大赛投资叔及#.

Nan Yirong explained one by one. First, Zhao Bowen himself posted:

[Hi everyone, I am Zhao Bowen.

Sorry for taking up public resources and not responding until now.First of all, I would like to apologize to all the students and staff who were waiting here this afternoon, and I am sorry to keep you waiting.Another friend and I actually set off an hour earlier, but unfortunately we ran into an accident on the way, and we were blocked for a long time before we were allowed to pass. We really didn't mean to deliberately let everyone put on a show.

Many friends have questioned the qualifications of my friends and me to be award presenters. Let me say frankly here that I really don’t understand technology. When it comes to technology, the adjectives that jump out the first time are nothing more than advanced, cutting-edge, and precise. What does it have to do with a star like me who can only sing and dance?I thought so too at first.

However, Director Liu of the organizer has been encouraging me to participate. He told me that any technology is not for self-admiration. It needs to be implemented in every application or product. It is easy for people to operate and convenient for life.You don't understand technology, but you can judge whether technology products are good or bad. This is the meaning of technology.I was persuaded, and only then did I have the courage to accept the invitation post.

Finally, I would like to apologize again to the students and staff who have been waiting for a long time in this competition, and thank you friends who have always encouraged and believed in me. ]

Seemingly to increase credibility, Zhao Bowen also deliberately included a few pictures of the accident scene and a screenshot of the time he set off at the back of the post.

When this evidence came out, most of the people who ate melons were angered. Coupled with the organizer's statement, a slogan of "let technology come into life", most of the up-and-down rational customers shut up.

The matter was resolved, and the popularity of the topic was slowly decreasing.Nan Yirong glanced at the comments again, and felt that the public opinion was no longer inclined to reverse, so he turned off his phone.

Early the next morning, Nan Yirong was called out by Gu Sijuan.

Zhang Youcheng, the teacher who gave him extra lessons, arrived.

Nan Yirong washed and dressed, followed Gu Sijuan downstairs, and saw a man sitting on the sofa chatting with his aunt from afar.

Seeing the two of them coming down, Zhang Youcheng stood up politely, his eyes fell lightly on Nan Yirong, "Is this Young Master Nan?"

For some reason, Nan Yirong felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him.

Zhang Youcheng has a standard Chinese character face, awe-inspiring and upright, with a pair of serious and rigid black-rimmed glasses on his face, and a neatly ironed black suit.

This kind of temperament should not have uncomfortable eyes. Nan Yirong thinks that maybe he didn't sleep well yesterday and was in a trance.

"Mr. Zhang, you're welcome, just call him by his name."

Gu Sijuan replied, stretched out her hand and gave Nan Yirong a nudge, with a smile on her face: "Nan Nan quickly call Teacher Zhang, Teacher Zhang is a rare special-grade teacher who can teach all subjects in high school, how many people are invited and still can't be invited!"

Nan Yirong looked at Zhang Youcheng and shouted without emotion.

Zhang Youcheng didn't take it seriously, showed him a smiling face, and extended his hand to him, "Yi Rong, come on, let's shake hands and work hard together for the next month."

Nan Yirong stretched out his hand, and Zhang Youcheng took his hand.

The touch on the hand was soft, like holding a piece of cotton candy, Zhang Youcheng's eyes flashed dimly, he let go of his hand quickly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more sincere.

Nan Yirong keenly noticed the emotional ups and downs of the person in front of him, but he didn't say anything, but chose to look away calmly.

After saying hello, Nan Yirong was urged by Gu Sijuan to have breakfast; then under Gu Sijuan's signal, he took Zhang Youcheng to the study.

It should be for the convenience of teaching. Compared with Nan Yirong's last visit, there is an extra movable blackboard in the study room. Markers and blackboard erasers are placed on the small shelf next to it.

Nan Yirong withdrew his gaze, followed Zhang Youcheng in, was about to sit down, Zhang Youcheng stopped him with a smile, and pointed to the door, "Yirong, did you forget to close the door?"

"Oh, yes." Nan Yirong actually didn't close the door on purpose. Seeing him like this, he opened his mouth pretentiously, turned around and closed the door.

"Click", the door was slowly closed.

Looking at the boy's slender back, Zhang Youcheng pushed his glasses, lowered his head slightly and smiled in satisfaction, and when he looked up again, the friendly smile returned to his face.

As he opened the briefcase, he said, "Let me briefly introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Youcheng. You can call me Teacher Zhang or Teacher Youcheng, or even call me by my name. I am easy-going, am I not That kind of old-fashioned. I have been teaching high school for more than ten years, and I have helped many students with poor grades to get into college, so Ah Yirong, don’t be afraid to ask any questions you have in class.”

"Now..." he said, took out his mobile phone, opened the WeChat QR code and handed it to Nan Yirong, and said with a smile: "Let's add WeChat first, so that we can contact you at any time later."