The hidden BOSS of the game is always showing affection

Yu Jin always felt that the young teacher who had good facial features, but always showed something wrong all over his body, was hostile to him.

Maybe he just looked down on the students in class C, but he had to be the head teacher, so his attitude was very contradictory.

He knocked on the table with a bad tone: "The students in the last row are looking at the blackboard."

Yu Jin can assure you that he is definitely the most serious-looking one around, except for Zhu Jue.

But the eyes of the English teacher have been staring in this direction.

Yu Jin was annoyed by his staring, so he piled up the books on the table and lay down behind him.

The English teacher seemed displeased that he couldn't see him. He asked him to get up and read the text a few times, and reminded him, "Don't pile up the books so high in class, it's easy to block your sight."

The people below all began to whisper: "Is he targeting Brother Yu, is he always making trouble for Brother Yu today?"

"Brother Yu, come on, fuck him!"

"I think this is pretty good too. Brother Yu usually doesn't talk much, so it's rare to have the opportunity to listen to him talk so much."

"I just don't understand."

The English teacher smiled distortedly: "It's easy to get sleepy in the first class in the morning. They say you have a nice voice. I'll ask you to get up and cheer everyone up."

Yu Jin thought, according to this statement, he might have to thank the other party for his respect.

"Why is it refreshing. Shouldn't it be used to lull you to sleep? The voice is nice but you can't understand what you're saying. It makes people want to sleep the most."

"Ahhh, rounding it up means that Yu Jin is singing me a lullaby."

"Does he also know that his voice is not that pleasant? Then let Brother Yu talk about it in the future."

A burst of laughter erupted underneath.

The English teacher spread out the homework: "Let's talk about the homework from the day before yesterday."

After he spoke two questions, he suddenly cut off the chalk and looked at Yu Jin: "Since they all told you to talk about it, why don't you come and talk about the rest of the questions."

Zhu Jue pushed the homework to him: "Do you want an answer?"

Yu Jin looked at the blank homework book, hesitated for two seconds, and stood up.

"Come up and talk." The English teacher waved.

Holding the exercises in one hand and the pen in the other, Yu Jin walked up to the podium impatiently.

The English teacher saw his blank homework at a glance, and deliberately said: "Don't worry, just talk about it casually, and talk about it later if you have any questions. If you really don't want to talk about it, we don't force it, and you can let other students talk about it."

When he said the last sentence, his eyes turned to Zhu Jue again.

After all, Zhu Jue had good grades before, but he was assigned to this class only after he performed abnormally at the end of last semester.

Zhu Jue should be the student he admires the most in this class.

Yu Jin even felt that he targeted Zhu Jue because he thought he would hinder Zhu Jue from studying.

He spread the exercise booklet on the podium, glanced at the students sitting below, and began to read the answers mechanically and coldly.

There is an interval of three to five seconds between each two questions.While reading the question, he filled in the answer smoothly.

He just stood on the podium, did the homework site the day before yesterday, and reported the answers while doing it.

The expression on the English teacher's face became more and more rigid.He didn't know why a person who usually didn't even do his homework could report the answer with a glance.

And it's right.

The people below were purely watching the excitement, but after hearing his report for a while, they suddenly recalled it.

"Fuck, it's true."

"Can someone tell me if I'm right or fooled."

"According to my judgment, it should be right."

"Brother Yu, why is he so awesome all of a sudden?"

The English teacher said: "Tell me why."

"Everything else is wrong."

English teacher's expression management is about to collapse: "What's your reason?"

"Pfft, yes, what is right is right. Isn't there only a reason for being wrong?"

"I don't know how to give lectures." Yu Jin closed his homework book and walked down gracefully.

Everyone else cast reverent glances.

Brother Yu is Brother Yu. If he didn’t get good grades before, he didn’t want to learn. If he really studied carefully, he still doesn’t know who is the number one.

"Well, I know you know it, but it's better to listen carefully in class." Zhu Jue whispered to him.

Yu Jin glanced at her, then continued to lie on the back of the book, with his back facing her.

Instead, the English teacher looked over and asked her to explain the rest of the questions.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhu Jue was holding Yu Jin's pen, ready to return it to him.

The English teacher came over suddenly and called her out.

Zhu Jue could only leave in a hurry.Zhao Tian followed closely.

Yu Jin was lying on his stomach and wanted to sleep, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing by outside the classroom from the corner of his eye, sat up straight and walked out of the classroom.

Ding He stood leaning against the wall of the corridor, as if watching passers-by.

"Didn't you say goodbye after school?"

Although the tone is not soft, the joy in the ending cannot be hidden.

"I'm passing by." Ding He lied without blushing.

"so far."

Ding He thought for a while, and said: "Then it's not passing by, it's here specially."

He was so frank, which made people even more flustered.

Yu Jin asked knowingly, "What are you here for?"

"Come……"

"It's not good! Zhu Jue seems to have an accident." Zhao Tian ran over in a hurry.