What if my brother is sick

"Mr. Wen, don't you think about it again. The eighth class next door is much easier to take care of than the seventh class. You'd better listen to my advice and change to the eighth class."

Wen Bei and the teaching director stood in front of the door of class [-]. There was constant noise in the class. Wen Bei was silent for a while, then shook his head, looked at the teaching director and said slowly: "No, let's take this class, I can take it, you rest assured."

The teaching director glanced at Wen Bei, and then at Class No. [-], and wanted to persuade him a few words, but seeing the firmness in Wen Bei's eyes, he retracted his words.

Wen Bei is a newly transferred teacher. He has been working as a foreign teacher in foreign countries before. He just returned to China in the past few days. It happened that the head teachers of Class [-] and Class [-] took a long vacation together. The dean wanted to let the new teacher take a The more obedient Class [-], let the older ones lead Class [-], who knows that this new teacher insists on leading Class [-], and will not listen to persuasion...

No. [-] Middle School is divided into classes according to their academic performance. Those with a high total score in the final exam of the first year of high school will be assigned to Class [-] and Class [-], and those who are slightly worse will be assigned to Class [-] and Class [-]. By analogy, there are eight students in the entire second grade. Classes [-], [-] and [-] became poor classes.

Then why is it said that Class [-] is better than Class [-]?

Although the eighth class is the last class of the crane, the people in the class are obedient and listen carefully in class. Although it is said that the grades are not good, they are well-behaved and do not cause trouble.

Looking back at class [-], a group of boys who can't support the wall, don't listen to the class, disturb the classroom order, don't pay attention to the teacher and don't say anything, fighting in school is a common occurrence.

Many teachers do not have time to hide from this class, so why does this new teacher not listen to persuasion...

Seeing that Wen Bei couldn't be moved, the dean shook his head and said nothing more, just patted him on the shoulder, gave him a self-contained look, turned and left.

Wen Bei adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, the square frame made him look gentle and elegant, he turned his head to look into the class, shook his head with a wry smile.

Just now he and the teaching director were standing in front of the class door and still quarrelling without fear. It seems that he is really in a big trouble...

But thinking about the person sitting in the class at this time... I still have to lead the class.

Wen Bei sorted out the roll call list and textbooks in his hands, adjusted his facial expressions and mentality, and walked into the class.

The mud that the teachers said was not enough to support the wall is not for nothing. Until Wen Bei walked to the podium, the people in the class didn't mean to calm down, but a few girls noticed him and discussed in whispers .

The class was too noisy, and Wen Bei's voice was completely covered. He could only pat the podium vigorously, and the students became quieter when they heard the movement.

As soon as Wen Bei came in, his eyes started to look for someone. After seeing the person he wanted to see in the corner of the last row, he frowned with satisfaction and dissatisfaction.

What is satisfying is that even if you are lying on your stomach, I can still see that it is him from the back of your head.

What is dissatisfied is why he sits so late alone?Still sleeping on your stomach?How bad is it for the cervical spine?Why is the hair so long?Why not take care of it?What's on the ear?What about wearing headphones?No wonder I didn't see him move even after making such a big noise on the table.

Wen Bei looked away, cleared his throat, and said slowly, "Who is your monitor?"

A girl looked at him with bright eyes, and said loudly: "Teacher, the class leader asked for leave and went back, so he's not here."

Not here... No wonder it's so noisy and no one cares about discipline...

"Who is in charge of discipline in that class?"

A boy with glasses raised his hand: "Teacher, it's me..."

He sat in the middle of the first group, too far away from Wen Bei who was standing on the podium. Wen Bei couldn't hear him clearly, so he beckoned him to speak on the podium.

Unexpectedly, the boy looked around in embarrassment, but didn't move.

At this time, his deskmate spoke for him, but his tone was very rude, and he looked at Wen Bei and said, "Teacher, he's crippled and can't walk out."

Wen Bei frowned, and glanced at his feet, but the other party shrank his legs back. Wen Bei didn't see clearly, but there was indeed a leg that didn't look right.

The boy lowered his head, his shoulders trembled as if he was trying to hold back something, and then he glanced at his deskmate, resting his head in one hand and casually playing with his phone...

It seems that this class is not only poor in grades...

Wen Bei sighed, and said helplessly: "Everyone be quiet." Wen Bei raised his volume and said loudly.

The class became quieter, and he continued: "Hello everyone, my name is Wen Bei. From now on, I will be your class, the head teacher of Class [-] and [-], and also your Chinese teacher."

After speaking, he turned around and wrote his name and phone number on the blackboard, "Everyone can remember my phone number."

Some female students began to be curious about Wen Bei, "Teacher, how old are you, and you look so young." Teenage girls just love to gossip about inexplicable things.

"It's a secret." Wen Bei shook his head and smiled.

As the name suggests, Wenbei people exude a kind of approachable aura, and they express this aura vividly when they smile, which is almost written on their faces-"I'm easy to talk".

But I don't know if it's true or fake.

"Okay, let's roll the roll now." Wen Bei picked up the roll call sheet and started to roll the roll.

"Zou Ming."

"arrive."

"Xu Jingyang."

"arrive."

Wen Bei looked up, and it turned out that the boy with the injured foot was Xu Jingyang.

Wen Bei continued to roll the roll, and after calling the name he was familiar with, he smiled and said, "Jiang Yan."

Of course, no one answered, after all, the person was sleeping with headphones on.

Wen Bei yelled again, and then pretended to say, "Is Jiang Yan not here?"

The girl closest to him pointed to the back and whispered, "Teacher Jiang Yan is sleeping in the back."

Wen Bei nodded, stepped off the podium and walked to the back.

The female classmate thought that Wen Bei was angry and wanted to trouble Jiang Yan, so she quickly whispered: "Teacher, just let him sleep and don't provoke him..."

Who dares to mess with this great Buddha...

Wen Bei saw the fear and worry in her eyes, smiled and said, "It's okay."

I thought how bad this kid's reputation in the class is...

Seeing Wen Bei walking towards Jiang Yan, the class became quiet for a while, most of them looked at this side with eyes of watching the excitement.

Hey, the new teacher wants to mess with Jiang Yan, this is fun.

Wen Bei approached Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan's earphone volume was very loud, and the sound leaked out, and he could hear the music when he got closer.

Hurt your ears.

Wen Bei frowned, first knocked on the table with his hand, Jiang Yan moved but did not wake up.

Wen Bei took off his earphones without any hassle.

The classroom was extremely quiet for an instant, and even the air was a few degrees colder.

Jiang Yan didn't get up, but Wen Bei knew he was awake. After a while, Jiang Yan's gloomy voice sounded under the table.

"Who told you to touch my headphones..."

Everyone in the class knew that Jiang Yan was angry, and they were all waiting to see Wen Bei's good show.

"I said, who told you to touch..."

My earphones... He stood up abruptly, Jiang Yan didn't finish speaking, the irritability and scorn in his eyes instantly turned into shock and unconcealable surprise after seeing Wen Bei.

Wen Bei smiled and said: "It's me, classmate Jiang Yan."

Jiang Yan was speechless for a while.

Wen Bei is back.

This thought suddenly woke up Jiang Yan.

His heart seemed to be dancing in his body, he felt his nose sore, and all the emotions he ignored rushed up his throat, he found that he seemed speechless, but he wanted to face the person in front of him very much. man yelling.

In the end, Jiang Yan didn't say anything, he closed his eyes to suppress all the enthusiasm in his eyes, and said indifferently: "...Brother Bei."

Everyone who was waiting to watch the excitement exploded in an instant, and they all discussed quietly.

"Made in Russia, I heard that the King of Hades called the teacher in charge Brother!"

"They know each other? Are they brothers?"

"No, they have different surnames."

Wen Bei didn't care about the class, his smile faded a little after hearing Jiang Yan's tone.

He knew that Jiang Yan was blaming him.