Liao Xuebing did not give a positive answer, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Li Yuzhong, look at your expression, wouldn't you have a crush on which girl in our class?"

Before Li Yuzhong could speak, Meng Jun answered first: "Teacher, he is interesting to An Chunchun! Unfortunately, An Chunchun never paid attention to him."

"Fuck!" Li Yuzhong was anxious and said repeatedly: "Are you still thinking about Fan Xueying's toad to eat swan meat? You don't think about your acne on your face. Who can look down on you!"

"Last time I played poker games, you kissed the bucktooth girl!"

"Bah! When I don't know, you have written a love letter to the short winter melon in Class 3 years!"

The two of them had a disagreement and even revealed their true feelings to each other. Liao Xuebing slapped the table: "Do you know why you are different from Ye Yuhu and Cui Zheng? Cui Zheng's scheming is much deeper than you, and he can also act cool and don't have to chase girls, and someone will come to you to pay for it. You guys even claim to be a gangster!"

"Teacher, thanks to you, we have now formed an indelible hatred with the Black Dragon Hall. As long as they are stuck in school every day, I basically don't have to go to class."

"Haha, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, and drink, don't care about the joy or worries of the Ming Dynasty." Liao Xuebing raised his cup and started the topic.

Several people were drunk. Liao Xuebing waved to Zhou An, who was busy carrying wine glasses, and nodded to him to show him that everything was good even though he was relieved.

When he woke up the next morning, Liao Xuebing touched the hangover-like head and found that he was covered with a blanket and the room was cleaned up. He couldn't help but wonder: "Who did it?"

The class time was almost up, so he didn't care about breakfast and rushed out. He met the pretty neighbor Tan Ziqing standing leaning against the door in the corridor.

Tan Ziqing held the cup and drank hot tea leisurely. When she saw him, she smiled and said, "Brother Liao was so drunk last night. I thought you wouldn't get up in the morning."

"You, how did you know I drank last night?"

"After two o'clock in the middle of the night, I saw you drunk at the door and couldn't even enter the house, so I helped you in."

What a well-behaved little wife. She must have done it when she covered her quilt and cleaned the room. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend. Liao Xuebing sighed secretly and said, "Thank you so much. I'm rushing to work. I will thank you again someday."

"Brother Liao, you have to be polite, we are neighbors."

Lao Liao rushed to school with a burning butt. Fortunately, it was still time for the students to start doing morning exercises. He was sloppy, unkempt and had a scary appearance. He was embarrassed to ride the top Harley and show off, put his car on the playground, and began to count the number of people in this class.

There were only four or five more people than the first day, and the formation was crooked and messy, and the fucked was listless. Lao Liao was so angry that he shouted: "Look at what you are like? Do you practice Tai Chi? Treat morning exercises as a matter of dealing with things? You, you, you, and you! Lift your legs up and stretch your hands straight! There is no vitality of middle school students! Are you the ones who have half of your body buried yellow mud?"

The student who was named by him had to be energetic and stretched his arms and kicked his legs. After scolding him, he was finally a little stronger than before.

After inspecting the morning exercises, I rushed back to the office and saw the new day course schedule, the first chemistry, the second biology, the third Chinese, the first sport, the second sport, the second sport, the third sport, the third sport, the third sport, the third sport. It seems that it is necessary to communicate with other teachers.

First, I found the nearest math group office. He had seen the old man who taught mathematics in Class 1, 2 and 3 of Grade 2 and Grade 2 several times and said hello, but he couldn't say hello.

The math teacher, Li Leitian, was once a professor at a certain university and was hired by Tulip High School for a lot of money. However, he has been accustomed to loose teaching in college for many years. Instead, he cannot adapt to the heavy high school courses and has to worry about the specific grades of each student, which is quite miserable.

"The air is so fresh in the morning. Teacher Li, you look less than 60 years old, right? It's so well maintained." Old Liao walked to Li Leitian's desk and greeted him.

Li Leitian snorted: "I am fifty-one years old this year, and it does look less than sixty years old."

Liao Xuebing beat up at the sky and said, "We have always admired Teacher Li's concerns about the education cause. I wonder what you have experienced in the students in Class 2, Teacher Li?"

The three classes Li Leitian taught the most disgusting is the second class of the second year. The class is noisy and noisy, and the teaching notes often disappear. They openly sleep in class and read extracurricular books. All kinds of evil deeds are simply too numerous to write. They even hate Liao Xuebing, the head teacher, and they don’t intend to give him any good face: “I just want to do my job well, and I don’t have much experience.”

"This... you are a famous mathematics professor in China. If Tulip High School is missing, you will have to collapse. I admit that the current discipline in Class 2 is relatively bad, but only you can maintain the discipline in Class 2. When I was in Chinese class, several classmates often read the mathematics in the advanced level with relish. When I asked, they all said that your lectures were too profound. I have always thought about it now and realized that your content is so fascinating and irresistible." Liao Xuebing said without saying a word and gave it to him with a high hat.

Although I knew the other party was deliberately trying to please Li Leitian's old face couldn't help but feel a little bit lustful: "That's all, I'm a university professor after all. I started classes in college, and the lobby classes for hundreds of people were full every time I gave lectures."

Liao Xuebing looked respectful: "That's it, that's it. It would be great if I had caught up with your class in college. I chose Chinese for a while and I was so misleading. I regret it. Mr. Li, you are a treasure in our high school! Well, has there been any new progress in our math scores in Class 2 recently?"

Speaking of Class 2 of Year 2, Li Leitian's old face was still glowing, but it immediately collapsed: "The students in your class are basically rotten wood, and there is no room for carving."

"You can't say that. They still have a lot of youth to spend. I want to improve their enthusiasm for learning and make them interested in learning, but I have no experience at all. Besides, their discipline is really unreasonable. When these children come to school, I think they should not just be squandering their lives." Lao Liao said sincerely - although this sincerity was pretending to be on the surface.
Chapter completed!