The mustache repeated in surprise and exclaimed: More than 300 heads? Good guy, your classmates say that your father is a rich man, and that's right!"

"The mustache also started his 'gossip' journey: Zifan, do you know what more than 300 cows mean? Most of your farms are dairy cows, and there are some imported purebred cattle, according to the current lowest market price, it is conservatively estimated that your cow can be sold for about 20,000 yuan, and 300 cows are six million, your father is a 'millionaire'!"

The mustache sighed: No wonder it is said that after the students graduate, the gap will get bigger and bigger, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, sure enough!"

Stunned for a while, the mustache continued: Zifan, although your father has arranged your life, but for you, the school time is still the most beautiful and memorable time in your life. ”

Zifan lowered his head and looked like a 'good baby': Well, teacher, I know. ”

"'Since I've talked about it today, I'll say a few more words, and don't think I'm verbose. The mustache said solemnly: Zifan, getting along with classmates is to be attentive, and getting along with your heart will be a real friend, blindly using the sympathy of classmates is a very immoral thing, once you let your classmates know your actual situation, everyone will naturally stay away. No matter how you live or do things in the future, you must be sincere!"

Zifan lowered his head: Well, teacher, I know. ”

"'Okay, then you can go!'" The mustache took a deep breath and called back Zifan, who was about to walk out of the office, "Wait! It just so happens that Li Ping is here to help the Chinese teacher sort out her homework, so you can change seats with her." ’”

"Okay......

Listening to Li Ping say this, I suddenly had a deeper understanding of the good intentions of the mustache, and I had the meaning of 'gratitude'!

It's not because Xiaomu didn't let me write an examination or call my parents, nor because he warned Zifan to stay away from me and not delay my studies, not to mention that he paved my junior high school career "behind the scenes", but because of his good intentions as a teacher.

Whether it is Zifan, who has a relationship with him, or I who has nothing to do with him, he has done his best to fulfill the great responsibility of "teaching and educating people" as a famous teacher.

He hoped that Zifan would treat people sincerely, and hoped that I would work hard, but he was afraid that Zifan would be involved in life and that I would fail Shaohua. And for him, we are just two "fledgling" hairy boys.

I also know that what Li Ping said is true.

In this way, I heard all the conversations between Mustache and Zifan. Li Ping said seriously: "And, taking this opportunity, I sat next to my brother-in-law, hehe!"

"I admire your memory", I gave Li Ping a thumbs up, "Being able to narrate things so well, there are contacts in 'what you say', it's really hard to find the slightest fault, and it also makes me have to believe that what you say is the truth, no wonder the teacher chose you as the representative of the Chinese class." ”

I didn't hesitate to praise her.

"Hehe, that's of course!" Li Ping was not modest, and directly admitted it, and said to me: "My brother-in-law is not bad, he is well-read, and he also recommended me a very good book and a very poetic author, and my brother-in-law is also worthy of his reputation!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop flattering each other. "I want to tell you something," can you stop screaming 'brother-in-law' and 'brother-in-law', I sound very awkward!

"Haha, no!" Li Ping gave me the back of his head, and then he had an idea, and said, "Well, if you can tell me another poem now, then I will promise you for the time being." ”

"Well—well, then I'll sing you another one of his poems!" I paused, and said in a questioning tone, "Anyway, why do you like poetry so much?"

"I'll tell you when you chant out!" Li Ping pretended to be mysterious.

I thought about it for a while: "Before I officially decided to start writing a book, I wrote a poem to encourage myself, and at the same time, I hope to communicate with my friends in the literary world, make progress and grow together." That's why the name of this poem is "Words of Encouragement."

Greetings

Contemporary • Ear urgency

Masterpieces are appreciated with you, and the exchange of pen and ink is long.

There is no real leader in the literary world, and each leader creates brilliance.

"Wow - it's really a contemporary poem worth savoring!" Li Ping was very excited, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with choosing him as my idol!"

"Thank you, sister...... Hehe, thank you!" Li Ping was about to blurt out the title of "brother-in-law", but when she thought of the bet with me, she was embarrassed to change her mouth and called my name.

"Well, that's pretty much it!" I nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, the class bell rang, and the students returned to their seats one after another.

This lesson is a history lesson!

Every time I take a history class, my classmates can be "skinned".

Why?

This is because the way history teachers teach is the most different from other teachers. Under normal circumstances, during a 45-minute class, the teacher will always use the first 20 minutes as the time to review and ask questions, and two-thirds of the students in the class have the opportunity to be "caught".

Therefore, the first 20 points in history class are also called "black 20 points" by the students, and they are the 20 points that the whole class is highly nervous.

The history teacher is a middle-aged woman, not tall, around 1.5 meters tall. It may be an occupational disease caused by lectures all year round, so he speaks like a duck's voice.

So in order to "retaliate" for her harshness, the classmate of the good deeds gave her a nickname called "Shi Duck". After everyone got used to it, they naturally called it "dead duck".

Another tense moment arrived, and "Dead Duck" began her routine opening statement:

"Hello everyone, students, we studied the history of the Ming Dynasty in the last class, and now we will have a brief review of the history of the Ming Dynasty. Okay, now let's start asking questions. ”

"Whoa—"

As soon as the voice of "Dead Duck" fell, the whole class set off a "small climax" of flipping the book, and turned the book to the page where the teacher was about to ask questions as soon as possible.

In addition, a number of mutual aid groups were also formed privately, and students sitting nearby helped the named students to find answers and get out of the clutches of "dead ducks" as soon as possible.

"It seems that everyone is very well prepared!" "Dead Duck" seemed to be very satisfied with the sound of the book in the hall, and teased.