"I said, why can your cat heal?"

Zhong Ruyue pointed to her face: "Last time, your cat licked the bloodstains on my face, and the bloodstains disappeared the next day." ”

"So that's what you said. Song Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in surprise: "Is there such a thing?"

Stopped the car, turned her head and looked at Zhong Ruyue carefully, the blood on her face was indeed much better than the day of the incident, and now there are only a few shallow marks, not even a scab.

"Don't you know your own cat?" This time it was Zhong Ruyue's turn to be surprised.

"I really don't know. Song Ming was overjoyed: "I have to study it well when I go back!"

If Tai Chi Cat really has this additional effect, doesn't it mean that he has another medical method?

After arriving at the 19th Middle School, Song Ming's internship team held a meeting with the school leaders and the class teachers of each class in the first year of high school, in order to get acquainted with each other first.

Song Ming was assigned to the sixth class of high school, and the head teacher of this class was a middle-aged bald man named Chen Dahe, who was nearly forty years old.

"Teacher Song, we will have to rely on you to worry a lot after the sixth class. Chen Dahe enthusiastically stretched out his hand to Song Ming, and his words were full of expectation.

Song Ming held Chen Dahe's hand and said with a smile: "Don't dare to be, I will ask Mr. Chen for more guidance in the future." ”

"Everywhere, we learn from each other. Chen Dahe laughed: "Teacher Song, I'll take you to meet with your classmates first, so that the teaching work can be carried out in the future." ”

"Then it's troublesome for Mr. Chen. ”

While the two were talking, they had already come to the door of the sixth class of high school, and Song Ming heard the commotion inside from a long distance, and it seemed that this was also a class that was unwilling to be lonely.

"What's the noise? Do you use your mouth to teach the self-study class?"

Chen Dahe walked in with a straight face, and the classroom immediately quieted down, and his prestige as a class teacher was still very strong.

"Let me introduce you, this is the new trainee teacher in our class, everyone is welcome!"

Bang Bang Bang ---

The classroom burst into applause.

"Teacher Song, can you simply say a few words to everyone?" Chen Dahe said with a smile.

Song Ming nodded at Chen Dahe, walked up to the podium, and showed a professional smile: "Hello students, I am a new intern teacher, my surname is Song, Song of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, I hope ---"

"Tell ---"

Chen Dahe's mobile phone ringtone interrupted Song Ming's self-introduction, Chen Dahe smiled apologetically, and said, "Teacher Song, I'll go and get busy with something first, the next session happens to be a Chinese class, and the things in the class will be handed over to you for the time being." ”

“......”

Song Ming's major is Chinese language and literature, and the subject of the internship is naturally Chinese, but Chen Dahe is too relieved of himself, right?

It was only the first day, and he left himself behind, and the shopkeeper did more than himself.

As soon as Chen Dahe left, the atmosphere in the class instantly boiled:

"Teacher Song, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Teacher Song, how old are you this year?"

"Teacher Song, which university are you?"

The students in the class had too much curiosity about Song Ming, the new teacher, and threw out questions one after another, making Song Ming return to his youthful high school days in a trance.

At this time, a male student wearing a white hat stood up and sneered lazily: "Is it worth your gossip about an Internet addict?"

This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire, making the already warm atmosphere boil again.

"What kind of Internet addiction waste? Jiang Jun, you can make it clear!"

"Isn't it, Internet addict teacher?

Jiang Jun sneered twice with bad intentions, looked at Song Ming and said, "Teacher Song, you have wasted nearly a year of studying in an Internet café in your junior year, I didn't wronged you, right?"

"Nope. Song Ming generously admitted it, but he frowned secretly in his heart.

Do your homework so much, it's not good to come!

"I'll go, the deity stone hammer himself?"

"It's kind of interesting, this teacher shouldn't teach us to play games in class, right? haha---"

After Jiang Jun's words were confirmed, the eyes of the classmates below looked at Song Ming and became weird.

"Alas, the school is so irresponsible to us. Jiang Jun sighed unwillingly: "He himself is still an Internet addicted teenager, what qualifications do he have to be our teacher?"

Although the other students did not express their position clearly, they looked very much in agreement with what Jiang Jun said.

The atmosphere became subtle for a while.

Song Ming looked calm and said with a smile: "Classmate Jiang Jun, you said that I spent the whole year in an Internet café in my junior year, this is a fact, I will not deny it, but I can't afford to waste my studies." ”

"Joke, do you mean you can earn credits by playing games?" Jiang Jun sneered disdainfully.

"You can judge for yourself how capable I am. ”

Song Ming didn't rush to refute anything, but unhurriedly took out his notebook, connected it to the projector, and called up his report card for the entire school year of his junior year on the big screen.

This is a habit that Song Ming has developed since he was a child, and his results will be kept no matter how big or small the exam is.

Because grandpa instructed him, this is an explanation to him, and it is also Song Ming's explanation to himself.

"History of Foreign Literature 81, Chinese Literature of the Past Dynasties 83, Ancient Chinese Literature 89, Modern Chinese 86, Writing 90 ---"

After looking at more than a dozen courses, none of them was below 80 points!

"Jiang Jun, what about you fart? As for Teacher Song's grades, not to mention the top scholars, they are also of an excellent level, right?"

"What can this call abandoning your studies? Jiang Jun, I have reason to suspect that you are insinuating us scumbags!"

"It is said that long live the passing grade in college, Mr. Song's grades are more than enough to tutor college students, let alone teach us?"

In this era of education, where scores are king, transcripts are the best proof of learning strength.

Song Ming's report card is not excellent, and he turned the situation back in the blink of an eye.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Song Ming knocked on the blackboard a few times and said solemnly: "I can tell you very frankly that the reason why I was addicted to Internet cafes in my junior year had a lot to do with the death of my grandfather. ”

"My grandfather was the most important family member to me, and I was so confused during that time that I even wanted to drop out of school, and if I hadn't found some comfort in the game, I don't think I would have survived now. ”

"Of course, I'm not saying this to encourage people to do this, I mean, games are just a way for me to dispel my worries. ”

"Life in the world, how can there be no sorrow, some people choose to borrow wine to drown their sorrows, some people choose to jump off the building from a height, there are thousands of ways, as long as you don't delay the right thing, why bother to score a right or wrong, what do you think?"