"My dear, you're so handsome, people like you so much" A beautiful woman looked at Yan Ming charmingly, and Qianqian's thin hands drew circles on his chest.

Yan Ming stroked his bangs, pinched the woman's chin with a smile, and slowly approached her with his lips, "Beauty, you are so beautiful"

"Oh, dear, that's not good"

"Nothing bad, come on"

"Wait a minute," the woman put her hand against Yan Ming's face, "you don't want to see who I am anymore?"

Yan Ming looked carefully, everything in front of him suddenly changed, and the originally beautiful girl actually turned into an old man.

He snapped his eyes open, almost jumping out of his seat, and a burst of laughter rang out in his ears.

He looked up and saw a bald old man glaring at him.

Yan Ming then remembered that he was still in the classroom.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at the old man to hide his embarrassment.

"Stand up," the old man said angrily.

Yan Ming stood up, and then remembered that this old man seemed to be a math teacher.

The math teacher pointed to a problem on the blackboard and said, "Tell me about the method and idea of solving the problem above"

Yan Ming looked at the problem on the blackboard, a sophomore math problem wanted to stump him, heh, this is ...... It really stumped him.

It's been a few years since I graduated, and I forgot everything I could forget, who knows how to solve these things.

"That teacher, can you ask the audience for help?" asked Yan Ming weakly.

The math teacher's face became even more gloomy, and the other students laughed.

"This new buddy is so funny, he thinks it's a quiz show with prizes, and the audience asks for help," someone laughed.

Zhang Simeng looked at Yan Ming worriedly.

"What's your name, are you new?" asked the math teacher.

"My name is Yan Ming, and I just came here this morning."

"You dare to sleep in class when you first come in the morning!, who the hell are you studying or sleeping?!" said the math teacher angrily.

"Well, this, in fact, I, I, teacher, I was wrong" Yan Ming said with a crying voice: "I shouldn't sleep in your class, I'm sorry, but I'm really sleepy, my family is poor, in order to earn tuition and living expenses, I have to work part-time every day, working until twelve o'clock at night"

"But even so, I still have to dedicate two hours a night to study, for no reason, I just love to learn, I have a huge thirst for knowledge"

As he spoke, Yan Ming burst into tears, he covered his face with his hands and cried.

"Oh hey, good boy, don't cry" The math teacher comforted: "It's not your fault, it's the teacher who doesn't know the truth, sit down, ah, good boy"

"Thank you, teacher," Yan Ming sat back in his chair.

Zhang Simeng was almost stunned, she never expected that there would be such an operation?

"Okay, classmate Yan Ming, you can come to my office after class."

Yan Ming's face was a question mark, didn't I say that I was so inspirational and miserable, why did I still go to the office?

"Chen Xiaoxiao, you can answer this question," the math teacher said.

Yan Ming was wary of Chen Xiaoxiao, he was afraid that if she couldn't answer later, he would be in trouble if he was angry and ready to cut people.

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Xiaoxiao actually answered, and the answer was perfect.

"Well, that's good, sit down," the math teacher said.

Yan Ming looked at Chen Xiaoxiao, who had a calm face, suspiciously, "How did you answer?"

The possession of the obsession spirit does not mean that it can inherit the host's memory, even if Chen Xiaoxiao is a scholar, it is impossible for the Soul Eater to find a solution to the problem from Chen Xiaoxiao's brain.

"Is this a difficult problem? You can solve it with a little brain."

“......”

"This teacher is a good teacher, if you study hard, you can learn a lot, and you shouldn't lie to him, he is disgusting and kind, and he is still very good to students in his heart, especially if he can't see students give up their studies because of family reasons"

"Why do you hear this, you seem to know this teacher very well?"

Soul Eater ignored him, instead taking notes with a pen like a good student.

Yan Ming was confused, was this still the Soul Eater he knew?

A class passed quickly, the bell rang for the end of class, and the math teacher walked out of the classroom.

Yan Ming looked at Chen Xiaoxiao, who was doing the question next to him, "Let's go, let's go to the office together?"

"Don't worry, you go, I will sit here very well, and promise not to kill anyone" Chen Xiaoxiao smiled slightly.

"I'm even more worried when you say that," Yan Ming said.

"Since you're so worried, then I'll accompany you on a trip."

The two stood up and walked out of the classroom, Zhang Simeng looked at the backs of Yan Ming and Chen Xiaoxiao leaving side by side, his eyes were dim.

As soon as he walked outside the office corridor, Yan Ming saw Ling Xiao who was on the phone.

"Brother Ling, she'll be handed over to you, I have to go into the office, the math teacher is still waiting for me"

Ling Xiao nodded, "You go in first."

Stepping into the office, there was only a math teacher inside, Jiang Yueqing and a Fang Xu.

"Yan Ming, come, come and sit," the math teacher waved his hand.

Yan Ming sat on the chair next to him and immediately admitted his mistake, "Teacher, I was wrong in class today, I'm sorry"

"It's okay, the teacher has forgiven you," the math teacher said with a smile, changing his previous serious expression and becoming amiable.

"I called you here, I have a few words to say to you" The math teacher said: "One, that is, in my math class in the future, if you are sleepy, it is no problem if you want to sleep, but you can't sleep for too long, always lying on your stomach, which is not conducive to blood circulation"

"Second, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me, or talk to other teachers, we will do our best to help you.

Three, don't work too late at night, pay attention to rest, in addition, I have a workbook here, I gave it to you, if you don't understand something, you can come to me,

I usually live in the school, and I usually go to bed around 10 o'clock at night, and you can come and ask me questions before then."

Yan Ming looked confused, what is the situation?

Shouldn't it be a meal? Why do you feel a little warm in your heart?

"That teacher, in fact, I ......"

"You are still a student, you have to focus on studying, originally my idea was to fund your usual school expenses, but there are still a few difficult students in our class, and I am a little overwhelmed now,

But it doesn't matter, if you really need help, just tell me and the teacher will help you," the old man said with a smile.

Yan Ming suddenly remembered what Chen Xiaoxiao had said to him before.

You shouldn't lie to him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt very guilty in his heart.

"Thank you, teacher, I will definitely study hard," Yan Ming said.

"Good, good, good boy," the old man smiled as he took Yan Ming's hand.

He looked at the items on the old man's desk, except for the lesson plan workbook, there were a few photos.

The content of the photos is a group photo of the math teacher and the students, and the teachers and students seem to be very close to each other, like family.

——

Yan Ming walked back to the office with Chen Xiaoxiao with an exercise book.

Zhang Simeng saw them coming back, hesitated for a while, and stepped forward and asked, "Brother Yan Ming, teacher, he didn't embarrass you, right?"

He shook his head, "No"

"Well, that, Brother Yan Ming, why did you suddenly come to our school? and you are still here to be a student?" asked Zhang Simeng.

Yan Ming pointed at Chen Xiaoxiao, "Because of her"

Zhang Simeng looked at the two of them in surprise, a little flustered in his heart, when did Brother Yan Ming and Xiaoxiao meet? Could it be that they are already together?

When people are in love, people's IQ is rounded to equal to zero, which is the case with Zhang Simeng, who completely ignores the particularity of Yan Ming's profession.

The class bell rang, and Zhang Simeng returned to his seat.

"It seems quite sad to look at that girl, I think you should go and comfort her and explain the situation of the incident by the way," Chen Xiaoxiao reminded.

"Isn't she very good?" Yan Ming looked at Zhang Simeng's back suspiciously.

"Whatever you want"

Yan Ming ignored her, but opened the exercise book and looked at the massive exercises inside.

He decided to live up to the expectations of his math teacher, study hard, be a good person, and make progress every day.

Thinking about it this way, the red scarf on his chest became more vivid.

There are many things in this world that are false, but mathematics, if it won't, it won't, it's always so true.

Yan Ming took the pen and stared at a question for five minutes, and from the beginning to the end, he wrote an explanation.

He felt that even if he watched it for another twenty minutes, he probably wouldn't be able to write.

What cos, si

，ta

It's a mess, it's obviously a math workbook, why do you do so much English?

While he was looking at the question, the teacher walked into the classroom.

This class is an art class.

"Hello students, I am your substitute teacher, named Fang Xu, your original art teacher has taken a leave of absence, so I will teach you in the coming week"

Fang Xu stood on the podium and smiled and glanced at the students below.

"Wow, this teacher is so handsome and young."

"yes, I don't know if he has a girlfriend?"

"Oh, he's seen it, what should I do, my heart is beating so fast"

A group of girls were talking.

Yan Ming raised his head and glanced at Fang Xu, not understanding why the current students are so superficial, shouldn't the evaluation of a teacher be his teaching attitude and personality quality?

What's the use of being handsome, can you eat it as a meal?

"Who do you think is handsome, the teacher or the newcomer to our class?"

"I think Yan Ming should be a little more handsome"

"Me too, but the teacher is also good, and both of them have their own strengths"

Yan Ming suddenly found that in fact, there was no problem with the aesthetics in the class, it was very tall and not superficial at all.

Fang Xu motioned to the students to be quiet, "Okay, about my handsome, let's discuss it here, and then we have to start the class."

He picked up a pen and wrote on the blackboard.

Yan Ming was a little skeptical that this product really knew how to art.

If the car overturns, it's a joke.