But it didn't take long for something to happen.

It was half a month later, and the classroom of Class 4 was as quiet as the West Lake on a spring morning, with only the chalk on the blackboard chattering non-stop.

On the podium, the tone was abrupt, and the people below were crowded, and the boys in black suits and girls in short suits sat upright, sometimes with serious expressions, sometimes puzzled, and orderly, as if they were killed by the autumn wind at night.

But at this moment!

"Smack~!"

The eraser slammed on the table, and angry voices burst open from the podium, shaking the windows slightly:

"Yang Zhen!Textbooks and notes are not opened, what are you doing?!"

The whole class was startled, Shu Xiaoman couldn't help but look up when she heard the name of "Yang Zhen", and sure enough, she found Wu Shengzheng glaring at her side angrily.

That's Yang Zhen's position.

The students looked at each other, and there was a dead silence in the air, and the stamina who had been named and criticized was still sitting calmly, as if he had no feeling at all for the angry eyes cast by the teacher and the stares of the whole class that were instantly concentrated.

Shu Xiaoman suddenly felt angry.

"Yang Zhen, didn't you hear what the teacher said?!" The voice raised an octave again, and Shu Xiaoman felt that he could see that the anger gauge on the teacher's head was constantly soaring.

The classroom was surprisingly quiet, and it wasn't a big deal to get distracted in class, but Shu Xiaoman was angry:

"This guy, obviously he has already paid special attention to him, what kind of trouble is this?!"

But after all, everyone is friends, and it would be too unrighteous not to save them when they see death, so Shu Xiaoman still decided to help.

She secretly pinched the magic trick, silently carried the sound transmission technique, and handed out the cheat sheet to Yang Zhen:

Page 76, paragraph 5......"

As a result, before she finished speaking, Yang Zhen had already stood up lazily, and there seemed to be dark flames flowing in her eyes.

Although he didn't open his notes or textbooks, since he talked to Shu Xiaoman that day, he couldn't bear to doze off during class time.

And......

He raised his head, his gaze swept over the other classmates like a sharp blade cutting through air.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the podium.

"Teacher Wu!" he said lightly, "It's not that I'm distracted in class, with all due respect, your fill-in-the-blank questions are all meaningless." ”

This!

Astound!

Shock!

The shocking remarks caused the whole classroom to be cold, and everyone was stunned, looking at Yang Zhen as if he was looking at Ultraman.

The extraordinarily calm accusation instantly extinguished the burning small universe, and the history teacher's mouth was open enough to fit an egg.

"You, you ......"

"If you want to be empty, it's empty in a place that can be inferred from the context and the context~ Besides, there is no correct answer to this question at all, and there is a paradox in the question itself," Yang Zhen said as he walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk dragon and phoenix dance, "See? This expression is in line with grammar, and even a question can be so nonsense, what kind of trouble? Is the Chinese taught by the physical education teacher?"

Like a precise shot, Shu Xiaoman seemed to hear the sound of a bullet hitting the glass, and she looked at the podium with some concern, and found that a petrified statue above it was making a "click" sound.

She looked at Yang Zhen again and found that the latter was still gushing:

However, it is also understandable that if the original text could not be memorized in its entirety, it would not have been known! ”

"You, you...... You're actually right ......"

"And you're very poor at lecturing, and you don't have the point to talk about it. Yang Zhen interrupted the fragile and powerless counterattack, as if wielding his Onimaru Guogang cast a stunning "Tianxiang Dragon Flash".

"If you want to teach me, go and study as a teacher for a few more years!"

After he finished speaking, he reflexively stepped off the podium, and the chalk in his hand drew a graceful parabola in mid-air, and threw it accurately into the chalk slot in front of the blackboard. With a "snap", Shu Xiaoman fell into an illusion, as if the little blood bar left by the history teacher was instantly emptied, and in an instant, blood sprayed wildly, and he fell to the sky.

Yang Zhen didn't pay attention to what happened next, and he suddenly noticed that the eyes of the classmates in the class seemed to be a little different - not only the eyes of the classmates were different, but even the eyes of the teachers began to be a little different......

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The second period is chemistry class, the teacher who teaches chemistry is named Lin Yin, although the age is rounded to 30 years old, but on the whole he is a good teacher who is sensible, and he is also beautiful, and he is very popular in the class.

But for some reason, when she walked into the classroom of Class 1 (4) that day, it seemed to be different from usual......

The head was so heavy that it seemed that he couldn't lift it, and the steps on the podium could only be described by the word "rub", and the handouts were also tightly hugged on his chest, which made Yang Zhen puzzled.

"What's wrong with Mr. Lin?"

As soon as this thought came out of his mind, Yang Zhen noticed that Teacher Lin seemed to be peeking timidly in his direction.

"Students, please turn to page 25 of the textbook. ”

Lin Yin's voice was so low that only she could hear it, not because she was shy, although she had not been coaching Xingong University for a long time, she had a cheerful personality and stage fright.

She's scared!

This morning, in the Academic Affairs Office, she saw Wu Sheng's ending with her own eyes, and also heard his bloody accusations with a handful of snot and a bag of tears, thinking of his loveless appearance, and thinking that the second class was her own class, Lin Feifei panicked:

Wu Sheng is a special teacher, even he was served by a poisonous tongue, can he survive, a new teacher who has just graduated?

She glanced at Yang Zhen again, and saw that he was the same as other students, and quietly opened the textbook, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Today we're talking about %%&@¥#......"

What was said later, Yang Zhen didn't hear it clearly: What's the matter with Teacher Lin? The voice is as small as a mosquito, usually she is not like this, can she still go to class well?

He had to raise his hand.

Lin Yin's face turned white with a brush:

"Yang, Yang, Yang Zhen, what is your explanation to the teacher...... Opinions?"

Yang Zhen froze: There was no opinion or anything, he raised his hand and only hoped that the teacher could speak loudly.

He stood up and smiled at the teacher: "Teacher, is that the case...... Huh?"

Halfway through the suggestion, it was changed to a dumbfounded. Yang Zhen suddenly found that Teacher Lin was trembling frequently, and his eyes were full of despair:

"That Yang Zhen...... He stood up, he stood up, he got up, he stood up, he smiled at me, he laughed, he laughed so wickedly......

The thoughts that rushed out one after another were terrifying and terrifying, and even if Lin Yin didn't want to, he still began to panic uncontrollably.

Yang Zhen was stunned: Could it be that the teacher is sick?

"Teacher, are you alright?"

"I, I, I ......"

"I just wanted to say, you ......"

"Wow-"

A heart-rending cry suddenly erupted, followed by a distressing little figure who hid his face from the classroom of the first (4th) class of high school and went straight to the toilet.

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In the middle of the night, the moon is like a hook, and on the streets of the campus, the bright street lamps blend with the moonlight, weaving a soft net that covers all the scenery inside.

None of the grass or trees are like reality in the daytime, they are all vague and ethereal, each of them hides its subtle points, and all keep its secrets, like a dream.

Wu Sheng, a history teacher in the first (4th) class of high school, walked straight on the boulevard with a briefcase. Now that he has gone to self-study in the morning and evening, there are not many students in the school, especially this section of the trail is too remote, and there are even few street lights, which also makes his figure look even more sad and lonely.

"Today's students are really lawless!" he muttered silently as he walked.

He is 56 years old this year, and he has been a people's teacher for 30 years, and how many students he has trained, it is never an exaggeration to say that the world is full of peach and plums, but after teaching all his life, he found that he could not understand these children more and more.

Wu Sheng remembered that when he was a student, he saluted when he saw the teacher from afar, and the teacher was another father, wise, strict, and kind, and he was the most respectable person in the world.

It's like today, but if you make a little mistake, you have to bear the crit of that Yang Zhen's heart, don't you know the truth that no one is perfect? Isn't the teacher a person?

The more Wu Sheng thought about it, the more resentful he became, so indignant that even the steps he stepped out were so heavy that they seemed to have a grudge against a stone.

There was a faint laughter like a silver bell in front, and Wu Sheng suddenly stopped.

He was a little strange: the direction of the voice was the construction site of the swimming pool, which was donated to the school by the parents of student Zhang Jiahao, but it is still under construction, so it stands to reason that there should be no one?

Wu Sheng thought about it and decided to go over and take a look.

He clamped his briefcase through the bushes and followed the source of the sound, and soon he realized that he had made a mistake, the sound was not from the construction site of the new swimming pool, but from the old swimming pool, which was very close to each other, and the distance on the boulevard was so far that it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Wu Sheng looked in the direction of the old swimming pool, the blue water surface was lined with a faintly visible beautiful curve, echoing the laughter of the girls, Wu Sheng could hear that it was the girls of the swimming club engaged in club activities.

Wu Sheng felt that there was a fire in his heart, and the heat was unbearable, so he silently put down his briefcase and dived down.

Swimming pools are generally not built very high, and the old swimming pool attached to Shingu University is not scientifically designed, and its changing rooms are facing the trees next to it, but the height of the trees is not noticed.

Wu Sheng touched the women's locker room, the air window above his head revealed a soft light, he looked at his watch, the current time is 9:00, and the girls' dormitory area will close in half an hour, and if they can't return on time, they will have to sleep on the streets, so these girls' training will not be delayed for longer.

He looked around and walked to a nearby banyan tree, which had a branch on it, from which he could see through the air window to get an unobstructed view of the scene in the dressing room, and the thick trunk provided strong cover to ensure that he was not detected, which was definitely the best place to peep.

What is the non-existence of guilt, as an educator, I have dedicated my life to the education of the motherland, compared to such a great effort, shouldn't I ask for such a small reward?

Wu Sheng didn't hesitate much, hugged the trunk of the tree and climbed up.

This is one of his few hobbies, and of course he has never told anyone about it, especially when he feels resentful, and those youthful and beautiful bodies can bring peace to his heart.

Wu Sheng can't remember the first time he has done such a thing, he can be said to be very proficient, and his judgment is also very accurate, here he just squatted on the branch, the door of the dressing room over there was pushed open, and the girls walked in laughing and laughing.

Wu Sheng stared intently at the body that appeared and disappeared in the swimsuit, the Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were red, and a black desire spread from his lower abdomen to his whole body. Wu Sheng gradually entered a certain realm of forgetting things and self, and his world gradually only remained of the spring-like curves in the locker room......

But at this moment, someone behind him suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

This is in the tree, how can there be anyone?

Wu Sheng turned his head with a brush, and his pupils dilated instantly.