In fact, Tingqi misunderstood his father.

The reason why Longjin made a long story short was to save time and let this exchange visit end as soon as possible, and the longer it dragged on, the greater the risk that needs to be taken.

After Long Jin's brief speech, someone moved the tables and chairs to the stage, and the first (1) class of high school was ready backstage, and someone whispered: "Why does this open class look like a sitcom?"

Indeed, after returning to his seat, Guo Longjin also frowned, feeling that the principal of Haitang High School was making a bit of a fuss, according to his idea, just go directly to the class as usual, and there was no need to pay so much attention to formalism. The auditorium is relatively closed, and it will be difficult to evacuate if there is an emergency.

With the symbolic bell ringing, thirty-six students took the stage one by one, seated in their usual seats, facing the crowd, and the magnesium lamp shining on the side of their faces, burning their cheeks, and some of them began to itch their backs, which was caused by excessive tension.

After waiting for about five seconds, Han Cong took the stage, he wore a black suit today, a height of 1.9 meters, and a strong physique trained by sports all year round, making him like a natural hanger.

He also put on makeup on his face, and it can be seen that it was forced by those female teachers in the background, and his expression was as impersonal as ever.

"Wow!!"

In the classroom of the first year of high school, many girls held their chins and exclaimed, they couldn't imagine that Teacher Han Cong, who usually never took care of herself, was so handsome when she dressed up, with that straight body, that cold face, and firm eyes revealing the charm of a brain man.

Da

He walked straight to the back of the podium and nodded to the side of the stage, where a staff member sat in front of the computer, and the staff understood, and the next moment, the courseware prepared by Han Cong immediately jumped out of the curtain.

On the curtain, there is a line of simple words, without any artistic fonts, just like Han Cong's character, who hates all fancy things.

"Monotonicity of Functions".

At the same time as seeing this line of words, many people in the first (1) class of high school jumped in their hearts.

At the same time, the entire first year of high school was in an uproar.

"Is Class 1 already up here? They're progressing too fast, aren't they?"

"No, I know a group of people, and I heard her say that they are on the same pace as us. ”

"That means a new class in an open class?"

In the office of the first-year teaching team, many teachers were also observing this open class remotely, and when they saw this line, the first-year mathematics teachers invariably glanced at each other with surprised expressions in their eyes.

A male teacher sighed: "He is taking a risk, teaching new classes in open classes, even if he is an old teacher for more than ten years, it is easy to fall into the cold." ”

Another female teacher added with a bitter face: "And it's also the monotonicity of functions, which is one of the difficulties in the first stage of high school, and just the introduction is a problem, which is simply nonsense." ”

In the auditorium, Guo Longjin heard the whispers of the teachers who came to observe behind him, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, what happened?

Just then, the interpreter trotted over to him, bent over to his ear, lips pursed.

Hearing this, Long Jin was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at the middle row, and Jalali smiled at him.

"Yes, but it's not okay for me to agree, you go and ask that Teacher Han Cong. Guo Longjin said.

So, the translator trotted onto the stage again, and Han Cong turned his back to everyone and was quickly writing on a small whiteboard the problems assigned before today's class.

The interpreter walked up to him and whispered something. Han Cong stopped moving, nodded after a little thought, and continued to write.

After a while, he walked to the rostrum, took the microphone, and said, "Hello everyone, due to the strong request of Mr. Jalali and his students, they have elected a student representative of Ahura High School to participate in this open class, and everyone applauds. ”

In the sparse applause, a girl walked onto the stage, it was Alia. The staff hurriedly moved another set of tables and chairs.

There was a lot of talk in the first-year classroom.

"What's going on?"

"It means that this young lady is going to take class together?"

"Does she understand Chinese?"

"I don't know if I understand it, but this young lady is too beautiful!"

At the same time, in the office of the first-year teaching team, all the teachers sighed, in other words, they would never agree to insert someone in the middle, and they were foreigners.

But this Han Cong is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, does he think that his teaching level can take care of a foreign friend while taking a new class?

On the stage, the students of the first (1) class of high school all did not change their faces, but this was just a pretend, in fact, their hearts were already turned upside down, especially some boys, secretly praying for Alya to sit next to them.

There's always something to discuss in class, right?

Maybe they can take this opportunity to have a good relationship with this Persian lady, and even hug the beauty in one fell swoop!

I have to say, they think a little too much.

"Just sit down next to the situation. Han Cong stopped writing, turned around, and said to the staff.

Then, he walked up to Kuang Qiqi and patted Kuang Qiqi on the shoulder, and Kuang Qiqi nodded calmly.

In an instant, the hope in the hearts of those boys was shattered, and if it weren't for the real-time live broadcast, they would have thrown a murderous gaze at the situation.

"Thank you. Alya smiled sweetly at the staff who had set up the tables and chairs, and although her Chinese was not very standard, she could understand what she meant.

The staff was shocked when they heard this, and then looked up and saw the sweet smile, and couldn't help but feel a little fluttering, and even forgot how to get off the stage, and almost stepped on the air.

"Can you speak Chinese?" Not only the staff, but many people were shocked.

The wolf howled in the teaching building: "Mom, I'm in love." "Oh my God, the borders are no longer an obstacle between me and the goddess. "But if you have half a peanut, you won't get drunk like this, that's my wife, you're thinking about fart." "It's my wife! Didn't you hear that she learned Chinese for me!"

"You ...... Why don't you write a novel if you're so good at daydreaming?" a girl glanced at them, "Don't you see that it's Xueshen who is sitting next to her now?"

When she said this, it was like a sharp knife poking into their hearts.

Some boys were not convinced, and said stiffly: "We can't compare to Xueshen, but don't forget one thing, Xueshen doesn't like girls, we still have a chance!"

"Don't like girls?!" A boy who never spoke brightened his eyes, "Then I have a chance!?"

"Get out!"

In an instant, countless balls of paper and spit flew towards him.

In the auditorium, Arya sat down and waved to Nikal, who was cheering her on, ignoring Kaivan, who was also cheering for her.

This Kaiwan, she obviously said that there was no possibility between her and him, but she still stalked her, and when she met people, she said that she was his girlfriend, which was really annoying.

Lowering her hand, Arya turned sideways and held out her hand to the state as if she were her knight and she was a princess.

"Hello, my name is Arya, but I've given myself a name. Arya whispered, "You can call me Ai Qing." ”

Qi Qi ignored her, didn't squint, just said, "Listen to the class." ”

“…… All right. Arya withdrew her hand sloppily, realizing that her temporary tablemate was a little out of touch.

In the eighth class classroom, many people noticed the small movements between the two people, many boys secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and someone came to the side of Guo Tingqi and laughed: "Tingqi, your brother really likes men, right? ”

The corners of Guo Tingqi's mouth twitched slightly: "I also want to know how he did it, if he can take this girl down, I don't need to worry about him being lonely in the future." ”

"Don't!" someone quit, "everyone has a share in a good girl, and you can't let your brother take advantage of any good things." ”

Guo Tingqi squinted: "Even if there is no my brother, it will not be your turn, Xueheng, and me, which one is not better than you?"

Laugh.

"The old rules. In the auditorium, Han Cong pointed to the small whiteboard with a whip, "Whoever answers this question will be exempted from homework today." ”

After a pause, he added: "Situation, you still can't answer today, give others a chance." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone except for Qi Qi lamented in their hearts: Teacher, we don't want this opportunity, just let Xueshen answer, please, we want to do homework, super want!

Qi Qi nodded, ignoring the curious gaze of Arya next to him, this temporary tablemate of his own, seems to be a genius?

Arya felt that the question on the small whiteboard was like a book from heaven, and she couldn't do it anyway, and listening to the tall teacher's words, it seemed that her temporary tablemate would definitely be able to do it.

Has Huangming's mathematics education reached such a high level?

Off the stage, Jalari touched his beard and marveled. Sure enough, he came to Huangming this time to come to the right place, not only is there an unborn genius like the youngest gold medalist in the International Mathematical Olympiad, but even the mathematical attainments of ordinary students are much higher than the international average. If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and the great man of Russia is not wrong in what he said.

He turned his head and looked at his students.

With the exception of Mawson and a limited number of people, everyone else was dozing off with their heads bowed, without respect.

He couldn't help but get angry, patted Mawson, who was sitting behind him, and asked him to wake up the others, and asked Mawson to tell them that if they were so rude again, they would not come out next time and stay in school until they graduated.

At the same time, on the other side, Guo Longjin looked at a photo on the mobile phone screen, and his face fell into solemnity.

This photo was sent to him by his subordinates, and the background of the photo is the road at the entrance of Haitang High School, and the protagonist is a young man, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, with waist-length hair and fluttering clothes, a bit like the dress of the old feudal era.

"Why did he come here?!" muttered Kualin.

The big demon on Fengyao Mountain actually appeared here on this special day, is it a coincidence or intention?