Zhang Xueru, who has never been wronged in class since she was a child, has empathized with the pain of the scumbag for the first time, and only feels that this class is actually less than 20 minutes like a year, and she has no motivation to listen to it at all.

Song Jiaqian on the podium still has a lot of stupid words, while emphasizing that the next course schedule is very tight, within four semesters, they have to learn two sets of English textbooks with a total of twelve volumes, time is not with me, time is not waiting, but at the same time, while chattering all kinds of gossip, with the students in the class to spit bitterness about how she came to teach in a foreign Chinese junior high school how she couldn't help herself, if it were not for Jiang Shengshan's begging, from school to home, she would definitely not come over to be a junior high school teacher. You must know that her graduate students, who are now the worst, are also working in a municipal agency in Dongou City, and they have just joined the work, and they are graded as deputy chief clerks. I talked about it for a long time, and it was almost at the end of class that I began to teach the reading and writing of the 26 English letters.

Although Zhang Xueru doesn't like Song Jiaqian, she still has to listen to the class.

She took out the scratch paper and seriously copied the things on the blackboard, reading while copying, taking notes while reading, and after reading it again, she basically memorized everything. As Song Jiaqian said, this thing is not difficult at all, after all, if Chinese pinyin is also considered basic - then her foundation can be described as quite solid.

Zhang Xueru looked down at the letters on the scratch paper, confirmed that there was nothing that she couldn't remember, and said that this lesson was barely a little rewarding, but before she could regain a little good mood, a voice full of superiority sounded in her ears.

"Your habit is very bad, you must not be able to learn English well by copying!"

Zhang Xueru raised her head and found that Song Jiaqian stepped off the podium at some point and actually stood beside her.

Seeing Song Jiaqian's contemptuous expression of contempt for the illiterate, Zhang Xueru suddenly felt that the blood all over her body was pouring up on her head, from her neck to the root of her ears, her face turned red instantly.

Why did I learn English by copying?

Is it also wrong to write down a subject that you have not been exposed to at all to help you memorize?

Zhang Xueru looked at Song Jiaqian with shame and anger, obviously full of grievances and unwillingness, but she didn't know how to say it.

Song Jiaqian didn't take Zhang Xueru as a person at all, and after pouring cold water, she turned around and walked back to the podium.

At this time, the bell rang after class, Song Jiaqian patted the chalk ash on her hand, and casually assigned her homework: "You go back today, review the letters on the blackboard, and I will come over tomorrow morning to dictate." Class. After saying that, he walked away.

Song Jiaqian went out, and after a while of silence in the classroom, Zhang Xueru suddenly scolded: "Sick!"

Then the spark ignited in an instant.

"That's right! This teacher can't give a lecture! It's nonsense for half of the class!"

"That's right, what's the spirit, my brother is not as good as her when he studies at Jinghua University!"

"Damn! Your brother Jinghua University is awesome!"

Lin Miao listened to the noisy voice in the class, took the pen and turned silently, feeling quite strange in his heart, how could a foreign Chinese junior high school recruit such a strange person to teach. It stands to reason that a school of the nature of a private enterprise like a junior Chinese high school with a performance as its ultimate goal should not find some veterans with rich teaching experience, right? Or is it reasonable to find such a stunned young man as Song Jiaqian? Or is it only Song Jiaqian's probationary period? But how can a teacher on probation be a class teacher? What kind of situation is this? Forget it, it's a matter of missing people. Why don't you call Lao Lin tonight, ask Lao Lin to talk to Wu Ningxiang, and quickly arrange this unappetizing pen. It's disgusting to be left in the classroom like this, which really affects the mood of brushing questions......

The more Lin Miao thought about it, the more feasible he felt, and the black pen in his hand also unconsciously turned more and more flying.

It is said that since he was reborn, he seems to have suddenly unlocked the gene of "ingenuity". In my memory, I was quite handicapped, but I suddenly became like flying fingers, and I don't know if it was a by-product of learning piano......

"Wow, are you still in the mood to play? You see she is crying......" The lesbian table next to Lin Miao whispered to Lin Miao.

When Lin Miao heard this, he turned his head to take a look, and the movements at hand immediately stopped, and the pen was firmly grasped in his hand. I saw Zhang Xueru, who was sitting on the side of the back aisle, lying on the table and whimpering, and Zhu Peici stood aside, comforting gently.

"Oops. Lin Miao was a little surprised that Zhang Xueru, a heartless girl like Zhang Xueru, actually had a day when she was scolded and cried, she stood up without saying a word, walked up to Zhang Xueru, reached out and touched her head, "Poor baby, there is always a first time in life, and you will be frustrated a lot in the future, and you will slowly get used to ......it."

"Wow!" Lin Miao didn't say that it was okay, just like that, Zhang Xueru immediately collapsed completely, crying and hugging Lin Miao, her face full of snot and tears all rubbed on Lin Miao's body.

Xu Fengfan walked to Lin Miao's side idly, patted Lin Miao's shoulder and said, "Brother Miao, this is not your style, have you forgotten what you did in Bailifang Primary School?"

Lin Miao sighed: "Alas, the world has changed, and I am not the same person I was yesterday today." I am also the son of a man with a head and a face, and when I encounter something unhappy, how can I be embarrassed to do it myself? As the saying goes, the pen has its own harvest. I'm not going to waste my precious energy and fight it head-on. Even if I win, it's just that I'm a step higher than the pen, the input and output are too disproportionate, and I don't have the desire......"

Xu Fengfan nodded frequently when he heard this, and praised Lin Miao's brilliant brushstroke.

"I'm going to go to the principal to complain. Liu Shaofeng walked over with a frown, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

Without waiting for Lin Miao to answer, the class bell rang first.

As the bell rang, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in outside the classroom, dressed in a suit pants and a white shirt, but wearing a pair of plastic sandals on his feet. He has a thin body, deep sunken cheeks, and a pair of gold-wire glasses, and his temperament is both obscene and capable.

"It's class. The old man glanced at Lin Miao's handful of students, walked to the back of the podium, and put down the stack of papers he was holding.

Zhang Xueru reluctantly let go of Lin Miao and wiped her tears.

"Little sister, hold steady, we can win!" Lin Miao said to Zhang Xueru with a smile, and walked back to her place and sat down.

The middle-aged man picked up the eraser and erased the content of the previous lesson, including Song Jiaqian's name.

Picking up the chalk, he wrote his surname on the blackboard, which was a Di character.

"My surname is Di, and I will teach you three courses in the future. History, society, and ideological character. He looked at Zhang Xueru, whose eyes were red, smiled at her very gently, and then immediately faced the class, and said, "Before we learn a course, we must first know the ultimate purpose of learning it." Dongou City's high school entrance examination subjects have been arranged like this in recent years......"

Lezodi picked up the chalk again, turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "Chinese and mathematics, 150 points each, 120 points for English, 200 points for natural science, and the last subject, history and social reflections, a total of 100 points, are open-book exams." The meaning of the open-book exam is that when you take the exam, you can bring books in, and the answers can be copied. ”

As he spoke, he turned back to face the students and smiled: "I believe that with the ability of all the students, when the time comes for the high school entrance examination, each of you will be able to get a full score in this course." ”

The children in the classroom who had just been tortured by Song Jiaqian couldn't help but feel warm when they looked at the smiling face of Zuodi.

There is no superiority or not, and it is not all a foil for peers.