After Hao Ying's daughter-in-law Chen Ling re-examined the teacher's exam, she came to the new school Daliuzhuang to finish teaching at the elementary school.

At the plenary meeting, the Vice-Chancellor announced various teaching arrangements. She teaches 4th grade math and science. The name of science is frighteningly big, but it's actually a sub-subject.

The teachers who teach the 4th grade are hiding from the 4th grade (1) class because Zhao Wen is in this class.

Teacher Wu, who teaches Year 4, received a call from Zhao Wen's parents: "Can you let Zhao Wen go to your class?

Teacher Wu was sitting and jumped up all of a sudden: "Don't talk about it! Your child is the reincarnation of Nezha, the reincarnation of Nezha who has had 99.9 percent of his brain removed, no matter how high-quality a teacher is, a teacher with superb quality like you, he doesn't dare to teach him!"

Hanging up the phone, Mr. Wu's chest was still rising and falling for a long time.

Mr. Wu's husband sells coal. When contacting to buy coal, Zhao Wen's parents asked for Mr. Wu's phone number.

The teachers in the 4th grade class are all vying for class 2. Although there are four generalissimos in class 2 - in the town's unified examination, the two first-to-two second-to-bottom in the third grade are in this class, but it is also a hundred times better than teaching Zhao Wen.

"Good boy, listen to me......" Teacher Chen Ling began to lecture.

The students did not listen to the lecture or look at the teacher, but snickered and looked at the ground.

On the ground, Zhao Wen had already climbed from the last table to the podium, under the lectern on the podium, in the teacher's blind spot.

"Good boy, listen to me......" Teacher Chen Ling was talking again.

A harlequin enters the city and races over three doctors. A harlequin enters the classroom, and the teacher doesn't know what to say.

Chen Ling felt that the students' eyes were tied to a rope, and the other end of the rope gathered together, as if they were being held by a hand.

What kind of habit is this, how do the students in this school listen to lectures like this? Am I too beautiful, they are shy? Shy people will secretly look at the other party who makes him shy from time to time, why doesn't anyone look at me? And those who snicker, do they laugh at me for giving lectures like an apprentice? When I was in that school in another county, my sixth-grade classmates were all obsessed with my lectures and complimented on my lessons!

She thought about it and took a few steps.

Sure enough, there was a problem there! She found Zhao Wen under the lectern.

Chen Ling stopped classes and put order in order.

She grabbed Zhao Wen's arm and pulled him back to his seat.

Zhao Wen was at the last table, which was sent by the head teacher. The head teacher knew that Zhao Wen had been scoring 0 points in grades 1 to 3 and had no intention of improving.

"Good boy, listen to me......" Chen Ling began to lecture again.

Click, click, click. There was a noise at the end of the classroom.

Chen Ling stopped lecturing and went over to observe. Zhao Wen was hitting the door with an iron dustpan, as if he didn't think there was a hole in the door, so he couldn't go out to play at will.

Chen Ling snatched the iron dustpan and took it to the podium.

"Good boy, listen to me......" Chen Ling began to lecture again.

Click, click. There was a loud bang again in the back of the classroom.

Zhao Wen took off his shoes and practiced shooting grasshoppers and catching crickets.

Chen Ling stopped lecturing. She went over and snatched the shoes from Zhao Wen's hands and took them to the podium.

"Good boy, listen to me......" Chen Ling was finally able to give a lecture seriously.

"Teacher—" someone whispered. Chen Ling looked for it and found that it was the squad leader calling, and put her elbow on the table and raised her hand.

"Is there something wrong?" Chen Ling asked the squad leader.

The squad leader stood up and reported: "Teacher, Zhao Wen climbed out of the classroom." ”

"Huh?"

Chen Ling was afraid that the principal would see it, saying that she had poor class discipline. I'm afraid that Zhao Wen won't be able to hear a word, so he will continue to score 0 points. I am afraid that Zhao Wen will run out of school and go to the river to catch fish and drown. She hurried out.

Look in the corridor, there is no one. Ran down the stairs to the first floor, and saw that the hallway was still empty. Looking south from the south gate, there are no children in the courtyard. Looking north from the north gate, there were no students in the courtyard.

I went in to inspect a few idle classrooms to be demolished in the north, and then looked at the canopies of various tung trees, but there was no one.

Went to the women's restroom. I had to go to the men's restroom again.

"Zhao Wen, what are you doing?" Chen Ling asked Zhao Wen, who was practicing jumping over the pit.

Zhao Wen didn't answer, didn't look up, and continued to jump.

"You kid, what can you learn if you don't listen to class? How can you improve? You score 0 points in the test every year, and you can't even write your own name when you grow up!"

Chen Ling hurriedly went over and grabbed Zhao Wen's arm, and dragged Zhao Wen out of the toilet like a sheep herder dragging his own sheep out of someone else's crop field.

Zhao Wen couldn't drag the teacher anymore, so he fought back. He threw himself on the teacher's ass and grabbed a piece of meat without mouthing.

Chen Ling couldn't bear the pain anymore, and tried hard to pull Zhao Wen away. As a result, the fingernails scratched Zhao Wen's forehead, and blood was cut.

Chen Ling was frightened, and quickly took out the toilet paper and wiped it again.

The bleeding finally stopped, but the paper did not dare to tear it off.

At around 11 o'clock, Zhao Wen's grandfather Zhao Buyi came to the small gate and sat on the long platform at the entrance of the taekwondo gym waiting to pick up his grandson from school.

Students lined up to come out. Zhao Wen ran over to find his grandfather.

"Xiaowen, did a teacher beat you today?" his grandfather usually asked as soon as they met.

Today, without waiting for grandpa to ask, Zhao Wen reported: "Grandpa, the teacher beat me!"

Zhao Bu saw the blood stains on his grandson's forehead and a bit of toilet paper on the lid.

"Who is the teacher who beat you?" Zhao asked with dignity and dignity.

"That's just the time to come, the math teacher!"

Zhao didn't have enough to call his son immediately. Zhao Bu's grandson drove the car and pulled Zhao Bu's son and quickly arrived.

The troops, who combined the old, middle-aged and young troops, marched into the school courtyard. They all took off one of their shoes, half-clutched and half-carried, just like they had done when they came to school twice.

"Who is Zhao Wen's math teacher?" asked the servants, shouting in line.

"I am!" Chen Ling hurriedly ran over.

I'm a teacher, and I'm really not a shoemaker, so don't all carry a shoe! If I know how to mend shoes, I won't take the teacher test over and over again. Although I can be a writer, I have only won awards in the city, and my level is still written at the provincial level, and I still need to experience life - even if I take the initiative to experience life, don't deliberately over-hone me like this, okay?

No sooner had she come within range of the shoe bullet than one shoe was lifted.

The shoe immediately fell to the ground.

She didn't stop walking. Soon, a sole rose diagonally.

But it rises and falls to the ground right away

The flies sent by Hao Ying to pick up the hostess were working silently.

The flies were biting, opening the hands of Zhao Buyi and his son's two shoes into a five-strand fork.

Zhao Bu's grandson also fell to the ground before he could lift the shoes in his hand.

The guys, armed with stinky shoes, screamed ugly and scratched the flies away with their left hands.

On the road from the school gate to the shadow wall, there were screams.

After the sick old man dragged Zhao Wen and ran into an old car and escaped, people all pointed or looked at Chen Ling to discuss:

"She must be a demon fairy, right? I saw her stomp her foot, and Zhao's shoes fell to the ground. ”

"Well, it's definitely magical. I saw her hand shake, and the shoes that Zhao Bu's grandson was carrying in his hand also fell to the ground!"