face the music
Roshi walked over and tapped his fingers on the table, "I really don't understand, why do you sleep every time you go to class? ”
"Didn't you get your text message last night?" he dodged her question, clinging to it.
Luo Xi frowned slightly, "Lin Zheng, I'll warn you again." She accentuated her tone, word by word, "Don't-to-me-send-letter." ”
"For what, because you're my teacher?"
Luo Xi ignored him, picked up the book and walked out, he caught up with him relentlessly, following her footsteps, "Are you afraid of me?"
She sneered and whispered to the boy who suddenly stood in front of the door, "Get out of the way." ”
"No. ”
"Interesting?"
He didn't answer, and his determined eyes showed his stubborn attitude.
Roshi suddenly grabbed his wrist and pushed it back, almost opening a way out for himself in a flash of light.
Lin Zheng snorted bitterly, holding one arm and half-squatting on the ground, staring at the woman who had already walked away unwillingly, "Luo Xi, you are so rude, no wonder no one wants it." ”
"I heard that Lin Zheng is sleeping in your class again?" Back in the office, the colleague at the next table couldn't help but ask.
Roshi put down his textbook, "You're pretty quick to hear from you." ”
"That kid is proud of his family background, so he has no fear, don't worry too much, he is like this in other people's classes. ”
"I never cared. ”
"His brother is very rich, and he donated the new stadium of our school, and I also heard that ......"
Luo Xi interrupted her with a smile, "Teacher Liu, it's time for your class. ”
She has no interest in student gossip.
Luo Xi was bowing his head to write, and Minister Xue of the Propaganda Department suddenly walked in, and seemed relieved to see her, and immediately raised his voice again, "Teacher Luo, are you free?"
"There's no class in the afternoon, do you have something?"
"That's right. Minister Xue was a little embarrassed to speak, but still said it, "Our superiors attach great importance to our freshman military training, and we will come to accept the results as soon as the military training is over." Because this time it is a big shot, so the principal means, to decorate the auditorium of the sports field, we have two teachers on a business trip, and now there is a little lack of people, I thought, Mr. Luo is engaged in art, and his views on this aspect should be more unique, so I thought of asking you for help. ”
As an external teacher, Luo Xi is not included in the school's establishment, and is only responsible for classes two days a week, these tedious tasks are not her job after all, Minister Xue hurriedly added, "Of course, if Teacher Luo doesn't have time......
"It's okay, it's what I'm supposed to do. ”
The ceremony is tomorrow, so the preparations seem to be a bit rushed, and the teachers of the Propaganda Department have already added two consecutive days and nights of classes.
"Mr. Luo, what kind of flowers do you think should be placed here?"
"I think it's better not to have flowers. ”
After all, it is a military school, and the above is also here to accept the work, she actually does not advocate arranging this place so grandly, maybe it will backfire.
"But if you don't put flowers, won't it look spacey? ”
"Then put this on. Roshi picked up the school's calendar and put it on the table, "so that it doesn't look empty, and it can be read by others." ”
"Good idea, by the way, Mr. Luo, do you know that there will be a big man this time, I heard that it is at the level of a military commander. ”
Roshi was checking the principal's speech, and said without raising his head: "I don't know what to do. ”
She doesn't care who will come, what will come, and now she just does her job.
When the name table cards were placed the next day, Luo Xi stared at the sign in his hand, and her colleague Du Qianqian called her a few times, but she didn't respond, and she had to pat her later.
It's cold, with a shake of his hand, the name brand falls to the ground, black characters on a white background, and two eye-catching bold Song fonts, "Lu Sheng".