Wang Hongmei is five years older than Lin Xiaoman, and she has been in school for about five or six years, so she is in the advanced class. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She is pregnant with a child, and she is a little cowardly, she doesn't know how to get close to others, Lin Xiaoman thinks about it, anyway, she signed up for class just to hide people's eyes, and Xu Weiguo suspected her of literacy in the first block. Second, relax Wu Yue's vigilance, she is full of animal traps in front of and behind her house, day and night frightened, although she is mentally suppressed, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not die, so she will not change her life if she stays in the art troupe, she can't catch the handle no matter how clean her ass is before, and she has to fuck her!

The only difficulty was with her stepfather, like a murder suspect, and the police knew that he could not convict a single child if he could not find evidence. Wu Yue must be stimulated to make her think that she can take advantage of the opportunity to turn over and fight, so that she will show her feet.

As soon as Lin Xiaoman thought of this, he simply gave Wang Hongmei as an accompaniment. Going to and from school with her, taking care of her on the way until she gave birth.

Less than two years after the resumption of the college entrance examination, there were many workers, peasants, and soldiers in full-time regular schools, and even more in night schools, with more than a dozen students in their twenties, most of them in their thirties and forties, and two uncles with gray hair.

The most lively place at night is the various night schools.

The thirst and expectation for knowledge, which had been suppressed for more than ten years, found a window of catharsis in night school.

At this time, almost all the night schools were academic education and training, and all kinds of college diplomas were obtained through night school training, and the most common name was "night school".

And the night school students who performed well in the night school later served as the backbone of many units.

So knowledge can indeed change fate.

As they passed through the elementary class, they heard the new young male teacher pointing to the two neatly working workers under the blackboard and teaching the students below them to read them.

His voice is pure and nice.

"Workers, the working class is powerful, the consciousness of the working class is high, the revolution is the most thorough, and the unity and consolidation are good. ”

Lin Xiaoman involuntarily stopped and glanced inside.

The male teacher was dressed in a white-washed suit, with a pair of black wide-rimmed glasses on his serious rectangular face, and two small eyes shining behind the lenses.

Lin Xiaoman shook his head and pointed to the senior class, "I'm sorry to disturb your class, we are students in the advanced class, passing by here, I heard the teacher's voice was very good, so I took a curious look." ”

The teacher closed the door again and didn't pay attention to Lin Xiaoman.

The teacher of the advanced class was a woman in her fifties who did not smile, her hair was neatly combed, there was no trace of messy hair, she had a book under her arm, her mouth pursed, she walked into the classroom with her head held high, took out chalk and wrote on the blackboard.

I am your teacher Meng Wen, I am not allowed to be late and leave early in class, and I must be named before each class, if you are late and leave early and miss class twice, you will not be used to attend my class in the future. ”

Yan Shi is a high apprentice, Meng Wen is also quite well-known in the night school, she has been teaching classes for several years, and the students who came out of her class have indeed gone to many units, and they are quite good.

After coming and going, her reputation spread, and everyone was proud of her class.

Meng Wenren is very serious, and his requirements for students are also very high, he speaks directly, when the fire is big, no matter which one you are, he will directly reprimand you, and the reprimand will make you unable to get off the stage, and finally ask you if you are convinced?

In just one class, her prestige was established, and there were originally a few young post-nators who were still giggling when they were born, but after taking a class, they immediately became a stuffy gourd with a zipper on their mouths.

After Meng Wen finished the class, it was the turn of the math class, and the one who taught math was actually the male teacher who taught the elementary class just now, who was young, and seemed to be kinder than Meng Wen.

At the end of class, the male teacher suddenly asked everyone to stand up, left their seats, pointed to Lin Xiaoman and Wang Hongmei and said, "You two, check the books on each desk, I found that some students were not very serious in class just now, as if they were making small moves."

Now, let's show them up! See what is more important and urgent to discuss than studying?"

All the small notes were searched and piled up on the teacher's podium.

The teacher picked up the slips of paper and read them one by one.

"The lesbian in front of her has a face as big as a basin. ”

"The butt is also as round as a basket. ”

"Next time, bring a pair of scissors and cut off that long black hair. ”

"I'll give you a riddle to guess, what is it that doesn't dry out on a sunny day, and it doesn't get wet when it rains?"

"You look to the left and see what's on the gay man's face. ”

"Pockmarks, it's pockmarks. ”

"The lesbian on the right just farted with the smell of green onions. ”

"In our class, none of the lesbians are so aggressive, and we can't find a suitable person to talk to. ”

"The two with short hair and small faces are okay, and they smell fragrant and smell good. ”

"What's the smell, feminine? We're going to change seats in the next class... I'm going to smell it too. ”

After the teacher read all the small notes, the big-faced lesbians, the pock-faced boys, the long-haired eldest sister, and the female classmate who farted were all angry and green-faced.

Wang Hongmei lowered her head and shrunk her head, like a quail.

Lin Xiaoman stood up, and after circling around these juniors, he wrote a few lines on the paper and asked the teacher to read it.

"Onion head, torch face, thunder mouth, crooked melon face, born face to the ground. ”

At the end of the reading, the teacher couldn't help but laugh, and with this smile, the oversized black-rimmed glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose, revealing a face as warm as jade.

After hearing Lin Xiaoman's description, those young students were also angry and black, staring at Lin Xiaoman, like five fire-breathing dinosaurs.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and when you make fun of others, you don't think about how others feel, so why should I save your face?

If you don't want to learn, don't delay everyone. You want to smell us, don't you? I'll let you smell enough!"

Lin Xiaoman sat down, took off his shoes, took off his stinky socks, and shook them.

"Do you want to smell it?

Several young juniors immediately covered their noses and turned their faces.

Everyone knows that Lin Xiaoman is a thorn.

Those people who were teased felt that Lin Xiaoman was angry for them, so they got to know each other again.

Among these people, all of them are old employees of the garment factory, Lin Xiaoman squeezed his eyes at Wang Hongmei, it really didn't take any effort.

You don't have to take the initiative to talk to you, now the network is closed.

After a ten-minute break between classes, everyone got to know each other, exchanged names, and the next class began.

is still a male teacher named Luo Rongguang.

Lin Xiaoman listened carefully and found that this teacher's skills were very solid, and he could teach almost all subjects.

Later, after listening to other people's chatter, I learned that he was a top student who was admitted to Peking University.

Others say it's bragging.

The top students of Peking University are all high-level talents who want to enter important positions in government agencies, so why would they come so far away to teach night schools?

Lin Xiaoman's tanning sample has been sent to Ning Mo, Ning Mo said that she would make 300 copies first, she tossed for a long time to get it out, fortunately, the process is simple, and practice makes perfect later.

After I was free, I went to night school to find Wu Yue's death hole, but I couldn't find it, so let Xu Weiguo shoot her and crash her.