Leaving the teaching office, the class bell rang just in time. When Dinger arrived in the classroom, the sound of the chatter suddenly dropped a few decibels.

Many people have their eyes on him, including Zhuo Lili, the big beauties in the class. As if trying to read even the slightest hint from his face, to everyone's disappointment, Dinger's expression was calm and calm, as if nothing happened.

Dinger had already guessed that everyone must have been talking about what happened at the door of a class just now, and it might be nothing for him to make such a thing happen to others, but it was a rare thing to see in a hundred years to himself, no wonder his classmates looked at him with strange eyes.

Due to his grades and height, Dinger sat in the last row, directly across most of the classroom, and sat down without a single leaf.

The tablemate's name is Han Ming, and he is a tall sports student. Fang sat down, and Han Ming immediately leaned over and stretched out a thumbs-up. "Lao Ding, you are so awesome, even Cheng Weimin of our team dares to fan, and my brother admires the five-body throw. …… But be careful, none of them are good at stubble,...... Hey, it's a pity that my brother's strength is not good, or I can help you. ”

In Han Ming's mind, the same table was still the cowardly boy before, and in his heart, he had already sentenced this thin table mate to death, and felt that this kid would definitely be repaired by Ye Xiangru and his gang to become inhuman, and he felt pitiful enough to think about it.

Dinger grinned, and he could hear that most of what Han Ming said was sincere, and he was really worried about himself. In my memory, my table mate is from the surrounding town, high school has been boarding school, high school has been divided into classes twice in the past two years, and I am in the same class as myself, and the relationship is very good.

"Dahan, thank you, Ang, if you have that heart, you can do it. …… Hello, I'm fine! Dinger patted Han Ming's shoulder in turn as a sign of comfort.

Han Ming was stunned on the spot when Dinger slapped him so lightly. What are you doing in the summer? How can it be like a different person, the whole old and dignified look, if it weren't for the fact that the appearance hasn't changed, I almost don't know each other.

The bell rang for the second time in class, and Zhang Lan, the head teacher dressed as a light lady, walked into the classroom with a stack of papers in her hands. As an English teacher in Class 11, Zhang Lan has been the homeroom teacher of Class 11 since her second year of high school. She graduated from Guangbei Normal University, with an orthodox background, and the teaching quality is okay.

“…… Be quiet! Zhang Lan's voice was shrill but full of vitality. She handed the roll to the squad leader Shi Feng and ordered it to be passed on. "These papers are for everyone to revisit the content of the previous semester."

She saw Dinger and Xu Yanxi in the teaching office just now, so she inevitably glanced at the back row a few more times when she spoke. She doesn't hate Dinger at the end of the crane all the year round, because although this student usually has poor grades, he is better at keeping his duty and never doing anything too out of line, and in her eyes, it is enough for a poor student to do this.

Usually Zhang Lan is very easy to talk, but this time the mood is a little irritable, maybe because of a quarrel with her, or maybe it is the days of the month, and even some of the speech processes for the start of school have been saved today.

"Let's put aside what we're doing for a while, and today we're going to review the content of last semester." Zhang Lan clapped his hands and said loudly.

On the podium, Zhang Lan instilled knowledge points according to the handouts step by step, and she was not particularly concerned about the effect. What she cares about is when she can squeeze Ailang's main palace down, and the dull days of teaching are just to pass the time of boredom.

Dinger, who was in the seat, picked up the English paper, glanced at it and tossed it aside, then opened the math textbook and began to parse the formulas that hurt the eggs.

He buried his head in hard work, and Zhang Lan's voice on the podium automatically chose to block the channel, for a person who used to see mathematics and had a big headache, high school math formulas are a bit bitter and hateful, and there was a review during that time in the hospital, but the foundation is too poor, and it is really a little difficult to pick things up again.

Who the hell said that being born again means having a golden finger and an almighty? Stand up, Lao Tzu promises not to kill him! Dinger complained indignantly. Spit and complain, in the face of the mountain of mathematics, you still have to take it step by step, the foundation is very important, and you can't be sloppy. So this guy is going to take the lead in breaking the iron wall of mathematics with all his time. The effect is quite significant, after the summer adaptation, whenever I see mathematics, I can already indulge in the sea of mathematical problems.

And Han Ming, who was at the same table, was a little puzzled, he usually watched Dragon Ball in class or turned over the ancient × of the thin character of the confused boy, how did he become so diligent after not seeing him in the summer? Lo and behold, the esoteric mathematical formulas have been solved. But no matter how diligent you are, you can't dissect math in front of the homeroom teacher in English class!

Han Ming is a sports student, five big and three thick, there are not so many twists and turns, when he saw the head teacher on the podium coming over, he immediately touched Dinger with his elbow, but the thing was not conscious at all, and he was still soaring in the ocean of mathematics.

Zhang Lan, the head teacher, was twisting and swaying to the last row of the classroom in his high heels, while Dinger was analyzing a sine theorem formula.

Zhang Lan spit out one or two English sentences from time to time, and when he walked not far behind Dinger, he was slightly surprised when he saw what Dinger was drawing with a dragon and snake.

Furious! At this moment, only this word can express the true portrayal of Zhang Lan's angry heart.

"Snap", slammed the English handout in his hand on Dinger's desk, and yelled in front of the whole class, regardless of his ladylike image: "What are you doing?" Who do you think you are? Actually solving math formulas in my class. She pointed to the blackboard, "Go, make the questions on the blackboard, if you can't do it, I'll make you look good." ”

Zhang Lan's anger suddenly made the whole class dare not speak, and they don't know why this teacher, who usually looks very gentle, is so angry today, isn't it just watching other subjects in class! What's the big deal? Then I also felt that Dinger deserved it, so he didn't die, and he touched the head teacher's mold in the first class on the first day of school.

Dinger glanced at the English handout on the table, and under the surprised eyes of the class, he slowly stood up and walked slowly towards the podium.

Dinger didn't turn his head to look at the class behind him, and if he did, he would find that the faces of the class were filled with countless wonderful expressions, indifference, excitement, anticipation, sympathy, smiles, and so on.

Zhang Lan was at the end of the classroom, looking at Dinger's back with a dark face and a frown. I felt that I had gone too far just now, and how could the above question be solved by this poor student hovering in the bottom few places, but the wood was already in the boat, so I could only go with it.

However, while she was still reflecting on herself, the next scene was something she didn't expect. Faced with a few complicated and difficult questions on the blackboard, Dinger did not dare to admit that his English level was, but he was sure to take it down. He did not hesitate, and the chalk in his hand seemed to have spirituality, beating happily on the blackboard.

The white powder was lightly sprinkled, as if a halo was shining on Dinger under the reflection of the morning light. The key vocabulary and sentence structure are presented on the blackboard at once, the process of solving is not complicated, and there is no excessive cumbersomeness, the flying English style and the straight back complement each other, and the blackboard is already another different landscape in less than a minute.

When Zhang Lan saw the answer, she was shocked as much as a nuclear bomb, she knew the usual grades of this student, but at this moment, she was able to answer them all, and it was still 100% correct.

After Dinger finished writing the last question, he turned around in a chic manner, and just wanted to walk back to his seat, when the head teacher Zhang Lan laughed softly, and it was the kind that didn't smile: "...... Good, good. Dinger, since you are so good, how about reciting one more article? ”

All the students were stunned, Dinger had answered very beautifully just now, and now, it was obvious that the question would be difficult in the real sense.

Dinger was also stunned for a moment when he heard the head teacher say this. Then he raised his head slightly and said loudly: "Teacher Zhang, I don't know what article to ask students to recite?" Say it, students, give it a try! ”

Why don't you try it? Zhang Lan smiled, her eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and her red lips opened slightly: "Recite Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" in your Chinese class." "I pursed my lips a little, and I didn't forget to add." Remember to recite it in English! ”

Zhang Lan smiled brightly, but in her heart it was a different scene, boy, look at you in front of the old lady, and you are a little tender.

On the podium, Dinger, who had always been quiet and calm, recalled "The Old Man and the Sea" that he had read only a few days ago, and after about 20 seconds of silence, he began to recite in an unusually steady voice: "The, Old, Man, and, the, Sea......"

Shocked, shocked, the eyes of the whole class widened, and no one would believe the scene in front of them.

Or for Zhang Lan, who graduated from the normal school, it is not too difficult to memorize an article in English, but if it is placed on a high school student, a poor student who is still at the end of the crane with perennial grades, it cannot be described as surprise.

At this moment, Zhang Lan's whole body trembled wantonly for no reason, and her heart was wanton, as if an aircraft carrier was rushing quickly, shattering her previous cognition.

Dinger also sighed slightly, since his rebirth, he has experienced contempt, ridicule, contempt, ridicule, etc., whether it is Wan Dongcheng, Zhang Lan or Ye Xiangru, and even Xu Yanxi, who is his childhood sweetheart, Dinger can look at these indifferently.

This sigh is for that fucking life. Yes, he thinks that life is a joke, and when he wants to live an ordinary life, he has repeatedly stood on the cusp of the storm, and the world may really make people. But no matter what the difficulties are, they will no longer be able to stump themselves who have been reborn.