Early the next morning, Jiang Zihao was woken up by his mother Zhao Mei: "Haohao, get up, hurry up and finish breakfast and go to class." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Zihao opened his eyes and saw 6:50, smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "I haven't gotten up so early for a long time, and high school life is really not easy." ”

After breakfast, Jiang Zihao hurriedly said hello to his mother Zhao Mei, and rushed to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Entering the classroom, Jiang Zihao had just walked to his position last week and found that the things on it were no longer his own. Patting his head, he suddenly remembered that today was Monday, and he should have changed his seat according to the request, Jiang Zihao hurriedly walked towards his new seat, and this week he was sitting in the northernmost position by the window.

After a while, the little fat man Zhao Dahai also came, and after sitting down, Jiang Zihao saw him take out a bag of hot buns from his schoolbag, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Little fatty, yes, this hand of 'secretly crossing Chen Cang' is quite slippery." ”

"Mouse, you live close, don't talk cool here," Zhao Dahai took out a bun, stuffed it into his mouth, then handed the bag to Jiang Zihao, and asked vaguely, "Do you want one?" ”

"No, I came here when I was full," Jiang Zihao waved his hand.

After a while, after Zhao Dahai finished solving a bag of buns, He Ya also hurriedly ran in, and at this time, it was less than five minutes before the class time.

"Morning, He Ya," Jiang Zihao greeted He Ya skillfully.

"Huhu, morning, Jiang Zihao," He Ya was a little tired and panting, but she still replied when she heard the words.

"He Ya, why did you come so late," Zhao Dahai asked curiously, Jiang Zihao heard this, and also looked at He Ya curiously, he also wanted to know why He Ya came so late this time.

"I still don't know how recently, the bus is always jammed, how can it be like you, one rides and one walks, they are closer than me," He Ya heard this, and rolled her eyes fiercely at the two of them, with that cute little face, it was very interesting, and Jiang Zihao's heart moved: Why didn't you find out in your previous life, this table mate of mine is quite cute.

"Jingle bell," the class bell was remembered at the right time, and the three of them stopped chatting, and took out their textbooks to prepare for class.

This is an English class, the person who came is a young man in his early thirties, in a suit and leather shoes, his name is Zhao Ye, he is the English teacher of Jiang Zihao's class, it is said that he is a "returnee elite" who came back from the United Kingdom, as for why he came to teach in a high school, it is unknown.

I saw Zhao Ye speak fluent English and said, "Good morning, classmates." (For some reason, it is all replaced by Chinese here, and it will be the same in the future, so I will not explain more.) ）

"Hello Mr. Zhao."

"Okay, students, open the book and turn to the first one"

Jiang Zihao has always disliked English classes, and now that he has found that he has the ability to remember, he doesn't want to waste time in English classes. After thinking about it, his manuscript was still a little short of complete, so Jiang Zihao took out the manuscript and buried himself in writing.

"Jiang Zihao, what are you doing?"

Just after Jiang Zihao wrote for about twenty minutes, Zhao Ye, who was standing on the stage, suddenly stopped lecturing, and such a sentence came out towards Jiang Zihao's position, and the class suddenly fell silent, and they all turned their heads to look in Jiang Zihao's direction.

Jiang Zihao didn't realize it, but continued to write. He Ya next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and quietly poked him with her elbow, Jiang Zihao stopped his pen and raised his head to look at Zhao Ye, looking like he had just woken up from a dream.

Zhao Ye was angry when he saw Jiang Zihao's appearance, what he usually didn't like the most was a person like Jiang Zihao, who still made small moves in his class with bad grades, and immediately pointed at Jiang Zihao, then pointed to the door, and said angrily: "This classmate, you give me out." Zhao Ye was so angry that he didn't even want to mention Jiang Zihao's name, looking like he had seen something disgusting.

Jiang Zihao stood up with a wry smile, shrugged his shoulders, gave He Ya and the little fat man Zhao Dahai a reassuring look, and walked straight to the door. There is no way, this matter is Jiang Zihao's fault first, Rao is now a person with a psychological age close to thirty, and he has to pinch his nose to admit it.

Just as Jiang Zihao was passing by the podium, Zhao Ye said coldly, "Some people don't know how his parents raised him, not only wasting their own time, but also delaying other people's time, it's really a rat, and it's a bad pot of soup." ”

When Jiang Zihao heard this, he stopped, turned his head and stared at Zhao Ye deadly, as if he wanted to imprint him in his mind.

"Jiang Zihao, what are you still doing in a daze? Don't let me out yet! Zhao Ye was still a little flustered when Jiang Zihao looked at him like this, but he thought that he was a teacher, and said calmly.

"Teacher Zhao, didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders and don't talk about other people's parents casually," Jiang Zihao looked at Zhao Ye, showed a disdainful smile, and said slowly.

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Ye said inwardly.

"Apologize," Jiang Zihao said word by word.

The classmates in the class were also shocked by this scene, and they all looked at this qiē in amazement, not knowing what to say.

Being pointed at by this student to apologize to himself, and being stared at by so many students, Zhao Ye's face was a little unbearable, and he pointed at Jiang Zihao and said, "What, the teacher said that you can't do two sentences?" You don't pee to see, your English score, how much the average score in the class has been delayed, and you want me to apologize to you, there is no door! ”

"That's right, what Teacher Zhao said is right," a boy in a white down jacket in the front row said, "Jiang Zihao, don't hurry up and go out, don't delay everyone's class!" "This person is a member of the study committee in Jiang Zihao's class, named Li Dongping, who relies on his own study to do well, and looks down on Jiang Zihao all day long with poor grades, with his nostrils facing the sky.

"Oh? What does Mr. Zhao mean is that if I get a good grade in English, you will apologize? Jiang Zihao ignored Li Dongping, but looked at Zhao Ye playfully.

"What's the matter," Zhao Ye paused when he heard this, he didn't expect Jiang Zihao to say this, but he still nodded in response, he didn't believe that Jiang Zihao's English could suddenly get better.

"Okay, do you dare to bet with me that I will be in the top three in the class in the next English test! If I did, the teacher would admit that I was wrong in front of the whole class, and that I shouldn't talk about my parents casually. Jiang Zihao's eyes rolled, revealing a meaningful expression.

"Bet on it, if you can't do it, you will never come to my class!" When Zhao Ye heard this, his brain was hot, and he immediately agreed, he didn't believe it, can this scumbag turn the sky upside down?