Xu Mohan took the plane back to Bincheng early on Monday morning, and when he returned to Bincheng, he didn't care about anything, and came directly to the eighth middle school to mark people, of course, he would appear, and Yue Pingjun's ventilation report was naturally indispensable, Yue Pingjun had already played the truth about what had happened around Huang Xin in the past half a month, and the male teacher of the visiting group was not a big threat to Xu Mohan, but the stack of blind date male photos in Huang's mother's hand was a thorn in his heart.

When Yue Pingjun played, he naturally relayed what Ling Xiaoxiao said, and Xu Mohan was silent for a while when he heard it, but he didn't dare to expect Huang Xin to like him much now, as long as she was willing to let herself appear by her side all the time, care about her, take care of her, and be the person who could make her feel happy, he would be very satisfied.

Ling Xiaoxiao saw Xu Mohan from a distance, and didn't step forward to say hello, because she didn't need to. The other party is a mature adult, she understands what she is doing, and she also understands what she wants most, she doesn't need to intervene more, as long as she pushes it in a timely manner. After all, in her opinion, no one can be more suitable for Huang Xin than Xu Mohan and make her happier than Xu Mohan.

Of course, the content of the class is decided by the teachers themselves, because of the language problem, Huang Guoqiang and they still arrange for these teachers to enter the first and second years of high school, which is an age with a better level of English to teach.

The students of the visiting group entered the class according to the ten groups they had divided into during the previous reception, and Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Mi-hye, the receptionists, needed to accompany them into the class every afternoon and evening.

Each group is assigned a different class. Some entered junior high school, some entered high school, and every day they would enter a different class, Ling Xiaoxiao and their group were assigned to the third and sixth classes of junior high school on the first day to listen to the class, and the time was an afternoon along with an evening self-study.

The third year group is the most intense learning stage before the high school entrance examination, and the last provincial unified examination will be held in a few days, so they have a group of seven people entering the third and sixth classes of junior high school, although the students are very welcome to them, but compared with the future. These students still chose to study on their own. As a result, the delegation accompanied the students in the class, adding an afternoon of self-study and an evening of self-study.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Meihui are very satisfied with this arrangement, and the two of them have fallen behind a lot of homework these days. It's a good time to take this day to go back and make up for it. Jin Shen loves them, although they are not used to this kind of quiet self-study. But they all understand the priorities and whatever, and it's very worry-free to look at the relevant books in their own way.

It's Tuesday. Ling Xiaoxiao's good days are over. Because this time they were assigned to the eighth class of high school, Park Mi-hye's home field, of course, it is also Cheng Yuwei's home field......

As soon as Ling Xiaoxiao accompanied Jin Shenai and them into the classroom door of Class 8, she felt Cheng Yuwei's gaze falling on her, cold and cold, with a little hatred and jealousy.

Although the senior year group is also advancing in the curriculum during this time, after all, it is in cooperation with the school's art festival, the progress is not pushed too fast, and there is not a lot of homework assigned every day, and the students have a lot of spare time.

The female classmates in the class who like Oba kept holding Choi Dong-kin and Kim Jung-hyun's hands and asking questions, and Park Mi-hye accompanied her to work desperately as a translator, but she felt that one mouth was really not enough.

Ling Xiaoxiao's life is not easy here, there are more boys in Class 8, delicate little girls like Jin Shenai and Zhang Meiyan, who are almost invisible on campus on weekdays, which makes these young men in Class 8 who have just begun to secrete their El Hormones feel good.

The boys gathered around Jin Shenai and kept using English to ask for warmth, but Jin Shenai's English was still a little worse after all, and most of them couldn't understand it, Ling Xiaoxiao could only write down the conversation with a small note and show it to them like she did on the first day.

After a class like this, Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Meihui were too tired, Nie Wan and Yao Manni sympathized with the two of them and poured a glass of white water for each of them.

"Xiaoxiao, you can't do this, you see that our classmates are so enthusiastic, do you want to think of a way, organize an event or everyone sit around and chat or something, it's not a way to keep messing up." Nie Wan took the water cup in Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and poured her another glass.

Ling Xiaoxiao also knew that it was not appropriate to go on like this, but she also had any suitable ideas, so she set her eyes on Park Mi-hye, who was noisy by the chattering girls in the class in this class, and she was rubbing her temples.

"Or, in the next two classes, let's also have a symposium or a theatrical performance or something, find a suitable topic, everyone take turns to speak, if you want to listen to each other sing or watch each other dance, bring it up, see if they are willing." Park Mi-hye thought for a long time and had no suitable way, so she could only move the symposium from the previous day out again.

"It's not impossible, but there are still problems with communication, and you still have to work hard when the time comes." Ling Xiaoxiao has no opinion on this form, but still apologizes for not being able to help.

Park Mi-hye shook her head indifferently: "If it is a symposium, everyone has questions and answers, and I will be much easier to translate, it will be better than now, but when the time comes, I still want you to organize it, you will be the organizer, and I will be the translator." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao had no opinion: "Yes, then it's decided, you go and ask Shen Ai for their opinions, if they have no opinions, the next two classes will be done like this." ”

Although Kim Shin-ae likes the feeling of the stars and the moon, they still don't like this kind of chaotic experience that is not good, and after listening to Park Mi-hye's opinion, they are all busy nodding, everyone likes order and doesn't like chaos.

The bell rang for the third class, Ling Xiaoxiao followed Park Meihui to the podium, Ling Xiaoxiao, as the next organizer, spoke directly without prevarication: "Students, in the next two classes, Meihui and I suggest that you communicate with several students of the visiting group in the form of a symposium, and the students can ask questions in turn to ask the students of the visiting group, and the students of the visiting group will solve your doubts, and Park Meihui will act as a translator to help you communicate." ”

This way sounds pretty good, it sounds much better than the chaotic scene before, and the students in the audience all nodded in agreement, but if someone agrees, there will definitely be someone who disagrees, such as Cheng Yuwei, who has been looking at Ling Xiaoxiao unpleasantly.

"Why should we accept your opinions? The students of the visiting group came to the class to experience the life of the senior year group, what can you make them experience by holding such a symposium? Don't come up with such an unreliable idea just to save yourself trouble. (To be continued.) )

PS: Yesterday, I heard my husband call, a friend of his friend gambled and lost tens of thousands, and the person had gambled hundreds of thousands of dollars before and after, and his family had lost everything. Every time I will only repeatedly emphasize that "I have won tens of thousands of ...... before", the essence of gambling may be like this, it doesn't matter how much you have won before, the important thing is only the one who loses, and this is the truth that nine out of ten gambles are lost, but gamblers are more greedy, and they don't want to think about it.

Xiao Kunzi has been full of negative energy in recent days, and he always feels that his gain and loss are too heavy, and he has also reflected on himself several times after listening to the above things.

On the last day of 2015, Xiao Kunzi can no longer transmit negative energy to everyone, Xiao Kunzi continues to reflect, hoping that everyone can have a happy year, and then a new and full of expectations in 2016.

Live in the moment, grasp every day, believe that there is still a bright sun above the haze, and encourage it!

Finally, I wish you all a Happy New Year's Day!