Back in his office, except for Wang Huili, who smiled when she saw him, the other teachers all looked indifferent. Zhang Zhan didn't care, nodded to Wang Huili, and walked to his place and sat down.

My younger brother is a clean-loving person, so his desk and things are neatly placed. On one side of the table is a computer, and on the other side are orderly textbooks and handouts. Zhang Zhan reached out and touched the desktop, several days have passed, and there is no dust on the desktop, it seems that someone has taken the initiative to wipe it for him recently.

And this person is most likely Wang Huili, otherwise Zhang Zhan really wouldn't have guessed who it was. remembered that when I was resting at home these days, my father always said that he would thank Wang Huili for saving her life. Although his younger brother is actually dead, Zhang Zhan is alive instead of his younger brother, so he naturally has to admit this life-saving kindness.

So at this moment, Zhang Zhan thought to himself, of course, the kindness of saving his life must be repaid. But this way of repaying is a bit nerve-wracking. Treat her to a few meals and buy her some gifts? Not suitable, right? What a lifesaver!

couldn't think of any good way for a while, so Zhang Zhan shook his head and simply didn't think about it. Turning sideways, I reached out and pressed the power switch of the computer host, cheered up, and entered today's working state.

At this moment, on campus, it has entered the time of morning self-study. In every school building, there are various sounds of reading aloud. The teacher who was the head teacher of a certain class in the office also got up to inspect his class at the moment, and some other teachers were also nervously preparing for lessons or doing something related to teaching.

Zhang Zhan found the class schedule for this grade and found that his English class was in the first class this morning. So he seized the time, took out the English textbook and related teaching materials, and read it carefully according to the teaching progress that Teacher Wei Xin said.

Although he has never taught, fortunately, in his brother's diary, he recorded some of his methods and experiences in teaching. According to my younger brother's records, I believe that if he pretends to be a teacher to teach, at least he will not be at a loss and clueless.

For Zhang Zhan, there is no problem with spoken English, the members of the organization come from all over the world, and the common language they communicate with is English.

As for the grammar of pen language, although Zhang Zhan is a little weaker, he has also learned it in the Eight Classics. Don't think that a killer is uneducated, and an uneducated person really can't be a killer. When Zhang Zhan was absorbed into the killer organization for cultivation, he was training his body and learning cultural classes at the same time.

Among the teachers in charge of teaching these children at the killer training camp was an Englishman who spoke native Oxford English.

To be honest, Zhang Zhan's English foundation is better than Chinese foundation. At first, he only could speak Chinese, and he didn't know a few words. Later, because he planned to leave the organization to find his family, he taught himself Chinese and reached the level where he can now read Chinese books.

And English has been taught by him since he was a child, and his written and spoken language are a little stronger than Chinese.

So after reading the textbook for a while, Zhang Zhan already had a bottom in his heart. Then he opened the drawer of his desk and looked for something he needed for class later.

For example, the rosters of two classes, otherwise he would not even know the names of the students he taught.

It's just that when he opened a drawer, the first thing he saw made him stunned for a moment. But I saw two white gloves in the drawer, and when I picked them up, I saw that both gloves were actually worn on my right hand.

Zhang Zhan was a little puzzled, and after taking a closer look, he found that the two gloves seemed to be stained with some powdery things. Then, he somewhat understood, of course, that this powdery thing should be chalk ash. And the younger brother is a person with a habit of cleanliness, of course, he can't stand the chalk ash on his hands. As a teacher, it's impossible to use chalk, so that's why you wear gloves in class, right?

Zhang Zhan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and casually threw the gloves back into the drawer. Although he didn't want to change his brother's personality and temper too much, so as not to arouse the surprise and suspicion of others. But a little change, or a slow start, is necessary. After all, he and his younger brother are two different people, and if he lives like his younger brother for a long time, he will definitely not be able to stand it.

Since you're going to start changing, start by not wearing gloves!

Soon, he found the rosters of two classes. After a little glance, I found that the number of people in each class was about fifty. There are eight classes in the entire second grade of junior high school, with a total number of people, which is about four or five hundred.

Moreover, he found a marker from his brother in both rosters, drawing a five-pointed star symbol next to the name of a student in the roster.

What does that mean? Are these two students the ones who have received special attention from my younger brother?

Zhang Zhan's heart moved, so he wrote down the names of these two classmates. The name of the fifth class is Luo Weiwei, and the name of the sixth class is Jin Yurong.

Well, it's all schoolgirl names!

Just as Zhang Zhan was writing down the two girls, the bell rang for class throughout the campus. Today's first class is finally about to begin.

The teachers who had the first class immediately stood up, took the things they used for the class, and walked out of the office one after another. And Zhang Zhan also got up immediately, picked up teaching materials and rosters and other things, and walked out of the last one.

Today's first class was in class five, and when he came to the door of class five, Zhang Zhan took a deep breath, secretly shouted cheers in his heart, and strode in, pretending to be very natural and put the things in his hand on the podium, and then looked up and glanced at all the students below.

What made him slightly unhappy was that he found that many of these students had disappointed expressions on their faces when they saw him coming in. A few boys had even more exaggerated expressions, looking up to the sky and sighing, looking extremely painful.

Zhang Zhan remained silent, and after glancing at it, he said in a low voice in English: "Class!" ”

Immediately, someone shouted, "Stand up!" ”

Then, the group of middle school students below began to stand up lazily and slowly. Zhang Zhan noticed that it was a little beauty who was quite tall and had a pair of smart big eyes who shouted to stand up. realized that this little beauty should be the class leader of this class, but I don't know what her name is.

Of course, this is not the time to understand this. Zhang Zhan continued to be quiet, first nodded, and then said in English in an authentic Oxford accent: "Good morning, students! ”

There was weakness at the bottom, and he responded sparsely: "Good morning, teacher!" ”

Zhang Zhan pressed his hands and said, "Sit down!" ”

So this English class began, because Zhang Zhan was teaching students for the first time, so the lecture was not very vivid, just according to the text. Almost none of the students under him could hear his Oxford English, but they felt that the teacher's speech was slightly different from before.

And when Zhang Zhan was in class, most of the students were not listening carefully. There are those who are whispering, those who are reading extracurricular books, and there are many people who are thinking about desertion, and they don't seem to be doing anything, but their thoughts have long been unknown where they have flown to.

For these phenomena, Zhang Zhan chose to pretend not to see. What he has to do now is to familiarize himself with the role of a teacher as soon as possible, and he can leave other things alone for the time being.

But he didn't want to cause trouble, but someone was trying to trouble him. Just when Zhang Zhan picked up a piece of chalk and wrote a set of English on the blackboard, suddenly a boy in the audience shouted loudly and said, "Huh? Mr. Zhang, why do you write with chalk without gloves? And what about your handkerchief? Did you forget to bring it today? ”

As soon as the words ended, all the students below burst into laughter, and several of them laughed even more exaggeratedly, not only laughing loudly, but also slapping the table.

Zhang Zhanbi paused for a moment, then turned around, glanced at the students who were slapping the table, and thought to himself, it seems that the relationship between his younger brother and the students is more than ordinary. Such a blatant one is simply a provocation!

Without waiting for Zhang Zhan to speak, the boy who was shouting just now said loudly again: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, I heard that you were beaten outside, right?" It's so miserable, we really feel sorry for you! Isn't it, classmates? ”

When he said this, the laughter underneath was even louder. The boys who were slapping the table shouted even more: "yes, we're so sad, hahaha!" ”

Zhang Zhan couldn't help but laugh too, thinking to himself that the tiger is not powerful, are you really a sick cat? Well, since you must ask for your own suffering, then I will fulfill you!

So, Zhang Zhan looked at the boy who was the first to provoke with a smile and said, "Xie Lu, thank you for this classmate's concern, what's your name?" ”

The boy said triumphantly, "Huh? Teacher, are you so forgetful? My name is "

Zhang Zhan didn't wait for him to finish, and with a flick of the fingers of his right hand, half of the chalk immediately flew over, accurately drilling into the boy's open mouth. The boy's words were immediately interrupted, and the laughter in the whole class also stopped suddenly!

The boy didn't seem to believe that this was true, and his mouth was wide open and his expression was unusually stiff. Then he immediately leaned down and spit out the chalk in his mouth, and shouted angrily, "You dare to hit a student with chalk? ”

Zhang Zhan said expressionlessly: "The loud noise in the classroom and the lack of discipline are just a small lesson for you." In addition, spitting at school, not paying attention to hygiene, and punishing you for mopping all the floor of the class after class, is there a problem? ”

When he said the last half of the sentence, Zhang Zhan's face had become serious, and his gaze swept to all the students in the class. Invisibly, this glance has already brought Zhang Zhan's murderous aura cultivated in the rain of bullets and the sea of corpses in the sea of blood for half of his life. Where have these naïve and romantic middle school students seen this, and they were all frightened by Zhang Zhan's eyes, and they didn't dare to make any sound anymore.

Even the boys who provoked Zhang Zhan were stunned at this time, and they couldn't imagine that Zhang Zhan, who was originally very motherly and verbose, but did not have the majesty of a teacher at all, suddenly became powerful. In the past, when he encountered this situation, he would only go to the class teacher or the dean of teaching to complain, but there was nothing he could do with the students? Why didn't he dare to take action against the student without hesitation after only a few days? And the eyes are still scared to death?

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