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Physics teacher: "Why did you just come in, you were in the teacher's office just now."

"Come in, let's go to class, clear the last account before class, and turn the homework book to the official day yesterday."

Physics teachers never waste time and spend every minute and every second lecturing. It is a must to check your homework first in class every day.

The physics teacher's surname is Song, he is very tall, his office is with Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang is in charge of the school's logistics, and the physics teacher occasionally works part-time as an electrician and repairman.

Teacher Song loves to laugh and has a lot of humor, with glasses, with a height of 1.9 meters, he looks very much like the broom star actor in the TV series "Seven Fairies of Joy", really like a chicken nest hairstyle, how to look like it (this is not to belittle anyone, to be honest, there are many people who like the role of broom star very much, he contracted all the laughs of this show, and we all have respect and respect for the actors who play comedians.) Our feelings for Teacher Song are also like this, loving and helpless. ）

I believe that each class will have a teaching stick, not for corporal punishment, but for the class to talk on the blackboard, "Smack! Syllable! Smack!" The voice is also to remind the distracted students in class to come back to their senses, listening to this voice, it is really cruel, for the "old rivers and lakes" who are unwilling to hand in their homework, the teacher will also take the teaching stick for a small punishment.

What is unbelievable is that it hurts to hear, we all hurt when we look at it, and some of the students' expressions are calm and calm, and there is a calmness of "let the wind and rain hit, I will not move", it does not hurt or itch, so that the teacher has no sense of achievement.

Yang Hao and Zhang Fan belong to this type of student.

"Zhang Fan, I didn't hand in my homework."

Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders with a hesitant expression.

"Hands outstretched. Ten strokes with one hand, two strokes with one dodge. ”

A touch of his trouser pocket is on display.

The teacher counted the words with an apologetic smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked with concern after typing.

"I'm sorry, the teacher hit you."

Students will have this kind of perverted psychology, that is, they won't hit you, and you will feel very excited when you see the teacher hitting others.

When Zhang Fan looked down and left, he would ask him, "Does it hurt?" Yes! ”

Zhang Fan smiled, you try it.

Yang Hao is more powerful.

"Hand out."

"Oh!"

He stretched out one, and after the teacher finished playing, Teacher Song said, "The other hand." He reached out.

"Does it hurt?"

Yang Hao rubbed his hands, looking indifferent.

"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's just that my hands are a little numb."

Wow! 50 times, the hands are not swollen, and the glass is awesome.

Miraculously, Yang Hao and Zhang Fan returned to hand in their homework next time.

In the next class, Teacher Song asked, "That pig head didn't hand in his homework?"

Fan Pengchao shouted, "Yang Hao."

Yang Hao immediately scolded: "Fuck your uncle, I'll pay it."

Teacher Song walked over with a smile and walked towards him with this wood-like hard object, "People have handed it over, and their hands are stretched out." ”

"Yang Hao handed it over, what are you beating me for?"

"Yes, people handed it in, I don't talk in class, who made you talk too much, come and fight."

Fan Pengchao did not stretch.

"I'll fight."

landed on Fan Pengchao's thigh, and then turned to leave.

Fan Pengchao covered his legs and grinned.

Teacher Song beckoned him on his lap again.

"Ahh

The pig howled and asked him unconvinced, "Why are you beating me?"

"Disrupting the classroom."

Fan Pengchao had an expression of wanting to resist and not being able to resist.

Teacher Song cleaned up every time, and asked him to sit down and listen to the class if he didn't finish his homework last time.

No one has ever been stupid enough to help others hand in their homework, and this kind of acting scum is so bad that it breaks in a second.

Teacher Wang will scorch you so much that you don't even know your own mother.

No one has ever wanted to hand in homework alone, after all, with a person behind you, you will feel that you have teammates, you are not alone, and you have to be criticized by two people. It's best to be a scholar, because there are too many mortals, and if there is one who learns well, it has to be a key cultivation object, and he is usually reluctant to scold.

The big deal is just to say: "Why is Yang Wenxing only calling homework now."

You need a great god to hug your thighs and beg to fly. "Xueba, hand in your homework, do you have an appointment?"

"Let's go, let's make children together?"

"Huh?"

The sentence just now was said by Lu Beihuan, which is so serious.

He smiled slyly and acquiesced.

All right! It's so handsome and handsome, and it's so handsome to play hooligans!

Lu Beihuan was taller than me, I followed behind him, and he didn't walk fast.

On the red, white and green brick square, there is a teaching building behind it and an office building in front.

It's just that this time it's not that scary.

The blue sky, the white clouds, and the green trees are our high-tech No. 3 middle school, which makes the scumbags scared and cultivates a lot of excellent students.

I looked up, and the wind blew through his shirt, and the sun was just right, falling on his handsome face carved by a knife, and became soft and reassuring.

"Lu Beihuan."

I call him by name.

"How?"

There was a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, more dazzling than the sunlight behind him.

"Let's turn in our homework together in the future!"

"Reason."

Forehead...... This, I don't know.

"There's no reason."

I'll tell you the truth.



"That's a good reason."

I watched him smile silly, and he smiled at me.

After dinner, I sat in my place looking at the scenery outside the window, in a daze.

"Nice?"

I turned my head to Lu Beihuan.

I ignored him and continued to look at the scenery outside the window, he sat at my table and chatted happily with Yang Hao in the back, talking about some otherworldly gods and continents, all of which are the plots of boys' novels.

In addition to sleeping in class, Yang Hao also wrote a novel with a black pen in a notebook, I took a look at it and it was quite thick, every page of words was crooked, but I could see that it was very attentive, at least I could see it clearly, and I couldn't see it clearly in my usual formal homework. In case it is a novel-writing in the future.

"Look at what I've written here, I think there should be ...... here (1000 words omitted here, I really don't understand any fragments, past life, martial soul skills, divine beast level)"

"I'll take a look first."

"You like to watch it too?"

I really can't figure out why a student like him doesn't brush up on questions all day long? Reading books should also be masterpieces.

He let out an "um".

I also glanced at what Yang Hao wrote, he pushed it towards me, I watched it with him, he took good care of me, looked at it for a while and asked, "Finished reading?" "Hmm!"

He wrote quite interestingly, but I didn't expect to be very talented in writing, he turned the page and saw the page he wrote, I turned my head, and Lu Beihuan returned the book to him.

"Yang Hao, you can't write yet."

"Write, what, did you read it?"

Well! I nodded, it's really good-looking, so I'm looking forward to what will happen next? It's the first time I've read this kind of article.

"Lu Beihuan."

Lu Beihuan stuck out his tongue: "Anyway, she can't understand it."

"Who said that? I understand it!"

"Forget it, just watch it."

"It's pretty."

Yang Hao began to write his novels again.

"Yang Hao, you write well, the language has been officially written, and you present it with both hands."

Lu Beihuan looked at Yang Hao.

"Can she still copy what she wrote?"

"Why, you can't copy it."

Yang Hao flipped through, "As long as you can see clearly!"

I gave him a blank look, and I was still very confident in the language.

He smiled wickedly: "Oh! Waste utilization. ”

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at me, so angry with me.

"Kidding you, you're angry?"

He reached out and poked me in the face, and the cold touch burned my face and reddened, he was such a scoundrel.

"You'll let me out, okay?"

Don't you know that good dogs don't get in the way?

"Not good."

The uncle is full of appearance, and he is still lying on the table to take a nap, lazy and ruffian.

This little thing is so cute!

He laughed, she couldn't see.