"I'm not an old-fashioned person, so I have games to play with. Let's talk about the game, let me participate in it as well. ”

"I don't know"

"It's really sad, I know that you don't like me, we don't even have the most basic trust. I promise that I will not punish you if I know it. ”

“……”

"Let's talk about it."

“… The girl sitting in the middle row wanted to tell her when she saw the teacher's hurt expression.

Before he could say anything, he was cut off by a male classmate, "I just don't know, teacher." ”

Probably didn't expect them to be so clever, Zhang Ying smiled and looked at them and stopped asking.

Before the bell rang, the students returned to their seats one after another.

Zhang Ying didn't rush to talk about the papers, and looked at the classmates below with a smile in her eyes.

"I didn't expect that my classmates would be able to establish a friendly friendship in such a short period of time.

Counting military training, you have only known each other for eight days.

The teacher is really gratified, no matter what the reason behind it, let you be so united.

I am very touched, I am lucky to have a group of such students, the teacher likes you very much, and I hope you also like the teacher. ”

"Teacher, I like you too."

He Ming stood up and was a sycophant.

"So tell the teacher what game you're playing?" Zhang Ying asked again.

"......" He Ming directly pretended to be dead.

"Oh, man." The head teacher rolled his eyes indecently.

“… Teacher, I'm still a boy..."He Ming, who was a quail, said weakly.

“……”

Such a fuss is over, and Zhang Ying doesn't have to know, she just wants to tease them.

Who doesn't have a childhood?

"Get back to business, He Minglai, divide the volume." Zhang Ying stood on the podium and began to talk about the results of this test: "Overall, it's still good, but what? I found that everyone's reading comprehension was not very good.

As far as Shi Lei is concerned, your explanation is really eye-opening for me.

This article asks me that while I was sitting in a bamboo basket and playing, my grandfather came and went in a hurry. What is the role of the author in writing like this? What did you write me? ”

Zhang Ying's eyes fell on Shi Lei, who was fanning the wind with a roll: "Shi Lei, come and read the explanation you wrote to everyone." ”

Shi Lei's movements froze, and he got up hesitantly.

I opened the paper, found the reading question, and glanced up at Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying looked at him with an unchanged expression, he withdrew his gaze and looked at his answer.

I didn't make myself laugh.

Take a deep breath: "Grandpa's toilet is there!"

Okay, grandson. ”

"Poof......

The class laughed and leaned back.

Zhang Ying couldn't help but hold her forehead, listen, listen, what is this.

"Okay, don't laugh, you're all half-pounded and eighty-tael."

Zhang Ying pressed the corners of her upturned mouth and raised her hand to signal Shi Lei to sit down.

"The papers are all gone, you can see for yourself, half of the 42 students in the class have lost points for reading comprehension.

The overall score is okay, the highest score this time, Mo Liang, 148 points, why lose those two points? ”

"What do you mean by drawing a pig on a scroll?

I want to change the paper next time, and I am more wronged by such a point in the position. ”

Mo Liang: "???? ”

I don't, don't talk nonsense.

When the teacher lifted the scroll, Mo Liang turned his head to look at Jiu Nuan, who was still painting seriously.

When was the leather of the small table drawn?

Jiu Nuan didn't notice his gaze at all, and her heart was full of her inspiration.

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