158 Chinese Teacher

During the recess, Liu Yating leaned on the table and asked Wei Gospel, "Do you understand?"

Wei Gospel looked at the notes in the book, sighed, and said: "I barely understand, but I found that high school and junior high school are really different, junior high school can understand by listening to it casually, but high school is completely different, bending down to pick up a pen, and then looking up, I don't know what the teacher is talking about on the blackboard, probably I'm not very smart."

Dong Shaobo's face was slightly on one side, and the corners of his lips were shallow, not like a mockery.

Wei Gospel smiled slightly.

and Dong Shaobo are considered to have met, and they have experienced a small episode during the period.

I have been in arts and sciences for more than a week, and I have known Dong Shaobo for more than a week, although he sat in the seat in front of Wei Gospel, but the two of them together said no more than ten sentences, but Li Fang always turned around and chatted with Liu Yating in the back.

Dong Shaobo and Wei Gospel were listeners most of the time, and when they talked about something interesting, Wei Gospel couldn't help but laugh "poof", did not express his position, and did not participate, most afraid of encountering such an embarrassing problem as "lest boys and girls fall in love for a long time".

The Chinese teacher's name is Zhang Xiaoyan, in her thirties, not tall, with a pair of big eyes, too many whites of her eyes, and she doesn't seem so energetic, listening to her class, Wei Gospel is about to fall asleep, Zhang Xiaoyan's lecture is flat and straightforward, no waves, making people drowsy, Wei Gospel is sitting in the corridor position, not daring to make a mistake, maybe Niu Zefeng is quietly looking inside the window at the moment.

Inattentive in the Chinese class, Wei Gospel yawned, saw Dong Shaobo's shoulders trembling slightly, and glanced at it curiously, it turned out that there was a book spread out on his knee under the desk, and he was looking at it attentively, and when he saw the highlights, the smile on his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes overflowed.

Wei Gospel was horrified, his heart was so bold, he was not afraid that the teacher would be caught.

Zhang Xiaoyan's class is similar to chanting scriptures, there is nothing new, her hands are on the desk, she bows her head and reads a sentence according to the textbook, and asks the students to read a sentence.

"Just a young student, in his prime, scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Xuan......"

The students' reading was uneven, weak, and dragging mud and water.

Zhang Xiaoyan frowned, rolled her eyelids, looked up, and saw that the audience was lifeless, calm, and said: "Classmates, you are young and in your prime, why are you all listless and about to fall asleep."

One person coaxed: "Teacher, I haven't slept well for more than a month, and I don't get enough sleep."

The boy in the back was cheeky and shouted, "Teacher, when is the holiday?"

Zhang Xiaoyan looked at the voice, she probably didn't find who was speaking, she was silent for a while, and said: "Students, the good time should be cherished, although we are a science class, the language can not be ignored, don't think that the language is simple and you don't need to learn, you know, the college entrance examination Chinese accounts for one hundred and fifty points, the scope of the Chinese examination is so wide, even the teacher can not predict, there is no skill in learning the language, it lies in everyone's usual accumulation, read more extracurricular books, and also help improve everyone's grades......"

Wei Gospel glanced at the Chinese teacher and looked at Dong Shaobo, he still maintained the posture just now, his head was lowered motionlessly, his shoulders moved slightly, I don't know what book he was reading, it was so interesting, and the flowers and branches trembled with laughter.

"What's that guy doing in the back?"

When Wei Gospel was curious about what book Dong Shaobo was reading, Zhang Xiaoyan stood high, looked far away, noticed something unusual, put down the book in his hand, straightened his waist, his high heels crackled on the ground, his hands were behind his back, and he walked down from the podium with a gloomy face.

Since entering high school, the teachers don't seem to be in a hurry to understand the learning situation of each student, in fact, except for Niu Zefeng, the teachers of other subjects are just routine in class, the class bell rings and leaves, they rarely communicate with the students, unless it is a famous person in the class, the teachers can remember the name, other students with mediocre qualifications and mediocre appearance, most of them can't remember the name.

Zhang Xiaoyan is their Chinese teacher and the homeroom teacher of Class 23, which is an art class.

Wei Gospel This is the first time to know that there is an art class, those art students hold a drawing board to paint every day, there seems to be no study pressure, very chic, in the eyes of science students, they simply do not learn and have no skills, scoff, art students look at science students are not much better, feel that they only know how to bury their heads in the problem all day long, rustic, and the heart: dull science students.

Although Wei Gospel thinks that art is novel, she likes to paint, and is quite talented, but she never thought of transferring to an art class to learn to paint, the education she received since she was a child is to learn the knowledge in books in a proper manner, how long the English words are, but also to memorize them, no matter how difficult the math problems are, they must be made, and how abstract the problems of physics and chemistry are, they must also be learned, this is the right way, and the others are all crooked and heretical.

Zhang Xiaoyan walked straight to the innermost aisle and stopped in front of a boy, who was lying on the table and falling asleep, unaware that he was being stared at by the teacher, and he was sleeping soundly.

Zhang Xiaoyan stretched out his hand and pulled out the book pressed under his arm, the boy felt something strange, looked up, was awakened by this sudden move, and was about to scold, who disturbed his good dreams, raised his arm, wanted to wave over, saw the Chinese teacher standing next to his desk with a plain face, immediately put down his raised arm, stood up obediently, drooped his head, and obeyed the fall.

Wei Gospel took a deep breath, thinking that the Chinese teacher was coming for Dong Shaobo, but fortunately she caught a scapegoat, her breath was not finished, only to see Zhang Xiaoyan's eyes glance, walking towards her, with a soaring murderous aura, Wei Gospel was immediately alert, and gently kicked Dong Shaobo's stool in front of him with his toes, and reminded in a low voice: "The teacher is here."

Dong Shaobo tilted his head, immediately realized the crisis, and instantly came up with a countermeasure, he was clever, straightened up quietly, hit Wei Gospel's desk with his back, and unknowingly passed the book from under the table, almost in ventriloquism, and whispered: "Help."

Wei Gospel immediately understood, his eyes didn't dare to take his eyes off the Chinese teacher for a moment, and he took the book from Dong Shaobo's hand from under the table with his hands nervously, and quietly put it back in the drawer, because he was a thief and sweated profusely.

The time was just right, and the two of them transferred the stolen goods away, Zhang Xiaoyan walked over, knocked on Dong Shaobo's table, and asked sternly, "What about the book you read just now?"

Dong Shaobo shook his head, stood up, looked innocent, spread his hands, and said, "Teacher, I didn't look at anything."

Zhang Xiaoyan looked at him suspiciously, in fact, he wasn't sure if Dong Shaobo was peeking at the extracurricular books, but he just saw that he was acting strangely, and he must be doing something bad, so he rummaged through his desk for a long time, didn't find anything suspicious, and said coldly: "Sit down."

With that, he turned and walked up to the podium.

Dong Shaobo seemed to be smiling, turned his head proudly, and raised his eyebrows at Wei Gospel.

Wei Gospel wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, his heart was still pounding, and he frowned: "You are still laughing, I am almost scared to death, what if the teacher checks my desk?"

The corners of Dong Shaobo's mouth raised, squinted with a smile, and said, "No, teachers are always very relieved of good students."

Wei Gospel glared at him, and said in his heart: Then you shouldn't live up to the teacher's trust.