"New professor, what are you teaching?" , Meng Mei frowned delicately, and made a halfway way to bite the gold???

"The building is preliminary, and I heard Mr. Huang say that it is quite young."

Meng Mei likes Mr. Li very much, who was originally preliminary, has a gentle personality and is also good-looking, and I think it was because she had to take maternity leave that she changed teachers.

Although as the saying goes, "The master leads the door, and the cultivation is in the individual", the quality of a student's grades has nothing to do with the teacher. No matter who teaches, there is always someone who learns well.

But for the matter of changing teachers, Meng Mei is actually very resistant and very shadowy.

In junior high school, she studied very well and did well in the high school entrance examination. According to the results of the high school entrance examination, she was assigned to an excellent class in the first year of high school, and the teachers are not young, very experienced, and teach very well.

Knowing that she is not a smart person and working hard, but her grades are not mentioned but falling, the head teacher talked to her and said that this is a "fake effort", that is, the kung fu is not used in the right place, and the method is wrong.

Although Mei is usually active and lively, she doesn't actually communicate much with the teacher, and she feels a sense of distance from them.

She knew that the teacher had good intentions and wanted her to find a new way to study, but it was easier said than done. This is how she learned in junior high school, and it is difficult to change her thinking habits for a while.

In this way, a year later, she came to the ordinary class, and at that time she felt that the gap was too big, and although her parents had been comforting her, she would still secretly cry.

After a while, I found that it was actually a good thing to be assigned to this class, and her whole state was more relaxed.

The classmates get along more harmoniously and happily, and there is no longer the feeling that they are always busy with their own things. The teachers were all young, and they all happened to be girls.

Meng Mei soon felt that the sense of distance from them was very small, and she often asked them questions and discussed together, and her grades were better than those of the first year of high school.

In the eyes of the school leaders, they are new teachers, inexperienced, and unqualified to teach excellent classes.

It's so cruel, so realistic, the better you are, the more resources you have to choose from, and almost no one will pity you.

But in the eyes of Amamei, they are treasures. They may be inexperienced, but they have passion; Maybe the grasp of important knowledge points is not as sensitive as the old teacher, but willing to learn.

They rarely say, "Why do you still ask this knowledge after you have talked about it so many times?" I will explain more patiently, just because my heart is easier to satisfy. As long as students ask, it is a trust and affirmation for them.

Her love for her teacher directly affected her enthusiasm in class, and even if she was tired in high school, she rarely got sleepy in class.

A year has passed, and she has been assigned to the excellent class again in her third year of high school, and others think this is a good thing, but her heart is complicated.

I'm happy that I've improved, but it's hard to feel like I can't find it.

Later, it was exactly what she thought, although she was busy and did not deviate from the topic, but there were many excellent people, and she was still tepid.

The college entrance examination performed extraordinarily, and I was admitted to M University, and I hated seeing this group of roommates late, and the long-missed feeling of the second year of high school is back.

There are two sides to everything, and there is no absolute good or bad. That's what she learned in three years of high school.

So when she thought that Teacher Li was going to be replaced, Meng Mei felt depressed, and the small bedroom made her feel even more breathless.

I silently gave the new professor a big red cross in my heart.

He pursed his lips and said, "Young? Mr. Huang is in his fifties, and by his standards, his forties are considered young. ”

That's right, in Meng Mei's heart, the image of this new professor is a middle-aged greasy man, how can he compare to the little fairy-like Teacher Li.

"No, plum, I thought it was a little fresh meat in my twenties, I don't want old bacon~~"

Dong Zhu's face is loveless.