Before the first Chinese class after the start of school, the whole class was quiet, sitting in their seats in a regular manner, not daring to run around, and not daring to speak.

He was still very kind when he laughed.

The whole class was relieved to see him smile.

He didn't mention it, just gave a lecture with peace of mind. Halfway through the class, he closed the lecture notes, rolled his eyes, and said, "The lecture is boring, why don't we dictate." ”

The class gasped again.

"Find two classmates to write on the blackboard, and the other students write on the paper, and collect some of them later, and the one with more mistakes on the blackboard is responsible for correcting and collecting it."

Another wave of panic.

The reason why class 18 changed the Chinese teacher, and the reason for changing the class teacher is probably the same, this class, except for the perennial second in physics, the others are at the bottom, and Chinese and English are the perennial first.

Teacher Song was standing next to Lin Ran and Su Qing at that time.

As a result, Lin Ran and Su Qing became the lucky ones in the first class.

Fortunately, the language scores of both of them are not bad.

Maybe because of the first dictation, he was also merciful and wrote ten idioms, some common and some more partial, Lin Ran knew it, and after writing it, he asked Lin Ran and Su Qing to correct each other.

Lin Ran knew that he was all right.

She turned her head to look at Su Qing, Su Qing stuck out her tongue at her, she picked up a red chalk and circled a typo by Su Qing.

"Are you alright?" Teacher Song, who had already put away two rows of dictation paper, looked at the two of them with a smile.

Lin Ran nodded.

"Are you sure you won't change it? Mistakenly copied ten times, really don't change it? "The more Mr. Song laughs, the more ghostly he becomes. Lin Ran nodded again.

Teacher Song shook his head to let the two of them go back to their seats, and stuffed the pile of paper he had just collected into Su Qing's hand: "Then you can correct it!" ”

Su Qing pinched the paper, smiled opposite Lin Ran, and sat down one after another.

"Looking at it this way, the foundation of our class is still good? Or did I have such a good eye and picked two good grades? Teacher Song looked at the words on the blackboard, "The handwriting is also good." He held a chalk head in his right hand and tapped it gently on the podium.

Yu Xing sat in the last row and laughed: "That's the first." ”

Teacher Song didn't even blame him, turned his head to look at Yu Xing, and said with a smile: "I know first, I looked at the award she received." ”

This trouble, the class is no longer so depressed.

However, in an instant, Teacher Song straightened up, threw the chalk head into the chalk box, and swept around the classroom solemnly.

"I have already applied to the school this year, and I will resolutely not take the graduating class in the future, you may not know, my leg hurts terribly. Originally, the school should be done, and I will go to class casually in the future, who wants to be the head teacher, tired and tired, and take care of everything, like my own mother. ”

There was a very restrained laugh in the classroom.

"Huh? School is about to start, and I have to come and take your class, so I thought, what kind of class does this have to be, I have to be asked to take it. ”

The classroom immediately fell silent again.

Someone in the class has already inquired about Teacher Song, and he has led a repeat class for eight years. Then, all aspects can be imagined.

"Just now, the other classes were cleaning up, and I wanted to see if you knew what to do if I didn't come, and sure enough," he said, "I can hear you squeaking all upstairs." I was really angry. ”

The whole class lowered their heads in unison, Lin Ran held a pen in his hand, and spun it around in his hand, and a thin layer of sweat appeared in his palms for a while.

"The head of the department is right next door to you! You are very bold. He suddenly smiled, "I'm afraid that the director will scold me, so I'll stand in the classroom." Hey, it doesn't seem to be hopeless, so they all went to work obediently. You look at this dictation, you see, isn't that good? ”

"I don't care what happened to you before, in the future, let's change the way, okay? Don't let other teachers see any of you and point at you, 'Hey, this is Class 18!' 'Is it glorious?' ”

With that, he slowly walked up to the podium, propped his hands on the podium.

The certificate that the squad leader had just brought was placed on the lectern. He carried the corner of the award certificate in one hand, "What are you doing here?" Diaphragm responds to people? He raised his head and smiled, lowered his head and looked at the words on it, threw it aside with a look of disgust, turned his head and regretted it, and held it on the table with both hands: "Find a place to glue it, the consolation prize is also a prize." ”

"In the future, let's try to change it."