Teacher Wang thought optimistically, until- he took Ji Xiaofan back to the classroom.

That battle can probably be described in eight words: gongs and drums are noisy, and firecrackers are ringing in unison.

Although there are no gongs and firecrackers, their movements are no less than gongs and firecrackers.

Let's take a look at the five classes in front and the seven classes in the back......

Well, a watershed moment not bad.

Why is this a special class?

The key prickly class is about the same!

Some people sit on the table, some climb the window, and some stand on the podium and pat the table, talking stand-up comedy—although not very well.

In front of the blackboard newspaper in the back stood a boy, who was a famous "poet" in junior high school.

If you don't chant a poem every day, it seems that you can't get through that day.

When Mr. Wang and Ji Xiaofan went in, they listened to the "poet" chanting affectionately:

"Ahh

The posture of thousands of flowers is the appearance that I love very much.

Ahh

The golden color is the color I yearn for in my dreams.

Chrysanthemum, my favorite one. ”

Even though Ji Xiaofan was accustomed to the poet's sourness, he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this chrysanthemum poem.

Teacher Wang glanced at Ji Xiaofan, and Ji Xiaofan's expression returned to normal.

I can't help it, I can't hold it.

The reason why I didn't pay attention to this poem of the poet in the previous life was probably because I was relatively simple at that time, thinking that chrysanthemums were just a kind of flower.

Now, after hearing the poet say, "Chrysanthemum, the one I love the most." ”

Ji Xiaofan can't imagine this as a flower.

It's not that she's evil, it's just that she's too badly poisoned by this society.

As Ji Xiaofan finished laughing, another boy in the class laughed:

"Poet, do you yearn for yellow in your dreams?"

As soon as his words fell, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The poet pointed angrily at the man and scolded:

"Rotten wood should not be carved, and the wall of dung should not be stained!"

After that, there was a scolding war, but the poet quoted the scriptures, and always used a few sentences.

And the other, it's a string of English.

Ji Xiaofan knows him, his parents work in the diplomatic office, this child has been a thief in English since he was a child, he is tired of scolding in English, and he can switch to German, and his name is Tao Kerui.

Teacher Wang listened for a while, applauded, and after entering, he pointed to the two of them and said:

"Not bad, not bad."

He glanced at the poet, and then said:

"In the future, you will be the representative of the Chinese class."

After saying that, he glanced at Taukrui again.

"You, the English class representative."

The poet and Tao Kerui glanced at Teacher Wang, who had grown up in this school and had never seen this teacher, and asked in unison:

"Who are you?"

"Ahem, let me officially introduce you, my surname is Wang, I just graduated from Beijing Normal University this year, and I am currently the head teacher of the first class of the seventh high school, teaching English."

After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he spoke again in fluent English.

The poet and Taukry were stunned for a moment, and then they cut at the same time.

"Who believes it, a senior in high school, right?"

The main reason is that Mr. Wang is too young and different from other teachers in the school.

Teacher Wang came out with a chair and sighed after sitting down.

"I would like to be a senior in high school, but unfortunately the years are not forgiving."

As he spoke, Mr. Wang took out his teaching certificate.

Now the two of them believe it, but these students, no matter how strict the teacher is, they are not afraid, such a teacher who has no shelf, and he is young, they are even more afraid.