The beginning of June to the end of June made it difficult for Liang Chen to react, and the time was like playing on a slide when he was a child.

Liang Chen forgot when it started, time seemed to have doubled the acceleration and went faster and faster, and even those difficult days could only be sucked in and reminiscent of the pain and suffering in the sleepless nights, hey! In the second year of high school, Liang Chen felt more and more that time seemed to return to the era when banknotes were linked to gold, and it became more and more valuable.

In mid-June, he was busy with the big brothers of the previous session of false accusations, Du Ruo had been on the wine table for more than ten days, almost every day at a certain moment, his table would be empty, and the teachers of Class 10 were naturally blinded by his various "very legitimate" reasons for asking for leave.

Du Ruo is living a leisurely life in the twentieth class of high school, and Liang Chen is also in the second year of high school.

Teacher Mu was transferred by the city to the team of grading test papers for the college entrance examination, and Teacher Mu explained before leaving: all language rights belong to Liang Chen, and the language class has become his stage.

Before leaving, she copied her writing lesson plan on the multimedia computer, which was Liang Chen's task for the next few days, and Liang Chen didn't take it seriously in his heart, he thought that there were no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey was the king.

Liang Chen, who was a teacher for the first time, finished more than 50 pages of PPT from Mr. Mu in only one class, and he personally subjectively skipped the examples.

"Teacher Liang, I would like to ask you how you will handle the next few classes." Zeng Tong, as the brocade guard placed by Liang Chen's side as Teacher Mu, it was really necessary to speak out, he was a little suspicious that Liang Chen was a rebellious minister and thief.

"Don't worry, this seat has its own arrangements for the future, and Mr. Mu's antique lesson plans that have been talked about for more than ten years are about to be finished." Liang Chen patted his chest, extremely embarrassed, he had never been so frivolous, "Next, let me give some dry goods to my classmates." ”

"You'd better be able to spit out something good, or you'll be miserable when Teacher Mu comes back." Zeng Tong returned Liang Chen with a roll of his eyes, and Liang Chen's state today was very annoying.

In the second Chinese class, Liang Chen didn't prepare any dry goods, he opened the big jujube bookcase, took out all the books inside, and the dust accumulated by the books in the cabinet flew out, choking Liang Chen's nose.

For the first time, Liang Chen discovered that there were still many treasures hidden in the inner layer of the cabinet! The last seniors left a lot of "forbidden books", there are more than ten romance novels like "Siege" and "Fireworks", Liang Chen sent a book to the whole class, and the rest can be exchanged freely, but some chips are needed - good sentences from the previous book.

"This class is still a composition class, but it is a composition reading class, everyone takes a class book seriously, and when they encounter sentences that they think are excellent or useful, they record them in their notebooks, do you understand?" Liang Chen walked back and forth in the empty passage between the desks with his hands behind his back, like a teacher invigilating.

"Can I give an opinion?" Zhou Sang stood up and said, a look of disgust on his face.

"Absolutely." Liang Chen straightened up, smiled and nodded.

"Liangzi, you fucking sit on the podium for me, in such a terrible situation, I will hammer you to death believe it or not." Zhou Sang snapped his fingers and threatened Liang Chendao.

Liang Chen suddenly felt the murderous aura condensed by the class, and he walked back to the podium quickly, sitting quietly and reading.

Thorns such as Yao Fei under the podium were teasing the originally quiet atmosphere in the class, Liang Chen didn't even warn, and said calmly: Yao Fei deducted one point.

Killing chickens and making an example of monkeys is a common trick used by Mr. Mu.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Liang Chen instructed Zeng Tong to collect the books, except for a few classmates who left, the rest were handed in one by one, there was no way, books such as "Analects" and "Steppenwolf" really had no market.

"Aren't you going to talk about something dry?" Zeng Tong asked Liang Chen while sorting out the books he received.

"That's what I'm doing!" Liang Chen thought that Zeng Tong could come to help him collect books, and he had already understood the meaning of his lesson, but Zeng Tong thought that this lesson was just a foreshadowing for him to follow, and the difference between the two people's "I thought" was 108,000 miles.

"Hey!" Zeng Tong shook his head and sighed, "Before, Xue Ji said that you Jiang Lang was exhausted, and I still had some doubts, it seems that I am going to sit down today." ”

"A little woman knows the art of a big husband." Liang Chen dragged an ancient sentence in time to refute Zeng Tong, after the last conflict with the first class of blood, Liang Chen felt that his blood was surging, and he successfully transformed from Zhuge Liang to Zhang Fei.

"I don't know, I just don't know if Mr. Mu knows."

After Zeng Tong finished speaking, Liang Chen instantly felt that she was really the father-in-law of Dongchang, Teacher Mu was her backer, she was ordered to do things, and the wind was playing, Liang Chen's back was a little cold, not that he really had these two lessons, but the difficulty of ideological education after Teacher Mu's investigation was really difficult, this was the only thing that Liang Chen felt that time was still at a normal flow rate, every minute and second was like continuing to eat Coptis chinensis, her words were like a dazed, poignant and indescribable voice of grief came into your ears, Liang Chen can only answer vaguely sometimes, he doesn't scold Teacher Mu, he is afraid of her set of ideas and tactics.

In Mr. Liang's third class, he drew a gourd according to the mold of the second class, but he left the last ten minutes.

"When Mr. Mu left, he had to explain that he had to see the homework he left, so in the last ten minutes of this class, everyone chose a paragraph or a few good sentences that they just copied in their notebooks and then expanded them into small paragraphs of one or two hundred words, and after class, they sandwiched the page of the sentence you chose and handed it in." Liang Chen said.

"Liangzi, if the sentence I copied was one or two hundred words!" "Thorn" Yao Fei began to make trouble.

"I only ask for expansion on the original sentence, I don't care how many words you copy, just expand it." Liang Chen's hand unconsciously imitated Teacher Liu's pointing and pointing movements in class, and his words showed his unquestionable attitude.

The homework erected a barrier on the podium to block Liang Chen behind him, Zeng Tong's attitude towards receiving homework was quite good, these days I am really worried about Liang Chen's mixed teaching, free-range education seems to have never succeeded in the seventh class of high school, which has been verified in different times in the past two years, Liang Chen left his homework today, and he also explained to Teacher Mu.

Zeng Tong counted his fingers, and Teacher Mu would be back in two days.