The head teacher, who finished reporting his name, paused, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, put down the water glass, and continued to say earnestly:

"For now, I've only drawn up these lists for the time being. Everyone entered this experimental art class with their own skills. The previous results, everything is cleared, and all the glory is returned to the past. Today, you're all on the same starting line. Most of this class has standardized mechanisms and methods for you to learn, if you feel a little more relaxed under my kindness, I still hope that this is the space for you to be creative, however, art must withstand people who sit on the cold bench for a long time......"

The sentences are peaceful, and the words are sound.

Gu Ling listened to Jun's words and liked this kind Teacher Mao even more.

It wasn't until many years later that she recalled the day of her first year of high school, and she couldn't help but sigh how lucky she was to be a student of Teacher Mao. That's for later.

The head teacher said a few more words and handed over the time to them. He took out the white paper he was holding in the document book, turned around and pressed it against the wall, a striking and clean place.

The class schedule on this arrangement started the first day of the three classes that belonged to Jiangzhong.

A relaxed and pleasant Chinese class, accompanied by the ringing bell of the end of class, just passed.

The Chinese teacher who taught them was a female teacher named Liqing, taken from "Donglan Pear Blossom" in "A snow plant in Donglan, and life is clear." "It has the implication of living in the world and being self-purifying.

Everyone calls her Teacher Pear, who is thin and thin, wears a pair of thin-framed glasses, and has a momentum that is not contradictory to this, but her body is full of intellectuality and gentle temperament, perhaps due to her precipitation of teaching and reading widely for many years.

In Ms. Pear's class, she told about her own unique teaching methods and ways for this group of childish students, and she was disdainful of the cramming teaching.

After class, someone told me that this pear teacher is a provincial special teacher who has worked hard to bring out many provincial champions in liberal arts and is famous in major famous schools, which shows that the overall level of the class language in her hands has improved the fastest in a year.

"I can't see it, Mr. Pear is so good!" The boy who listened was stunned, and then thought of the humble teacher in the class, and it was a little incredible.

A group of people communicated together, and they realized that the unique and neat female aura of Teacher Ewha was derived from self-confidence - supported by her strong knowledge.

On the morning of the first day, the course ended with the strong combination of language, mathematics and English.

Mathematics teacher Xin Zhiting, petite, was mistaken by the students for a female classmate who entered the wrong class when she first entered the class, because she joined the class not long ago, but her mathematical thinking is top-notch, and the way of teaching is also the most lively, and she will always helplessly emphasize discipline in the laughter of the students.

These three backbone teachers are the most gentle among the Chinese pear teachers. And Wang Qiong, an English teacher in her forties, gives the most serious impression. In her full class, the smile was less than two minutes.

His face is stern, and his steps are like flying.

She picked up the book and shook off the fine dust that had fallen on it, with a determination that could shake the air.

Not only did the students experience the destruction of all evil English, but also under the strict teacher who did not smile, the strings in their brains were tense, which can be imagined.

It wasn't until the end of class that there was no trace of Teacher Wang on the stage, and everyone muttered on the table, feeling sad.

In the roll call of class, Qiao Ran hurriedly asked Gu Ling for a few strange words and escaped the catastrophe, and he was in a very good mood at this time. Putting the book back in the mezzanine, he asked with a smile:

"Little fairy, do you live on campus?"

"I live outside." Gu Ling, who was still signing his name repeatedly in the book, replied without raising his head after listening.

Qiao Ran suddenly lay on the table like a deflated ball, knocking his chin.

"Ah...... I moved in yesterday, so it's no wonder I can't see you," he said, shaking his unconscious hand, and after thinking about it, he asked again:

"Then you don't live far away?"

Gu Ling stopped his pen and recalled the address that his mother had said, "In the Jinjia Community on Chaoxin Road, it is ten minutes away." ”

"It's so close, I don't know where it is now, forget it, I'll know later." She doesn't live near Jiangzhong, which is why her family lives too far away, so she can only choose to live in the school.

, Gu Lingkuai was infected by the Buddhist system where her old god was present, but this is somewhat similar to herself, Jiangcheng is very large, sitting in a prefecture-level city, many students choose to live in the school in terms of distance, but my mother moved here, breaking the way of Weiyuan.

As soon as the sun appeared outside the window, it was a little hot.

When the school bell rang in Jiangzhong, the students in the class waited for Teacher Xin to go out, and they immediately closed their books and stood up as if they were a different person, full of excitement.

Gu Ling also put his homework into his schoolbag, picked up his backpack, and prepared to go out with Qiao Ran, who was packing.

At this moment, the boys in the back aisle stepped forward and secretly pushed the person in front of them to get to know the girl in the first place.

But when the girl looked at her casually, she suddenly fell silent, and no one was embarrassed to talk.

With her schoolbag on her back, she was obviously waiting for Qiao Ran, and Xu Ziyan, who was in the middle, saw it, and she had an idea, and Qiao Ran, who had a lot of words, raised her eyebrows:

"I don't know if you don't stand up, so you're so short?"

Qiao Ran lifted his feet for a moment, and his face was full of incredulity:

"Do you say me?" clenched his fist, "Come here, look at my fist, you say another word?" ”

He was supposed to lead the way for his brothers, but he didn't intend to give his life.

Xu Ziyan took the hand of the person next to him, "It's okay to beat my friend, but it's not okay to beat me!" ”

The words amused Qiao Ran and Gu Ling. And Chen Yun, who was standing on the side to block his fist, had small eyes that were still smiling, but when he suddenly heard these words, he was the same as Qiao Ran's reaction before, his face was surprised, and before he could turn around to protest, Xu Ziyan hurriedly pushed him and waved his hand at them.

"Qiao Ran, class representative, see you in the afternoon~"

Xu Jishen, who fell at the end, raised a shy smile, waved his hand to her, and then walked out of the door.

I don't know the vivid careful thinking of this group of men, Qiao Ran is still sticking his waist in, puffing out, "Hmph, I know how to slip away!" ”

After a while, the four or five boys had disappeared in front of the door, and Gu Ling tugged at the belt that had fallen on her waist.

"Let's go."

"Little fairy, I'm not short, I'm still growing my body."

"Hmm."

"Hehe, I know, look, am I about the same height as you?"

"Yes."

“......”

"Little fairy, you haven't even seen it!"

Gu Ling: Why is it so difficult to coax?

Qiao Ran: Why is it so hard to coax me? (wrinkled into a bun face)