Other teachers are still in the stage of holding blood. Mr. Yang is already in the stage of hematemesis. While beating his chest, he paused. While vomiting blood one bite after another. The more you talk, the more angry you get. The more angry you are, the more you say. In the end, he was so angry that he almost hanged himself.

When other teachers saw him, they were so angry that they looked pitiful. How did the blood in his throat and eyes come up? And how to swallow it. I have to hurry up and persuade him. "Teacher Yang. You're so old. I can't be so angry with that kind of ignorant student. and if he did not have him, he would have it. Don't make a fuss out of your body. ”

Anyway, Mr. Yang's strategy is. You came to me to vent your bitterness. I can vomit better than you. You spit out a small teacup. I vomit a big water tank. You came to me and vomited blood. I can vomit better than you. You spit out a small teacup. I also vomited a big tank. You came to me to complain. I'm better than you. You send for an hour. I send it for four hours...... What. You don't dare come to me. Where's that? It's okay to do it another way. You don't dare come to me. I dare go to you. Then we are the same enemy. You don't like it.

Of course. There are a lot of jokes made up by An Ran, an unobtrusive bad student. But. From the fact that she often sends language homework to Liu Suixiang. Run to see what you see in the office. It's also a ** inseparable ...... She can always see the actor-level teacher Yang in their class holding a big bottle cup. While replenishing his saliva, he scolded Jiang Jieyun with other teachers. When it comes to excitement, it's really a hearty scolding. Foaming at the mouth.

I wanted to complain to him. As a result, the teacher who was forced to listen to his complaints. Careful. Trying to lean back without a trace. Bitter face. In order to be a little away from the range of Teacher Yang's excited spittle.

Said that other teachers would not come to him. He went to find another teacher. It's not Enron's nonsense. She had seen in the hallway the old babe of their class holding his big teacup. Squirt all the way along. The topic was sprayed with Jiang Jieyun. In fact, it was the teacher who listened to him spray Jiang Jieyun.

It's kind of like a tongue twister.

Like tongue twisters. That's right.

Because the expression on the face of the teacher who was forced to be an audience at that time was not to mention how tangled. The poor little eyes were clearly speaking. Old Yang. I'm begging you. Leave me alone. Actually, I don't want to hear it. Actually, I really want to run. Run to a quiet place to rest your ears. Wipe your face.

Mr. Yang's purpose is not difficult to understand. He just wanted to get no one to dare to complain to him about Jiang Jieyun. Otherwise. The classmates in the class had a big opinion of him. Teachers have a bigger opinion. But there are still people above that kid. If you don't use this trick. His splint is not comfortable. For the sake of self-satisfaction. Excuse me. I can only make others a little uncomfortable.

Enron thought at the time. If Mr. Yang keeps playing his superb acting skills like this. Sooner or later, one day. Comrade Jiang Jieyun is not only among the students. Among the teachers, they will also become the person who "can't name names". Follow in the footsteps of the Dark Lord.

But. Teacher Yang is Teacher Yang. is not like Enron, a guy who has lived two lives and still has low emotional intelligence. The old fox will accept it when he sees it. Stop. I know the truth that too much is too much.

It's been played. Others are not stupid either. I didn't react once or twice. I can't react three or four times.

Also knows this truth is Jiang Jieyun, the little vixen.

Let's get serious. This guy was in the first semester of junior high school. It's really infuriating. The teachers were eager to get rid of him. He'd spent a semester building a reputation for his bastard students across the school. The teachers all came to him one by one. You can go as long as you want. After the point of turning a blind eye to the elusive attendance. gradually put away the stinger on that body. Only occasionally angry people. Consolidate the results. Don't go out of use for too long. The surrounding teachers and students used his thorny durian as a meat bun. What misunderstood his attributes. Let's make some unpleasant scenes. Furthermore. Most of the time he is very quiet and self-contained as his "youknoho".

An Ran's gaze wandered back and forth on Jiang Jieyun and Xia Wei's bodies. I don't know that Jiang Jieyun is in the key high school of No. 1 Middle School. What will it look like?

Continue to be a student in this city's only provincial key school that cannot be mentioned. All the way, the teachers of the whole grade were so angry that they turned their backs.

Think about it. Enron felt that this kind of possibility did not seem to be very likely. No. 1 Middle School is not like a second-rate middle school like their 24th Middle School. In this city's only provincial focus, it can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Don't say anything else. In the lottery station, she heard a lot of people talking. What is the teacher here, what is the mayor's relative. The so-and-so student here is the son of the district chief...... I want to run amok here. Even if you have a background. Also be careful of causing outrage. Again. The purpose of a profiteer is not to be ruthless. There's really no need to make enemies for yourself.

In the Hereafter. There are some parents who want to live and die and send their children to key kindergartens. Secondary school. High school...... The purpose is not entirely for the child's learning and success. According to them, it is in those "key points". Concentrate a large number of future elites. Build a good relationship with these elites. It is to build a good network for your children's future. It's a lot of intangible wealth. Enough for him to enjoy for life.

This kind of thinking is, of course, very utilitarian. But you have to admit it. To some extent, there is a truth to this.

Others understand this truth. As the number one landlord in the city in the future, Jiang Jieyun must also understand.

So. What the hell will he do?

Another reason why he is unlikely to repeat the old way of twenty-four is Xia Wei.

No matter how An Ran thinks about it, there is a big difference between this Teacher Xia and their old fox-like Teacher Yang in terms of personality. Let this teacher Xia, who has meticulous hair and skirt folds all over his body, hold a huge tea jar. Look around for someone to spit. Enron's complete imagination cannot.

An Ran is thinking nonsense here. Xia Wei on the podium has already arranged these two days. Arrival time. The amount of various fees that should be paid. It's all packed up into a table. It's all written on the board. Ask the students to write it down on their own. If you have questions, you can ask them. Don't quibble if you make a mistake after not asking questions.

Generally speaking. When the teacher is facing the new students. I always like to talk about the glorious history of our school first. Then talk about their long way to go. Then take advantage of the situation to get off the horse or something. It makes the hearts of these freshmen tremble. The skin tightens a little. Let's be honest.

But their teacher Xia is really neat. I didn't mean to preach to them at all. Get straight to the point. The students below were still a little stunned......

That's not right. This.

Serious non-compliance with the procedure.

You should tell the history of the revolutionaries in No. 1 Middle School.

Family History.

You should educate us to cherish our time and study hard. Every day. For the Motherland. For the future. Study hard. Fecal hair coating strong ...... Yes. It's hard work.

Educational mileage.

After being stunned. It's an unbelievable snickering......

Eh...... This teacher, eh. Look. Not a bit of nonsense. How easy it is. Although it doesn't look very kind. But how simple it is.

Outcome. They didn't wait for them to finish their rejoicing. Teacher Ren Xia simply said directly. The meaning is clear......

I made it clear beforehand. If you don't understand it. Don't blame me for being rude.

Oh, my God. The new teacher is terrible.

A group of freshmen obediently pulled their ears to make little sheep shapes, and burst into tears in their hearts. Teacher Xia is mighty.

An Ran is the person who unites his classmates the most. Others cry in their hearts. Naturally, she cried too. It's just that the lines she cries are different: My mother. Our new teacher is clearly a queen. The Queen of Summer is mighty.

Queen of Summer...... Cough. Teacher Xia then found a few more people. A very powerful boy goes to get a new book. Then he directly ordered a few students to temporarily serve as acting class cadres. And write their names on the board. Give them an account. After a while, the boys brought back the new book. Ask them to follow the list of their classmates. Then you can schedule the next cleaning tasks. All kinds of work are studied and solved by themselves.

Tell the class at the same time. If there is a problem. Just press the blackboard to go to work list of cadres. Find the person in charge to solve the problem.

If the class leaders or students feel that their problems cannot be effectively solved. Go to the office and report to her.

At last. The sweep is over. Pass the inspection. It's time to go home from school. Classes will start tomorrow as normal.

Just a few words. It's arranged. And then. Queen Xia gently put the chalk in her hand into the blackboard slot. Pick up the notebook on the podium. Turn around. Leave.

The little sheep in the class blinked with watery eyes...... Crying. watched Queen Xia's straight back disappear outside the classroom door. Listen as her high heels tap against the floor of the hallway in a methodical rhythm. until it disappears. Only slowly. Slowly closed his gaze. Each other's faces were embarrassed and frightened. I couldn't help shouting again in my heart: Teacher Xia. Mighty.

An Ran felt that he had finally discovered a common characteristic of this queen-type Teacher Xia and the fox-type Teacher Yang. They all belong to the category of grasping the big and letting go of the small. In other words. They all graze sheep and graze. Shake off the king type of free.

So. What is Jiang Jieyun going to do again.

Does he want to be a little sheep from now on? "Wandering in the grassland, follow her to herd sheep". Every day, let Queen Xia hold a leather whip and "constantly beat him lightly".

"What do you see?" The little sheep held its arms. Squinted slightly at her.