The holiday of the Heroes Festival is over, and those who should go to work go to work, and those who should go to school go to school.

Mu Qingyun sat on the seat with her chin propped up, slowly looked up and watched the head teacher, Teacher Zhang, enter the door, followed by a polite young man, as soon as she saw this person, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Teacher Zhang said: "This is the new intern history teacher in our school, surnamed Jia, you can call it Teacher Jia, Teacher Jia will have been observing and learning in our class for the past few days." ”

Applause erupted.

The students exchanged heads, obviously very excited.

The new teacher looks quite eye-catching, with a regular head and a bit of a cold star appearance that has become popular recently.

It's the one that looks tough and handsome.

Teacher Zhang patted the table: "Be quiet." Teacher Jia, introduce yourself and find a place to sit down. ”

Teacher Jia nodded, his eyebrows did not move, and his expression was solemn: "My name is Jia Junhao, and in the next year, I will become a member of the class and learn from you teachers." You can call me Teacher Jia, or you can call Brother Jia if you want. ”

After speaking, this tough and handsome history teacher sat in the empty seat next to Mu Qingyun with a pair of long legs.

The students in the room all had expressions of worship to the great god.

Mu Qingyun lowered his voice and smiled bitterly: "Why didn't Teacher Xiaofang just come by himself?" ”

"He's the boss, the one who pays, and of course I'm the one who does the work."

The new intern history teacher in their class, Mu Qingyun was not familiar with it, but he also knew that it was Jia Junhao, who was still performing the duties of a bodyguard in the ancient city until the end.

The people of Qiao's group jokingly called him a silent son, and they didn't know what to say.

Today's he is very different from when he was in the ancient city, the skin on his face is much whiter and tenderer, the scars are gone, he is very young, and he has no sense of disobedience when he stands on the podium of the high school classroom.

The only problem is that it looks a little tenderer, and it's no problem to pretend to be a student.

If those young stars have this ability, it is estimated that they can play seventeen or eighteen teenagers at the age of thirty or forty.

Mu Qingyun was surprised.

Jia Junhao took out a contract from his backpack and handed it to Mu Qingyun: "Show it to you." ”

When Mu Qingyun saw it, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "You are so versatile?" ”

The contract wrote that Jia Junhao would be responsible for her all-round training. In terms of mathematics, physics and chemistry, biology, geography, history, etc., as well as many foreign languages.

This is a hurdle that must be overcome.

Others, such as art, painting, vocal music, sculpture, piano, violin, etc. In addition, what ancient martial arts, driving, skydiving, rock climbing, parkour, wilderness survival......

Learn everything.

Jia Junhao said softly: "Our Mr. Qiao is just used to signing the contract more comprehensively, and these are the needs of classmate Mu." Of course, most of my skills as an instructor are fine, and some of my skills are insufficient, and I can also find reliable people to be responsible. ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

Before, she was worried about how to maximize the 'Heavenly Reward for Diligence' to the limit, so as not to bury it.

Now I suddenly feel that if her life is all about learning, she can't live that life.

"Joe has always read my scripts and come to the conclusion that he has to rebuild me?" Mu Qingyun thought about it carefully and nodded helplessly, "Hey, too." ”

As soon as the words fell, the silent son suddenly reached out on her shoulder, and pressed lightly on her back, Mu Qingyun involuntarily straightened his back, and his shoulders tightened slightly.

"Adjust your breathing."

As he spoke, he lightly took his elbow and tapped Mu Qingyun's Zhongfu, Cloud Gate.

In an instant, Mu Qingyun seemed to hear that there was an air flow surging inside her body, and it exploded several times, her breathing first stagnated, and suddenly a surging breath rushed around in her lungs, and her body suddenly felt a subtle pressure.

"Don't move, hold."

Mr. Zhang also talked about the precautions for the next 'disaster drill' on the podium.

In the Ming Kingdom, a person has to go through countless disaster drills since birth, and everyone is the same, without exception.

However, in this day and age, most disaster drills are just going through the motions, and the only ones that really have some role to remember are junior high school admission, high school admission, college admission, and graduation three times.

If you want to enter politics after graduation, or if you want to enter a top first-class company, the transcript of the disaster drill is serious hard currency.

The disaster drills of several high schools in Taoshi are staggered, with the first middle school, the second middle school, the fifth middle school, and their thirteenth middle school, all of which are held one month after the first year of high school and after the Heroes Festival holiday.

"The task of this class meeting, first, is to absolutely maintain one's own demeanor. Second, refine the key points of the class teacher. Third, the first 20 pages of the history textbook are memorized backwards. ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

"Well, it's a good time to do drills."

Jia Junhao said with a smile.

Mu Qingyun was helpless, she didn't feel good at all, she was afraid that she was tired to death every day during the exercise, and if she had to accept Jia Junhao's poison at the end, how desolate it would be.

Rolling his eyes slightly, Mu Qingyun put the recorder on the table, opened the history book and quickly began to read silently, without giving half of the attention of the head teacher on the podium at all.

Jia Junhao's eyes flashed slightly, a little surprised, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

He has also trained a few people for Mr. Qiao, some are obedient and some are disobedient, but usually when he asks people to do two things at the same time, those who are obedient will be single-minded, like Mu Qingyun, who is obedient and knows what he should do, and is very good at grasping the key points.

He is not Bole, and he does not have the eyes of Mr. Qiao, I don't know if people like Mu Qingyun will have greater achievements in the future, anyway, he appreciates it now.

Mu Qingyun recognized Qiao Tian's requirements for her in her heart, so she was very well-behaved, and she had the strength to ignore what was going on outside the window and only read the sage books.

Teacher Zhang talked about the precautions for a while, looked at the watch, and then explained, let the big guy study on their own, and she went out to talk to the English teacher.

After a while, the buzz in the classroom grew louder and louder.

Many students began to frantically pass on exam papers, workbooks, and make up all kinds of homework.

Obviously, a twelve-day holiday of the 'Hero's Festival' has made some students play wild and forget their homework for a long time.

Mu Qingyun's homework is done, but as an ordinary errand student, she has no sense of existence in the class, so naturally no one asks her to borrow it.

In addition to wailing and shouting to make up homework, the rest are discussing the new teacher Jia Junhao.

Although everyone has only been in school for a month, the teachers have only been teaching them for a month.

But when a new person comes, even if it is only a month earlier, it becomes an old person, and naturally there is no new eye-catching.

What's more, Jia Junhao also has such a face that is not ordinary at all.

Wang Mengmeng didn't finish her homework, but she didn't have much left, and at this time, while grabbing Mu Qingyun's math workbook to copy, she glanced at Jia Junhao and whispered, "You and the new teacher are familiar so quickly?" Hee-hee, I think he's very easy-going, our history teacher will retire next year, he's here to take the class? It's so handsome. ”

The corners of Mu Qingyun's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start for a while, and swallowed it back.

Can you afford the salary from the school?

Wang Mengmeng's voice lowered a little, and said mysteriously: "I heard ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a roar outside the classroom.

The whole classroom fell silent.

A group of classmates crowded to the window, and the door looked out.

Wang Mengmeng also leaned over, glanced at it and retracted it, dumbfounded: "Mom, hell." ”

How could there be a Mu Aizhen outside?

The two teachers were standing in the corridor, talking to Sun Xiaomei and another old man who was over half a hundred years old, Mu Aizhen was not wearing a school uniform, her face was gloomy, and the voice just now was the movement of her smashing her schoolbag on the ground.

"Her face is almost as stretched as the upper of her shoes, how can you say, by the way, like a mourner?"

Wang Mengmeng grabbed Mu Qingyun's hand and dragged her to the door of the classroom in a daze.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.

"Now, why did you come to our school? Transfer? I remember that she used to refuse to even touch the stone lion in front of the gate of our school, and told a few of her best friends that she was worried that this place would ruin her luck. ”

Teacher Zhang and Sun Xiaomei were indeed discussing transfers.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

During the previous holidays, this one was also dancing with his teeth and claws.

A few days ago, Sun Xiaomei was still proud, her daughter was studying in a key high school, with first-class grades, and the proud face of a famous university, and by the way, she demoted their school and teachers to the third grandson.

In the corridor, Mu Aizhen stalked her neck, her eyes were red, her whole body was tense, and she stepped on her schoolbag with her feet.

Crunch, squeak.

The two teachers looked back at her in unison, frowning slightly.

Sun Xiaomei's face changed.

Another transfer student who came with her, named Gao Xiaowei, also had a dark face, but he hid it well and did not show much displeasure, then he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Aizhen, and said with a smile: "Okay, I was wrong, I shouldn't have recruited you." ”

He turned to the two teachers and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I pulled Classmate Mu's braid just now and accidentally annoyed her." ”

Of course, the teachers knew that the child was relieving the siege, but in the face of these children, the teachers should also pay attention to strategy, save the donkey from the slope, and ease their faces.

"I need you to pretend to be a good person!?"

Mu Aizhen was instantly furious, her eyes were red, and she glared at Gao Xiaowei through gritted teeth, "You are very happy and proud, aren't you?" Do you think it's great to transfer with me? ”

"Righteous anger? Who wants your ghost righteousness! We're done, do you understand? really reduced to such a dilapidated school, in this life, you, me, we no longer have any hope of getting ahead. ”

"Do you understand?"

While yelling, she grabbed her schoolbag violently and slammed it out, and in an instant, the schoolbag spread out, and the pencil case, dictionary, and water cup inside flew around in a mess by inertia.

Many of the students around were stunned.

Gao Xiaowei was also stunned on the spot.

Mu Aizhen threw the 'hidden weapon', which was simply a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, all over the place, which frightened the students to dodge one after another, and they couldn't wait to give birth to wings and fly quickly.

The most unlucky were the two teachers, who bore the brunt.

Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his eyes, only to see a teacup and a box of cakes flying towards his head, and he was suddenly startled.

Jia Junhao's hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed Mu Qingyun's wrist, and took her hand around like a feather.

A small pen was pointed, and the teacup and cake were sent back with such light force, and landed steadily on the windowsill not far away.

None of the nuts on the cake have fallen.

"Next time you come."

Jia Junhao said with a smile.

Mu Qingyun suddenly felt blessed, threw away the pen, held the book in both hands, and swept it like a racket.

The pencil case and workbook that hit Teacher Zhang's face flew back upside down one after the other and landed firmly on the schoolbag.

Jia Junhao's eyes opened slightly, exhaled, and silently recited, "Don't be jealous, jealousy is poison." ’

Mu Aizhen turned her head, just met Mu Qingyun's face, tears came out of her eyes little by little, and she suddenly raised her head and grabbed Sun Xiaomei: "Mom, I don't read the thirteenth middle school, I don't read." ”

Sun Xiaomei was so distressed: "Okay, let's not read, is it okay to go to Wanhua High School?" ”

"Woo, Mom!"

The mother hugged her head and cried.

Wang Mengmeng was speechless: "Wanhua High School is a private high school, with a tuition fee of 68,000 a year, which is still a small amount." ”

The two teachers over there were also speechless.

Mu Qingyun smiled, don't care why she is not in the first middle school, as long as she doesn't come to the thirteenth middle school.

It's annoying.