Jiang Shan, a big girl in Beiping, laughed forward and backwards, Han Qing was too conformist, only Jiang Xun's head was whimsical, and it was interesting to be with such a male classmate.

"In this way, let's sleep for a while, and we'll go first." Jiang Shan said with a smile, although she was a female classmate, she really had a lot of ideas, "I'll contact the Hu Jun group and Xu Fan group again, and we'll take turns." ”

The school has just started, and the pressure is great, and the students have not yet recovered from the holidays, which is pressing.

"Yes, let's go second in the group." This kind of thing, He Bing dared to rush to the front, "As soon as I heard it, I knew that this was Xunzi's idea, and others didn't lose as much as him." ”

Hu Jun also agrees that the more he thinks about it, the more interesting it becomes, and the more he thinks about it, the more worthwhile it becomes.

Teacher Yan Gang lives in the teacher's dormitory of Chinese opera, and coincidentally, it is still a single dormitory.

"There's no girlfriend coming over tonight, is it?" Han Qing pressed the flashlight, and suddenly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, pretending to be a dead corpse, trying to scare Jiang Shan.

"Look at Qingzi, it's strange to be sympathetic." Jiang Shan is not afraid at all, in the Chinese opera campus, she is afraid of a ghost, "I haven't heard that Teacher Yan Gang has a ......"

Jiang Xun took the flashlight and shone it into the sky, and a shining pillar of light suddenly shot into the depths of the universe......

Bang bang bang –

The knock on the door in the quiet night was particularly clear, Jiang Xun looked at his watch, and it was twelve and fifteen in the evening.

"Who, it's ...... so late" Teacher Yan Gang got up in a panic, I don't know what happened, and then a crisp sound came, as if the water cup had knocked over on the ground.

"Teacher Yan, it's us, Jiang Shan, Jiang Xun, Han Qing......" The three of them reported to their homes in turn, "We have a new idea." ”

New ideas?

There was silence in the room for a while, but Teacher Yan Gang still opened the door, and the three of them entered.

After only twenty minutes, the three of them were kicked out, "Think about it and tell me again tomorrow morning." Teacher Yan Gang yawned in the back.

"What's the matter, is it done?" Hu Jun didn't sleep at all in the dormitory, and a few people were playing poker.

"How can this be done?" Jiang Xun smiled and took the cards in Hu Jun's hand, "It's up to you now, alas, this card is one less 2, and it would be nice to have another 2." ”

"Well, isn't 2 out?" Wang Ban smiled and pouted at Hu Jun's back, "You guys are the first group, how much artillery fire will this second group have to withstand Teacher Yan Gang......"

At two o'clock, Hu Jun took Li Hongtao and others to knock on Teacher Yan Gang's door again, and He Bing knocked on the door again at three o'clock.

Tossed back and forth until almost half past four, Xu Fan's group went, and Teacher Yan Gang finally stopped opening the door, "Teacher, we have an idea." Chen Xiaoyi shouted directly.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, see you tomorrow in the rehearsal room." Teacher Yan Gang's door was closed, and it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Sleepless nights in Chinese drama.

Teacher Yan Gang didn't sleep all night, Jiang Xun and Hu Jun, He Bing, Xu Fan, Chen Xiaoyi, Jiang Shan, played poker until dawn.

"You said, Teacher Yan Gang hasn't slept all night, do you have to hate us to death," Xu Wei gritted his teeth and gritted his fritters, "He won't clean us up today." ”

Everyone immediately thought of Teacher Wang Zhiwen, who came to Yin that time, and almost didn't lay down the eighth and seventh classes.

"Why are you looking at me," Xu Fan was unhappy, "It's a big guy's doing, you have to think about it together, don't you?" ”

Want to get sick?

The dog-headed military advisors in this class are Jiang Xun and He Bing.

"Let me first declare that I don't have as many eyes as Xunzi," He Bing's words pushed Jiang Xun to the cusp, "This idea has to be taken by Xunzi, of course, the responsibility ......"

Everybody carry!

Jiang Xun just said it, but saw Hu Jun, He Bing, Li Hongtao, and Wang Ban...... All pointed at him, "You carry it!" ”

Jiang Xunle, I belong to myself to make trouble, but when it comes down to trouble, he still thinks of a trick, what to do, to retreat as advance.

"I said, don't be idle, come with me, and move the guys."

……

The next day, Mr. Yan Gang's two eyes were like giant pandas.

He yawned but was afraid that the students would see it, so his head shrunk into his neck, and he had to turn his head to make the big guy look happy.

But this is definitely a ruthless person, and the acting class he teaches can be described in one sentence——— hard, tired, and hungry.

Every week, he requires class 87 to hand in four sketches, and with this trick, he often makes everyone unable to sleep and stays up late to make sketches.

Squeak –

Teacher Yan pushed open the door of the classroom, and took the physical class first in the morning, he squinted for a while, and he didn't know what happened to these students. However, he decided not to give them a good look, he wanted to punish them severely, and not let the teacher sleep all night.

Well, he's going to find out who started it and clean him up fiercely.

Huh-

He suddenly noticed that something was wrong in the classroom, pushed open the door, and a spear was facing him, and a bayonet was also on the lid of the 38th Congress.

"What are you doing here?"

Yan Gang bypassed the 38 big cover, but he almost touched a big knife, and when he walked up to the podium, he was speechless.

A crooked machine gun was placed on the podium table, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the audience, as if it would be able to surprise these unconscious students in a moment.

"Yo, yo, I went to the wrong classroom, or I arrived at the filming site, this is going to make a modern war movie......" Yan Gang couldn't help but want to laugh.

This group of children simply borrowed all the knives and guns in the prop room, and hung them all over the classroom.

"Report to the teacher, please shoot us with a machine gun! We really don't have a sketch to hand in. Hu Jun stood up with a sad face, as if he really wanted him to die immediately, in fact, this morning he ate four steamed buns, an egg, and a bowl of gruel, and ate until he was full of burps.

"That's right, Mr. Yan, we are thin-skinned and can't hand in sketches, so we might as well commit suicide...... Everybody wants to die, doesn't they? Jiang Xun agitated.

"Yes, I want to hang ......"

"I hit the tree ......"

"I cut my wrists ......"

"I swallow gold...... Han Qing shouted excitedly, but he was immediately intercepted by He Bing, "Do you have gold, the master who drinks banlan root all day long, besides, don't swallow gold, give me the gold, and I will replace it with glass ballast for you......"

Grandma's, Han Qing stretched out her hand and wanted to give He Widow a slap.

"Teacher, do I want to support myself, you are tired, just invite me to eat three roast ducks at noon." Wang Ban smiled shamelessly, "It's best to add a big glass of KFC Coke." ”

Yo, this method of supporting death is still a combination of Chinese and Western.

Is this still a student, this is a bunch of human spirits, a bunch of thorns, a bunch of bastards, and it's also ...... A group of children, Teacher Yan smiled, he likes such students.

He walked in the classroom with a smile, everyone immediately stopped talking, they all calmed down, and Teacher Wang Zhiwen also looked at them like this back then, "Say, why don't you say it, don't you all want to die, I will fulfill you, we won't take this class, just open an elective course, no, compulsory course, today is a quiz in class, each of you will die for me today, I died badly, and my grades are zero." ”

Looking at the bitterness on everyone's faces, Yan Gang was very proud, "The results will be counted in the midterm exam, okay, let's start, which of you will die first?" ”