Chapter 7: Which Do You Prefer?

Principal Zhao bowed his head and raised his hand to put down his glasses, "Teacher Guan, a new student has been transferred to our Lihai today, and I plan to let her enter the top class." ”

There was no foreshadowing, he directly explained his intentions.

Guan Hongying was stunned for a moment, and reacted that Principal Zhao was going to insert a student into her class, and without waiting for her to ask, Principal Zhao handed her a document.

"Here's a profile for new students, take a look."

Guan Hongying took the document with both hands and opened it to see the name column.

"Ye Nan."

She read the name and continued to look.

During the period, Principal Zhao looked out of the door, "Classmate Ye Nan, come in." ”

Ye Nan stood in the corridor, with a black backpack on one shoulder and one hand in his pocket.

She half-squinted, looking at the playground in the distance, as if she was wandering, until she heard Principal Zhao call her, and her thoughts returned.

Turned around and walked into the office, unhurried.

After Guan Hongying finished reading Ye Nan's information, the smile on her face couldn't be contained, and her expression was slightly ugly.

She is in the top class of the third grade of high school, and any one of them in the class is a top student, which can be described as a better than a volume.

But this Ye Nan not only has a record of being dropped out of school in a fight, but his academic performance is even more like the tail of a crane, which is even more scum than tofu scum.

If a student like this arrives in her class, wouldn't it be a rat poop that ruins her pot of porridge, which will not only lower the average score of the students in her class, but also affect her to get a performance bonus.

She would never allow that to happen.

After making up her mind, Guan Hongying looked at Principal Zhao and said euphemistically, "Principal Zhao, Ye Nan is studying liberal arts, and we are in a science class, isn't it inappropriate for her to enter our class?" ”

When the words fell, Ye Nan happened to walk in.

She was holding a baseball cap in her hand, her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, even if she was looked at by many teachers, her delicate little face still had no expression.

"Classmate Ye Nan, this is Teacher Guan Hongying, the head teacher of the top class, you can find her if you have anything in the future." Principal Zhao introduced her.

"Just look for me."

The other teachers looked at each other.

I don't know if it's their delusion, they always feel that Principal Zhao is very kind to this transfer student named Ye Nan.

Could it be that this transfer student is the child of Principal Zhao's relatives?

Guan Hongying thought so in her heart, but even so, she couldn't let a scumbag like Ye Nan enter her top class.

She said bluntly, "Principal Zhao, Ye Ran is already in her third year of high school, and this juncture of transferring to another school will inevitably have an impact on learning, and the top class is different from the ordinary class, if she enters the top class with Ye Ran's grades, she will not only not be able to keep up with the progress of other students, but also feel very difficult." ”

"The most important thing is that Ye Nan studied literature before, and it is too late to transfer science after the third year of high school."

Although Principal Zhao is old, he has a clear heart.

Seeing that Guan Hongying was not willing to let Ye Nan enter her class, he squinted, the old god was in the tunnel, "Teacher Guan, teaching and educating people, you can't just look at the grades." ”

Guan Hongying disagreed, in her opinion, grades are everything, and everything else is false.

She glanced at Ye Ran and said, "Principal Zhao, I am also thinking about classmate Ye, after all, not everyone can stay in the top class, with classmate Ye's current grades, he can't keep up with the progress when he reaches the top class, in my opinion, classmate Ye should make up for the basic knowledge points now, and it is best to stay one level and transfer to the second class of high school." ”

Principal Zhao frowned, and a cold voice sounded next to him, "Principal Zhao, I won't enter the top class, just find me a class." ”

Principal Zhao looked at her, thought for a while, turned to look at the other teachers, and cleared his throat, "Please stand up for a moment with the head teachers of the science class." ”

What is the expression of eating melons and suddenly eating yourself, just look at the head teachers of the science class.

They all looked confused.

But the teachers still stood up according to Principal Zhao's words.

Principal Zhao asked gently, "Ye Nan, look at these teachers, which one do you like?" ”

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

The teachers' jaws were about to drop, and they suddenly had the illusion that the ancient queen mother chose a concubine for the emperor.

Whichever teacher you like, you will go to the teacher's class.

The first time I've heard of it, it's okay to do this.

"Principal Zhao, Teacher Pan hasn't stood up yet." One of the teachers mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

Principal Zhao looked at the last corner by the window.

A man sleeps on a table, thin, wearing a white shirt, his whole face buried in the crook of his arm, so that people can't see it.

He also had a basketball at his feet and a case of Coke.

Principal Zhao coughed lightly, "Pan Zhou." ”

Pan Zhou didn't react.

The teacher next to him pushed him and shouted in a low voice, "Teacher Pan, wake up." ”

Pan Zhou moved, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "What's the matter, is the canteen open?" ”

"Poof."

I don't know who around couldn't help but laugh.

"Principal Zhao called you." A teacher who usually has a good relationship with Pan Zhou looks at him frantically.

Pan Zhou just woke up, still confused, "Huh? ”

Ye Nan glanced at him and suddenly spoke, "Principal Zhao, I want to enter Teacher Pan's class." ”

As soon as these words came out, the other teachers breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, no one wants to have more than one student in their class who is dragging their feet.

Principal Zhao was stunned, his expression slightly complicated, "Are you sure?" ”

Ye Nan nodded his head, "Hmm." ”

Before Pan Zhou could figure out what the situation was, he saw Principal Zhao looking at him and made a final decision, "Pan Zhou, classmate Ye Nan will be transferred to your class from today." ”

Pan Zhou blinked, and then noticed the girl standing next to Principal Zhao, stunned.

Immediately, he stood up and applauded, and said happily, "Ye Nan, you are welcome to join our big collective in Class 5, my name is Pan Zhou, I am the head teacher of Class 5, responsible for teaching chemistry and biology." ”

Halfway through speaking, he leaned over and took a can of Coke from the box, walked over and handed it to her, "Here, this is a greeting gift, and every student in the class has it." ”

Ye Nan stretched out his hand to take it and thanked him.

Pan Zhou replied with a smile and was unkind, and a document was suddenly handed to him.

"Teacher Pan, this is the information of classmate Ye, congratulations." Guan Hong's English anger hides a bit of schadenfreude.

Pan Zhou caught the document and flipped through it casually.

When he saw Ye Nan's past achievements, he was surprised at the beginning and numb at the end.

A little girl who looks so good, can actually fight?

Really?

But he quickly adjusted his mentality, closed the file, and still had that temperless smile, "It's okay, classmate Ye, our fifth class is mainly a happy education, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself." ”

Ye Nan, "...... Good. ”

Principal Zhao raised his glasses, "Teacher Pan, then you take Ye Nan through the formalities." ”

Pan Zhou nodded, ignored the sympathetic gazes of the other teachers, and took Ye Nan to go through the formalities.

As soon as Principal Zhao left, the office was like a pot of boiling water, chattering.

"Pity Teacher Pan, there is another difficult one in the class."

Guan Hongying sneered, "I think he's quite willing." ”