At the end of the morning self-study, Lu Bowen walked to Lin Yi's seat awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"You are twisting your neck now and twisting your arms now. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
Lin Yi asked with great concern.
"No, no, no, there's nothing uncomfortable."
Lao Lu quickly denied it, and finally hesitantly said: "Um...Lin Yi, that elementary school girl this morning, I saw you had a few words with her before I left?"
"Yes, I also told her that you are Lu Bowen from Class 24 of Senior High School."
Lao Lu frowned: "If you leave my name to her, she won't deduct points."
"Brother Lu, we can't change our names or surnames, why are we afraid of her? I remember when Chen Yang called the girls' dormitory every day and left a name every time. He didn't take the dormitory aunt seriously at all."
"Why doesn't he dare to leave a font name? Because he left Xiao Haocheng from Class 14, Grade 14." Lu Bowen complained.
At that time, this matter was exposed because a senior high school senior teamed up to come to Class 14 to see the so-called "Xiao Haocheng".
Of course, Brother Xiao was furious. A set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms made the tiger and tiger angry. Chen Yang, who was always talking about cheating, also spent a long time to coax his roommate.
Lu Bowen finally realized that Lin Yi was talking nonsense and was a bit teasing, so he simply asked directly:
"Have you ever asked the elementary school girl which class she is in and what her name is?"
Lin Yi secretly laughed in his heart, but pretended to be shocked on his face: "Brother Lu, do you still have to call the door for such a trivial matter? Otherwise, as a senior, you still need to have a lot of adults..."
Lu Bowen interrupted irritably: "Just tell me if you have it?"
I’m so impatient, Lao Lu.
"No."
Lin Yi spread his hands and pointed out a clear path: "You don't really want to take revenge, do you? You can go to the student union and ask. I remember you have an acquaintance in the student union."
"Ahem."
Lu Bowen cleared his throat and said pretentiously: "Of course not. I feel that as a senior, I was indeed rude this morning."
"I'm going to apologize to my elementary school girl. If I go to the student union to ask, it seems too irritating..."
Lin Yixin thought that what you did that morning was considered rude. If it weren't for the fact that the elementary school girl was pretty and pretty, you would probably be even more rude, right?
Just flick your sleeves, say "Take the chicken feathers as an orderly arrow" and walk away coolly. Who can stop you, Brother Lu, from standing there with her for half an hour?
"Brother Lu, what day is it today?" He decided to give a hint.
Lu Bowen looked at Lin Yi's hand, which was clearly wearing his Casio, and didn't know what he meant.
As expected, women can only affect the speed at which men draw their swords.
Lao Lu's knife is already dull.
Lin Yi had to give a little more reminder: "You know that the officers of the Student Union are scheduled on a weekly basis, right?"
This is straightforward enough.
In other words, if nothing else happens, the elementary school girl will appear at this post at 6:20 today next week.
Lu Bowen's eyes lit up, he thanked Lin Yi for his advice and left thoughtfully.
Lin Yi looked at his back, and the story gradually overlapped with the story he had heard.
He knew that the elementary school girl's class had a name, but it would be interesting for Lao Lu to discover it himself, right?
Lao Lu has the habit of skipping morning runs.
A young elementary school girl takes office as a new official and is eager to start a career.
They are destined to meet together, either this time or next time. This is called fate.
Although Lin Yi still knows when they started and when they broke up.
Ten years later, the bride at Lao Lu's wedding was not her either.
So what does it matter?
…
There is a biology class today, and this is the first time that Teacher Tang, whom Lao Zhao introduced before, appears in the class.
After the school bell rang, a short and thin old man walked into the classroom. The male teacher's standard thermos cup and two textbooks were placed on the podium.
He was also dressed in ordinary clothes, except for wearing a pair of metal-framed glasses hanging on a chain, which was very rare.
When not wearing it, you can take it off and hang it on your chest, giving you a refined and elegant feeling.
This small prop instantly lifted his aura from a dry little old man to a little old man with a bit of accent.
He stood on the podium and glanced majestically at the whole class before speaking angrily: "Class!"
The squad leader immediately responded reflexively: "Stand up!"
All the students stood up and said feebly: "Hello, teacher..."
There should be a bowing movement here, but most people just tremble back and forth symbolically, as if they were swinging.
"Hello students."
Teacher Tang bowed carefully before extending his hand to signal: "Please sit down!"
He grabbed a piece of chalk, turned around and wrote only the Chinese character "Tang" on the blackboard, without even introducing his full name. His writing skills were quite impressive.
Lin Yi didn't have a deep impression of Teacher Tang before. He had a very old-school and even rigid teaching style.
The lectures are very simple and profound, but he is not as good at getting along with the students as the young teachers are, and he can occasionally make jokes.
He has very high requirements for classroom discipline. In addition to answering academic questions, he does not have any extra communication with students after class.
Teacher Tang’s class habit, especially in the first few classes, is to take the class roster and randomly answer questions.
The question is very simple, and it has two purposes:
One is to attract students' attention and keep them focused. In middle school, it was very embarrassing to be picked by the teacher but unable to answer;
The second is to get to know the new classmates who have taken over the class.
In fact, it is normal for a non-class teacher to have mismatched names and faces of all the students in the class.
After all, each teacher teaches several classes at the same time and has limited energy. Except for those students who have outstanding grades or like to ask questions, the remaining little transparent students don't even think about showing off in front of the teacher.
I even wish I didn’t know the teacher.
However, Teacher Tang’s habit is that he must know every student he is teaching, otherwise when they come to ask questions, he will be derelict in his duty if he cannot name them.
For example, the person standing up now:
"Hello, Teacher Tang. My name is Qian Jiahao. I used to come from Class 1. This question..."
Qian Jiahao's talent in attracting hatred may be over-the-top. He keeps saying the words "I am from Class 1" all day long, and even wants to have them tattooed on his forehead.
Just like in P University's public classes, some people insist on saying "I am XXX from Guanghua School of Management".
They may still feel that they are quite reserved, but bystanders who are shown their superiority are very keen on this sense of superiority.
So now not only the boys in Class 14 are unhappy with Qian Jiahao, but also the girls have opinions:
If you don't like Class 14, why are you here?
After this guy made a fool of himself in Chinese class, he actually became honest for a while, but through that text, he had already made Sima Zhao aware of his evil intentions towards Gu Caiwei.
Teacher Tang was indifferent and didn't seem to be impressed at all.
At his age, he can really say "I have never seen any students before", Qian Jiahao's moral character is not enough.
Doesn't Teacher Tang know that Class 1 is a key class?
Qian Jiahao thought to himself when he sat down.
When get out of class was over, Teacher Tang seemed to think of something before leaving and said one more sentence:
"In a few days' Teacher's Day, if your class wants to buy something for other teachers, don't prepare mine, I won't want it."