The class teacher of Class 7, Grade 2, is called He Yulan. She is about forty years old, has short, ear-length hair, and wears a pair of black-framed myopia glasses. Her face, which usually never smiles, is even more gloomy at this moment.
The reason why wrong language can have a huge destructive effect is sometimes not only because of the language itself, but also because of the mentality of the listener.
Yang Fan made an unintentional remark because of his wandering mind, which made Lei Ting dumbfounded and thought there was something wrong with his brain. The principal was shocked and laughed and sprayed tea. However, when He Yulan came here, Yang Fan was completely defined as a ruffian and a bastard.
A bad student like a gangster.
So when He Yulan appeared at the door of the office, her stern face under the black-framed glasses became even more murderous. In Yang Fan's eyes, the face that could still be called charming only had three words: "Black-faced God!"
"Do I owe you a lot of money? How about a careless remark that makes you look longer than a donkey?" Yang Fan, who had no good impression of the teacher, couldn't help but curse in his heart.
In Yang Fan's world, what does it mean to say the same thing? What's so strange about interfering in public?
"Haha, Teacher He is here." Principal Zhang saw He Yulan appearing at the door of his office and greeted with a smile: "They are the two new students who have come to report, Yang Fan and Lei Ting." After saying this, Principal Zhang turned to
And to Yang Fan and Lei Ting, he said: "This is your class teacher, Teacher He Yulan."
Lei Ting stood up and said respectfully: "Hello, Teacher He."
Yang Fan stood up reluctantly, still looking like he was dying, and said in a feeble tone: "He...Old...Teacher...Okay."
He Yulan's face became more and more clouded. She nodded gloomily, and turned to Principal Zhang and said, "I'll take them to the classroom right now." As she spoke, her eyes swept over the faces of Yang Fan and Lei Ting.
, but when he glanced at Yang Fan, he gave him a fierce look.
"You two, come with me." After He Yulan said this, she left the principal's office.
Looking at He Yulan's back in front of him, Yang Fan rolled his eyes. Not only did he not want to come to school to be an undercover agent, but his new class teacher probably didn't want to see students like him either.
Opposite the office building is the teaching building. The teaching building is six stories high. The first and second floors are the classrooms of the first grade students. The third and fourth floors are the classrooms of the second grade students. The fifth and sixth floors are the classrooms of the third grade students. Class 7 of the second grade students.
The classroom is on the westernmost side of the third floor.
The door of the classroom of Class 7, Grade 2, is open. On the podium, a male teacher about the same height as Yang Fan is sitting there, concentrating on a book on the table. There was originally some noise in the classroom, but there was
He Yulan suddenly became quiet after appearing at the door.
The male teacher noticed something and turned to look outside the door. When he saw He Yulan, he immediately stood up and said, "Teacher He." His attitude did not sound like a teacher greeting the teacher, but more like a student's instinctive reaction when meeting the teacher.
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He Yulan walked directly into the classroom, went up to the podium, clapped her hands and said, "These two are the new transfer students, Yang Fan and Lei Ting. From now on, we will be classmates, and we must help each other and love each other." After saying this, He Yulan looked at
After looking at the empty seats in the classroom, he said to Yang Fan and Lei Ting: "You two, please sit in the back seats first, and I will change your seats at the next class meeting."
Seeing Yang Fan and Lei Ting sitting down at their designated seats, He Yulan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Teacher Wang, please continue." After saying this, He Yulan left the classroom.
Teacher Wang went to the door and looked out, then turned around and said with a smile: "Teacher He is gone, everyone can continue."
"Yeah!" Cheers suddenly erupted in the classroom, but they were deliberately suppressed.
Immediately, some took out novels from their desks to read, and some lowered their voices to chat. Yang Fan's sharp eyes saw a man and a woman lying in another corner of the last row of his own, secretly kissing...
As for Teacher Wang on the podium, he turned a blind eye to all this.
This made Yang Fan sigh with emotion: Why didn't I meet such a nice and humane teacher when I was in school?
Lei Ting, who was sitting next to Yang Fan, muttered in a low voice: "What's going on with this teacher?"
The boy in front turned around, turned to Lei Tingmei and smiled: "You're new here, don't you know the situation? This is our history teacher Wang Dongyang. He never cares about us, and does whatever he likes to toss us. He also often protects us."
"What about the other teachers?" Yang Fan asked.
"Other teachers? Apart from the head teacher, who takes care of us? Who dares to take care of us? This is Class 7! The class at the bottom, do you know what it means?" the boy said proudly.
Yang Fan understands, has he entered the legendary scum class? But having said that, a gangster like himself and a gang member are only suitable for being in the scum class. It shows that God still has eyes.
Thinking that the students in this class were likely to follow the same path as himself in the future, Yang Fan had a great impression of Class 7, Grade 2.
"By the way, my name is Wang Yi." The boy introduced himself: "I have a nickname called Bao Wenqi. In this school, as long as you want to know something, I will definitely be able to ask you about it. However, it is not free.
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"How much does it cost to ask you about something?" Lei Ting asked curiously.
"Hey, it depends on what you want to inquire about." Wang Yi looked like a profiteer: "When you need to inquire about anything, come to me to discuss the price."
At this time, Teacher Wang Dongyang on the podium spoke: "Wang Yi, don't fool me with this kind of crappy book in the future. This author is called Dongmen Braggadocio? He is really bragging, and he doesn't understand any historical knowledge.
Do you want to learn how to write time travel history? There is nothing interesting about this book other than knocking down women." As he spoke, Wang Dongyang also raised the book in his hand.
Yang Fan saw the four big words on the cover of the book: Wives and concubines in groups.
Wang Yi said with a smile: "Teacher Wang, aren't we just looking at knocking him down?"
All the students shouted together: "Oh, ho! Push it down! Push it down!"
Lei Ting's face turned pale.
Teacher Wang was very aware of the teacher at this time: "Students, please be quiet. This question belongs to extracurricular content, so we should not discuss it in class. By the way, class is about to end, and I will give you some extracurricular homework first. This
Haven't you all been reading this book recently? Well, then, I'll write an article and hand it in. From a historical perspective, everyone can find faults with this book and see what common-sense historical mistakes it has made."
"Hooray!" the classmates shouted together.
"Okay, get out of class is over." Wang Dongyang stood up gracefully, tucked "Wives and Concubines" under his armpit and walked out of the classroom.
"Hey, hey, Teacher Wang, don't forget to return it to me as soon as possible after reading it." Wang Yi stood up and shouted: "In bookstore rentals, the bill is fifty cents a day."
"I know, it's a pirated copy. What about it?" Wang Dongyang said, but he had already left the classroom.
This teacher is interesting, Yang Fan thought with a smile.
After class, the classroom was not as noisy as it was during class. For no other reason than most students had already left the classroom.
"Wang Yi, I want to ask you something." Yang Fan suddenly thought of this matter and grabbed Wang Yi who left his seat.
"What's the matter?" Wang Yi said immediately: "There is a fee for asking me about things."
"Which one is Xiao Jingyi?" Yang Fan seemed to have not heard Wang Yi's words and asked the question.
Wang Yi's eyes widened and he said: "Okay, buddy, are you here to pick up girls?" After saying this, Wang Yi stretched out his hand: "It's not a big deal, ten yuan."
Yang Fan didn't waste any time and directly took out ten yuan and slapped it in Wang Yi's hand.
"Xiao Jingyi is not in our class, she is in Class 8." Wang Yi put away the ten dollars and said: "This Xiao Jingyi is a famous iceberg beauty. Apart from this, I know nothing about her. If you still
If you want to know other information about Xiao Jingyi, don't ask. If I don't even know, no one in the whole school will know."
Yang Fan had already filtered out Wang Yi's next words, because there was only one sentence in his mind right now, Xiao Jingyi is in Class 8...
"Xiao Jingyi is actually in Class 8? Why was I assigned to Class 7? Didn't Big Brother say that everything has been taken care of?" Yang Fan was extremely depressed at this time.
I didn’t want to come to school as an undercover agent to protect Xiao Jingyi, but I also met a black-faced head teacher. The most important thing is that Xiao Jingyi is in Class 8? Not in the same class as me? How can I protect her? Whose bodyguard lives next door?
Uh, by the way, it's not just next door. There are seven classrooms on each floor of this teaching building. My Class 7 happens to be on the third floor, and Xiao Jingyi's Class 8 is on the fourth floor.
"Holy crap, what the hell is going on? No, I have to call my elder brother and ask." Yang Fan thought to himself, stood up and walked out of the classroom. Only to find someone blocking him.
"Let me." Yang Fan saw that the boy standing in front of him was the boy who was sitting in the corner and secretly kissing in class.
"Newcomer, since you're here, I have to teach you the rules." This boy had a short cut hair, with a green scalp visible on his head. He squinted at Yang Fan and said, "I'm responsible for this class. Each person has one class per month.
One hundred yuan protection fee.”
Protection fee? Yang Fan couldn't believe that someone actually charged him with protection money? Yang Fan, who was originally in a depressed mood, was amused by this short hair.
"What's the matter? You don't want to give it?" Bantou's tone was very naughty, and he put a hand on Yang Fan's shoulder.
"Have you watched too many movies?" Yang Fan laughed and pushed the other person's hand down: "It's not popular to collect protection money in this way now. It's too substandard. Generally speaking, you should do this...
"As he spoke, Yang Fan took out a pack of red Nanjing from his pocket: "I'll sell you this pack of cigarettes for one hundred."
Seeing Yang Fan's actions, Ban Cuntou stared at Yang Fan in shock...
Yang Fan's attitude was very serious: "If you feel that you don't have enough money, you can sell a few more packs. One pack will be worth one thousand, and ten packs will be worth ten thousand. Even if there is any problem in the future, at most, you will be sentenced to forced buying and selling. Don't think that you are making money.
It's very simple, you have to use your brain. What you do is directly robbery, do you understand? The sentencing standard is fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years, and a fine."
Seeing Ban Cun's dull look, Yang Fan put the cigarette in his pocket: "If you don't even have the capital to sell cigarettes, it doesn't matter. Just say borrow. Lend a hundred, do you understand? You don't even have this common sense.
No, you still charge protection money, fuck...what a fucking idiot." As he spoke, Yang Fan took a heavy sip to show his disdain for Ban Buntou.
Seeing that Ban Cun Tou hadn't reacted yet, Yang Fan patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, brother, let's go now. Let's talk when we have time. I think you have no future."
Yang Fan was about to leave when the class bell suddenly rang.
"Damn it, it's all this kid's fault for wasting my time." Yang Fan has now officially become a student of Chenyang Middle School, so he can only go back to his seat and sit down.
However, Yang Fan didn't notice that when Lei Ting next to him heard him asking about Xiao Jingyi's name, an elusive look flashed in her eyes, and then she watched his every move.
He even didn't notice that after he returned to his seat after being frightened by himself, the two boys sitting in front of him began to whisper something to him...