After the news was sent, Zhao Yunxi suddenly realized that it was five o'clock in the morning.
Chen Yang should not wake up yet.
Just when I felt something was wrong, a message rang on my phone. It was from Teacher Chen.
A long message.
"First of all, I would like to express my sadness about the death of the game master. Those masters who develop games are basically extremely smart. Developing games is a job like any job, even more technical. Abuse and slander are just some
The excuses people make for their own failures are all irrational and stupid."
"In the 1980s, we blamed TV, in the 1990s, we blamed martial arts novels, and in the 21st century, we blame the Internet, games, entertainment, and celebrities. When there is nothing to blame, we blame the children at home, or the classmates, or the teachers.
Not good."
"Competitive entertainment in the West appeared earlier and is much more developed than our country. This does not affect the emergence of outstanding scientific and technological talents in them at all."
"Xiao Ran, games are not scary. What is scary is that some people play life in the name of games. Game masters only design games and cannot design other people's lives. Therefore, teacher, I would like to express my respect and sadness for the master you worship.
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Seeing this, Zhao Yinxi's eyes felt a little moist.
In the morning reading class, Zhao Yinxi was checking a Mathematical Olympiad question provided by Hu Xinzhou when Li Haoran came in with his head lowered and dragging his schoolbag.
Zhao Yinxi suddenly felt that something was wrong with Li Haoran today. He took a closer look and found that there was a large bruise on the corner of Li Haoran's eye.
So I asked quietly:
"Hey, what's wrong with your face? What's going on?"
Li Haoran dodged and answered randomly: "Nothing, I accidentally bumped into it on the road."
Zhao Yinxi thought of what happened last night and asked again: "Did your grandfather beat you for asking for money?"
Li Haoran was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Xiao Ran and asked strangely:
"My grandpa is in the cadre ward of the hospital, and he can't control me now. I didn't sleep well last night, and I was groggy on the road. I accidentally hit him at the corner."
Zhao Yinxi looked at Li Haoran's expression for a while and said:
"Play less games and rest early." Then he stopped looking at Li Haoran and continued to work on his calculations.
Li Haoran opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and whispered:
"Brother Ran, give me a copy of last night's homework."
Just as he was talking, Chen Yang walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers in his arms. He walked briskly and was full of energy.
"Students, let me announce something. Considering that there is not much time left for us junior high school students, the school has decided to make up classes all day on Saturdays starting from this week."
"Ah! Why is the school like this?"
"Third grade students are human beings too, we need to rest."
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As soon as this statement came out, the classroom immediately exploded with complaints and complaints.
"Don't complain, this is a free make-up lesson. The school principal's office has decided that now we will comment on yesterday's math practice paper." Chen Yang stretched out his hands and pressed down the air with all his strength.
During class, the students noisily expressed their dissatisfaction, and Zhang Kai suggested:
"We reported it, complained to the school, and made up for irregular classes on Saturdays."
"It's no use. The school has already taken countermeasures. I heard that our school has already paid the fines for illegal make-up classes in advance. Don't ask me where I heard it, it was just in the corner of the toilet."
Li Haoran shook his injured face, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, and spread gossip everywhere.
Some students were extremely angry:
"What a weird operation. The school has the money to pay fines, but it has no money to improve the food for our students."
Everyone booed one after another: "No wonder, we are fed so poorly and all the money is spent on this strange place."
When Zhang Kai, a foodie, heard this, he became even more indignant and said:
"Listen, I already know the recipes from Lewen Middle School by heart. On Monday, fried chicken nuggets; on Tuesday, fried sausages; on Wednesday, eat the leftover fried chicken nuggets from Monday; on Thursday, eat the leftover fried chicken nuggets from Tuesday.
Sausage; on Friday, we eat the leftovers from the previous four days. Look, look, we are being raised like pigs! Can I not be stupid if I eat these every day?"
The students looked at Zhang Kai, who had a fat head and big ears, and unconsciously nodded meaningfully and said: