Ye Bufan came to the door of the class. Although he had not yet entered, his consciousness could already see everything inside clearly.
It can be seen from the joking and expectant eyes of the students that this door is not that easy to enter.
Glancing at the classroom door that was ajar, there was a bucket on top, half filled with ink as black as ink.
This is a relatively common trick. The bucket is in a balanced state at the moment, but as long as the door is pushed lightly, it will immediately fall down due to inertia.
Even if he could escape by chance, his attention would definitely be diverted to his head, and there was a layer of oil spread and a layer of steel balls not far from the door.
With this kind of super lubricating power, if an ordinary person goes up there, he or she will immediately fall over and break his muscles and bones.
Ye Bufan smiled slightly, these little tricks may be useful to others, but they are of no use to himself.
He opened the door and walked in without looking up at the bucket, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.
Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone became excited, waiting to see the next show, wanting to see this new teacher transform into an African instantly. Some people were even ready to jump up and cheer in celebration.
But they were disappointed. The bucket seemed to be stuck to the door. Although it was pushed very hard, it showed no sign of falling off.
But then everyone's attention was focused on the ball in front. Even if Ye Bufan passed the first level by luck, he would never pass the second level.
The result once again refreshed their cognition. The oil and ball bearings were inexhaustible, but at this moment they did not show the same effect as before.
The new teacher just stepped on it one foot after another, and there was no sign of slipping until he stepped onto the podium.
Ye Bufan pulled up the chair behind the desk and sat on it, regardless of the fact that it was covered with strong glue, and crossed his legs comfortably.
At this time, everyone's eyes were so wide open that they almost protruded from their sockets. They had seen the effect of this strong glue with their own eyes. As long as it was glued on, there was no way to save it other than taking off their pants.
Among the ten teachers in front, five ran out wearing their pants.
There was even one person who reacted a little too slowly, and the glue penetrated inside and even stuck his pants. In the end, he could only escape from the classroom with a chair on his back.
But the teacher in front of me was sitting calmly on the chair, moving her buttocks casually without any sign of being stuck.
Little did they know that Ye Bufan had noticed these tricks a long time ago, and his anger created an isolation layer between the super glue and himself.
Although this glue is overbearing, it will never stick to the true energy.
The audience was astonished. They couldn't understand how the teacher in front of them did it. He passed three levels easily.
At this time, Ai Meili came up with a brand new teacup. The Tieguanyin brewed in it smelled fragrant and looked lush with greenery.
"Teacher, welcome to our class. Thank you for your hard work. Please drink tea!"
Ye Bufan took the tea cup and sniffed it gently: "This tea smells good, quite fragrant."
"Of course, this is the best Tieguanyin I prepared carefully for my teacher. You must drink it, otherwise I will be sad."
Ai Meili said with a pitiful expression.
"Since it is what my classmates want, of course I will drink it, even if it contains croton powder."
Ye Bufan smiled slightly and drank half of the tea in the cup in one breath.
Naturally, he could tell that there was croton powder in the tea, but this thing was effective for others, but it had no effect on him, a doctor.
Seeing that half the cup of tea was gone, the students in the class immediately burst into laughter, and many people high-fived each other.
Although this teacher was lucky, even though he was cunning, and even though he escaped three levels in a row, so what, he still fell into the hands of people like himself.
After drinking so much croton powder in the stomach, not to mention a person, even a cow would squat in the latrine for a long time. Many people have even imagined the image of the teacher in pain on the latrine.
Ye Bufan smiled slightly at the audience: "Do you welcome me so much? Are you so excited?"
Wu Zihao shouted: "Silly b, you really thought we were welcoming you. I originally thought you could stay in the classroom for three minutes, but now I see you have to leave right away."
With your modest skills, you still want to be our teacher, but you’re far behind!"
After saying that, he stretched out three fingers and started counting down, "3...2...1...get out!"
He put in the croton flour with his own hands and knew how much it weighed. In his opinion, with three numbers, Ye Bufan would definitely piss himself off.
But the countdown was over, and he was still calm and calm, showing no signs of diarrhea. He even picked up the teacup in front of him and took a few more sips.
"you……"
Wu Zihao was stunned. If it weren't for the fact that there was just such a teacup in the class, and if it wasn't for his own fandom, he would have thought something was wrong.
"What am I? I'm very good." Ye Bufan said to the audience, "Your little tricks are too bad and of no use to me."
"Teacher, you are so boring!"
Amelia curled her lips, not feeling any embarrassment after being exposed, and turned back to her seat.
Although others still disagreed with the new teacher, they also felt that these tricks were of no use and suddenly lost interest.
Then they returned to their previous state, reading novels, checking their mobile phones, and playing poker, as if there was no teacher at all.
This is also a method they have used before. Although it doesn't seem too drastic, it is very effective. No matter how awesome you are, teacher, you can do anything to us.
Any one of these students present has a very strong background. Do you still dare to touch us?
Ye Bufan still had a faint smile on his face. He didn't get angry like the teachers in the past. It seemed that he really didn't dare to do anything to these students.
A flash of contempt flashed in Zhu Mingyu's eyes. This teacher was a little different from those in the past. He seemed to have some ability.
But that's all. I don't dare to go against the second-generation officials and rich second-generation people like myself.
Ye Bufan put his hands behind his back, walked down from the podium, and came to a girl sitting in the first row.
Although this girl doesn't wear as much makeup as Ai Meili, she also has thick makeup on her face, but even this can't hide the dozen freckles on her skin.
In the class, her nickname is Little Sparrow, not because of how talkative she is, but because she has a lot of annoying dark spots on her face.
Her family has money, and she has been to many well-known beauty salons and even seen many doctors, but no one can remove the freckles on her face.
An old Chinese medicine doctor said that her freckles were different from others. They were toxins coming from the blood. Not only could they not be removed, they would become more numerous.
As a member of Grade 5 Class 2, Little Sparrow was naturally not an easy character to get along with. Seeing Ye Bufan looking at him, he raised his head provocatively and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ye Bufan said: "The freckles on your face are ugly!"
After he said this, the other students in the class immediately showed joking smiles. The little sparrow usually had no temper, but the freckles on her face were her fault.
Anyone who dares to mention that her freckles are ugly will immediately die!
