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3, Youth Campus (3)

This little classmate is so handsome, but he talks so unforgivingly.

Tan Zhao couldn't help but retorted: "There is no Chinese homework, and there is also mathematics, English, mathematics, physics, and chemistry. Are they all done?"

"...Teacher Su, today is the first day of the National Day holiday."

Huh? Isn’t today Sunday?

Tan Zhao flipped through his memory in surprise, and it seemed that it was indeed the case. Hey, it was just his first day here and he didn't know about the National Day holiday. It was understandable.

"Hmph! You think the teacher doesn't know that you may not know how to do your homework even on the last day of vacation."

Feng Xiulan was noncommittal and said no more.

The two of them left the alley side by side, and the night lights gradually dispelled the darkness. Not far away was the night market, bustling with people, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of various barbecued and fried foods.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Feng Xiulan still couldn't hide his shock, or maybe he didn't quite understand why Su Jinglin, a Chinese teacher, was so comfortable in fighting? Forget it, they were unrelated people, and he would be able to fight when he turned eighteen in two months.

Leave this city.

They entered the door one after another, and the night was already a little deep.

Tan Zhao didn't recognize the bed and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was indeed a sunny day on National Day.

The TV in the living room was turned on, but Feng Xiaoxiao was nowhere to be seen. Tan Zhao sat down on the sofa and changed the channel unskillfully. When he switched to the Xiangzhen set, the local morning news happened to be playing.

What we are talking about is that the police received reports from enthusiastic citizens last night and raided an underground casino overnight, arresting x and others, involving an amount of xx yuan.

Despite the code, Tan, an enthusiastic citizen, still recognized the simple signboard of Ah Ying Tea House.

"Eh? Student Feng, you actually bought breakfast for the teacher. How embarrassing."

Feng Xiulan twitched the corner of his mouth. If he was really embarrassed, he would rather not eat it: "...just think of it as thank you for your rescue last night."

What he said actually had a bit of a Jianghu vibe. Tan Zhao smiled and didn't answer.

After breakfast, the morning news was over. Tan Zhao turned off the TV and was about to go out to get a haircut and change his glasses. He didn't pay attention last night. When he woke up today, he discovered the same black-rimmed glasses as the grade director.

Split into a spider web.

In fact, the original owner's myopia was not serious, but as a people's teacher, Tan Zhao felt that he still needed a pair of glasses.

"Classmate Feng, do you think two hundred yuan is enough for a pair of glasses for myopia?"

Feng Xiulan felt that today's head teacher was also very strange. It should be said that Teacher Su outside the school and Teacher Su inside the school were completely two people: "...Two hundred yuan is not enough for one lens."

It hurts my heart.

In the end, Tan Zhao asked classmate Xiao Feng to borrow 500 yuan before going out.

To be precise, this was Tan Zhao's second day in modern times. He was still in the adapting stage. He went to a cheap-looking barber shop to get a haircut, and then went to the mall to get a pair of the cheapest glasses.

With the remaining light of the setting sun, I returned to the home of my classmate Xiao Feng, who was staying overnight.

Feng Xiulan heard a knock on the door and opened the door: "Who are you?"

Tan Zhao touched his face: "Is it such a big change to change your hairstyle? Classmate Feng, I am your class teacher, Teacher Su."

"Liar!" Classmate Feng Xiulan slammed the door shut.

In the end, Tan Zhao took out his ID card, and this convinced his wary classmates that he was really Su Jinglin. Thanks to Hua Guo's requirement for ID photos to be taken with the forehead exposed.

"Are you really Teacher Su?"

Tan Zhao nodded.

This is too...bizarre, TV dramas don't dare to shoot it so hastily. Feng Xiulan looked at Mr. Su who was like an idol star in front of him, with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on his nose, changed into a tailored suit, and directly

I can play the role of a polite scumbag in a criminal investigation drama.

He thought again about the weak and weak Chinese teacher of Jarhead, and suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"Doesn't this look good? The teacher wants to change his image during the National Day holiday. After all, after the National Day holiday, you will have the first parent-teacher conference of your senior year in high school. Don't you think so?" Tan Zhao said slightly "shyly"

Open your mouth.

"...No, Teacher Su, you have two faces at all?" Feng Xiulan finally couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart.

When Tan Zhao heard this, he waved his hands in surprise: "These days, there are keyboard warriors on the Internet. Who doesn't have two faces? Chinese teachers are human beings too."

Unable to defeat you, classmate Feng Xiulan chose to stay silent.

"Classmate Feng, do you think it's inappropriate for the teacher to go to school like this?" As a "fake newbie" who has just entered modern society, Tan Zhao decided to ask the opinions of people around him.

Feng Xiulan looked at the radiant face in front of him and said without any objection that it didn't look good: "Teacher Su, your hairstyle..."

"Well, I don't know what hairstyle suits me, so I just let the barber shop give me a hairstyle that suits the temperament of the Chinese teacher. Isn't it good?"

"Teacher Su, as long as you are happy." Feng Xiulan stood up and decided to end the conversation unilaterally. This hairstyle was not unsuitable for a Chinese teacher at all.

Well, he didn't expect the reaction when Teacher Su returned to school after the vacation.

The senior high school students are very nervous about their studies. Teachers and students are racing against time. Although the National Day statutory holiday is seven days, the senior high school students only have five days off. During the first four days, Tan Zhao spent the first four days adapting to modern life. On the last day, he finally came up with the results of Class 13 of the senior high school students.

roster, and decided to get acquainted with his lovely future students.

When I was a sophomore in high school, there were thirty-five students in Class 13. However, when I entered senior year, five of them were directly sent abroad by their parents to study in preparatory courses. Now there are only thirty students in Class 13.

There are 18 boys and 12 girls.

Just like what Su Jinglin remembers, although this class is not very large, it has a mixture of school bullies, scumbags, and uneducated rich second-generation students in one room. Xiangzhen No. 3 Middle School is actually very famous in Hong Kong.

, only slightly worse than No. 1 Middle School, but the average score of Class 13 is almost the same as that of No. 12 Middle School, the worst high school in Hong Kong.

Hmm, why don't you just resign so as not to waste your children?

Tan Zhao looked through the student information, and Feng Xiulan was at the top of the list. It was amazing. Xiao Feng spanned three fields by himself, and his grades were at the bottom. He was a well-known lone ranger in the school. He went to school with injuries every day. As for his family background,

Well, Feng’s is also a well-known and old company in Hong Kong.

According to information on the Internet, Mr. and Mrs. Feng, Qin Se and Ming, have two sons. So, why is Mr. Feng, a high school student, living alone outside the school?

Tan Zhao put a question mark after Feng Xiulan's name, and then continued reading.

They were all students, and the information was not very extensive. It took Tan Zhao most of the day to read it. Class 13 was a science class, which was only available after the division of arts and sciences in the second year of high school. Most of them came because of poor grades, and a few came because they were disobedient or biased.

For example, in class 13, Zhao Jia ranked first in class.

Zhao Jia's grades were among the top 50 in his grade, but in the memory of the original owner, this brother Jia had a very difficult temper. He once beat people in school, and the punishments he received were not removed until he was in his third year of high school.

Overall, Class 13 is a very interesting class.

Tan Zhao was so comfortable that he sat on the sofa and finished reading. When Feng Xiulan came back from outside, he was suddenly struck by this face again and subconsciously frowned.

"Student Feng, you came back just in time. You will go to school tomorrow. Have you done your homework?"

"..."

The answer is of course no. Feng Xiulan has already made plans to leave Hong Kong when he turns eighteen to do his homework? No way.

Tan Zhao didn't force it immediately, after all, the days were still long.

The night passed quickly. As a senior high school student, the class teacher did not hesitate to give in. Tan Zhao arrived at the school gate before seven o'clock, but before he could enter, he was stopped by the security guard.

It was a coincidence that this security guard was the one who took him to the hospital.

"Teacher Su?" No, the security guard feels that he is not old enough to recognize people.

Tan Zhao pointed to his right arm: "Don't you remember? You sent me to the hospital that night. It was because my hair blocked my eyes from seeing the road. After I came back, I went to get a haircut. Did I feel energetic?

Already?"

"You are more energetic! Teacher Su, please don't be so careless in the future. You will look much more handsome after cutting your hair."

Passing by Chigua classmate:!!!!!! There is a handsome guy coming to our school!!!!

This news seemed to have grown legs and quickly took the top spot on the campus's hot search list. Many students witnessed it, which shocked everyone who was tired after the National Day holiday.

Classmate Feng who knows the truth:...

From the moment he entered the school gate, Tan Zhao was surrounded by people. Of course, they were all students, and they were all quite friendly. It was only when he got to the senior year's office that he was isolated from the outside world.

"Sir, are you on the wrong track..."

"Teacher Zhou, it's me, Su Jinglin." Tan Zhao smiled slightly, and the thermos cup in Teacher Zhou's hand fell.

This is Su Jinglin?!

What a joke!

The students in Class 13, Grade 3, looked at the smiling person on the podium and couldn't accept this fact! If I had known that Teacher Su would be so handsome under his pot-top black-rimmed glasses...

"What's wrong? No one is talking?"

Don't dare to say, don't dare to say.

Tan Zhao looked at the podium. There were actually 25 people. None of the five-person group headed by Zhao Jia had arrived. Feng Xiulan was lying on the last row of windows. He cleared his throat and said: "Since everyone is silent, then

Let’s clean up first. The students behind us should not sleep. After cleaning is finished, we will choose a monitor first.”

Everyone finished cleaning up in a daze, and sat down again in a daze, which made it feel a bit more real.

Damn it, their insignificant head teacher turned out to be very handsome after cutting his hair! What kind of magical twist is this?!

"Okay, does anyone want to run for class president?"

However... no one wanted to be the class monitor of this Lao Shizi. Classmate Feng Xiao was very heartless and only showed him a motivation.

Tan Zhao pushed up his glasses, and just as he was about to salute himself, a jumpy voice came from outside the classroom: "Brother Jia! Brother Jia!"

Zhao Jia carried a bag of breakfast and walked arrogantly to the door of the class. Before he entered, he heard someone on the podium saying: "Okay, we have a monitor for 13 years old, and he is Brother Jia!"


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