As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class took a deep breath. During this vacation, Teacher Su not only got a haircut, but also recharged the same courage as Liang Jingru, right?
"Who are you?" Brother Jia's temper was indeed not very good, and his strict school uniform gave off a bohemian feel.
At this moment, the jumping voice calling Brother Jia caught up. When he saw that Brother Jia was standing at the door and refused to go in, he even shouted: "Brother Jia, why don't you come in... Damn it, who is this handsome guy?"
No one dislikes being complimented on his handsomeness, and Tan Zhao certainly doesn't like it, so even if the student said something bad, he didn't get angry, and instead introduced himself in a "considerate" way.
"Zhao Jia, Xiao Mingming, I am your class teacher Su Jinglin."
True or false?! Is this the Su Jinglin who doesn’t dare to speak loudly in front of his brother Jia?!
There was also a moment of astonishment on Zhao Jia's face, but he quickly calmed down and walked out with his breakfast in his hand as if he didn't recognize his relatives: "Squad leader? Not interested."
After saying that, he took a group of boys and sat in the exclusive seat for the school bully at the back.
Tan Zhao looked at the back of the classroom. There was a group of tall boys sitting behind them like bodyguards. He couldn't help but feel happy, but his face showed no emotion: "It's okay. I might be interested if I work for a few more days."
Already."
Brother Jia raised his eyelids but didn't refute any more. Tan Zhao took it as his default to be the squad leader and happily marked the squad leader on the roster with his left hand. The self-study was already over.
The course work of the third year of high school is very intense. Even though Class 13 has excellent grades and a "famous" reputation, the teachers are still very dedicated. Tan Zhao watched the math teacher walk into Class 13, and then went to the Chinese teaching team for training.
There was no other way. The original owner was burdened with 1.3 million gambling debts and was on the verge of death, so he couldn't even take care of assigning homework.
After the training, Tan Zhao looked at the time and saw that it was almost time to start class.
Because he is the class teacher of Class 13, Su Jinglin only teaches Chinese for one class, Class 13. Of course, starting from the second year of high school, Class 13's average Chinese score has always been at the bottom of the whole grade.
Of course, this does not mean that Su Jinglin is not capable enough. The original owner also graduated from a normal school. Looking at the previous lesson plans, we can see that the original owner is very serious...
All we can say is that Class 13 has been "on hold" for too long.
Before the holidays, the school had just passed the first monthly exam of this semester, and the results... it can be said to be terrible. The total scores of some students were not as high as Brother Jia's in mathematics.
Tan Zhao stood on the podium, looking at the transcript in his hand, feeling a little melancholy for a moment.
"The results of this monthly exam are no surprise. Our class is in the last place. You see, the teacher has changed his appearance and surprised you. When will you be able to surprise the teacher again?"
"...Teacher, we want it too."
"Yes, teacher, I can think with my hands, but my brain can't do it~"
Listen to what this is saying. Tan Zhao did not elaborate on the results. After all, there is nothing much to talk about with this report card: "Forget it, since the brain can't do it, the teacher will teach it. Let's talk about it first today.
For the classical Chinese section, please take the monthly exam papers..."
Chinese is actually about the ability to read and express. Tan Zhao is very lucky that Su Jinglin is only a Chinese teacher. If he were an English or chemistry teacher, then he would really have to resign on the spot.
To be honest, when he reads modern simplified Chinese characters, he still feels like he is missing an arm and a broken leg, but he is familiar with classical Chinese. He comes from ancient times and has been a scholar. Tan said that he can not only write, memorize and explain,
He may have also met some authors of classical Chinese works.
The discipline of Class 13 has always been loose, and the head teacher has no control over it. Naturally, neither do the other teachers. Tan Zhao has begun to lecture, Feng Xiulan is still lying on the table, and although Jia Ge and his four younger brothers are not sleeping, they are obviously not listening to the class.
The class attendance rate of the previous students was around 50%. When they entered the third year of high school, they probably had a few points in all the exams. They felt that there was no hope, so they simply gave up studying this year.
To be honest, Tan Zhao didn't like this attitude.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Tan Zhao had just finished speaking three classical Chinese essays. He put down his test papers and left Class 13 very simply. Thanks to his good appearance, he was watched by his classmates and left.
"Damn it, Brother Jia, I actually understand this damn old man's article!"
Xiao Mingming, who was next to him, immediately agreed: "Yes, I actually think...it's a bit interesting." After saying that, even he himself was a little unbelievable.
Brother Jia didn't even raise his eyes: "Oh? Then study hard."
"..." The two younger brothers suddenly fell into silence.
Feng Xiulan next to him changed his posture and continued to lie down. He also balled up a blank Chinese paper and threw it in the trash can next to him. For some reason, he suddenly felt irritable, especially when he heard the classmates in the class chattering about Su.
The teacher is so handsome, my interest in learning has been rekindled.
In the next few days, Tan Zhao became familiar with the daily life of the Chinese teacher while observing the status of the lovely students.
On this day, it was raining heavily outside. Tan Zhao was sitting in the office and finally received last month's salary. Unfortunately, he was no longer in negative equity.
I decided to go to that hot pot restaurant that I have been coveting for a long time after school.
"Teacher Su, Teacher Su is not good!"
The person who came was a girl from his class, named Chang H. At this moment, she was in a panic. She took a few breaths and said: "Feng Xiulan, Feng Xiulan beat up a freshman in high school!"
"What?!"
When Tan Zhao arrived, Feng Xiulan was still struggling with others, and his body was covered with rainwater. The people next to him did not dare to break up the fight. He stepped forward and tore Feng Xiulan off the person who was holding him down with one hand, and pushed him away.
To Brother Jia, who just arrived: "Squad leader, stop him!"
Brother Jia almost let Feng Xiulan escape, but in this situation, he did not refute.
"Classmate, are you okay?"
The new freshman classmate was beaten until his mouth was black and blue. It was obvious that Feng was cruel. However, this freshman had just entered high school not long ago, and Feng Xiulan was a lone ranger. Where did he get such a hatred?
"Teacher, he hit me! I was walking on campus calmly, and he rushed over and hit me. Senior year in high school is amazing, and school bully is amazing!"
When Feng Xiulan heard this, he wanted to use his fist again.
Tan Zhao couldn't help but have a headache. Just as he was about to reconcile, the dean of students and the dean of students arrived.
If you hit someone in school, you will be punished if the circumstances are serious. For an example, please refer to Brother Jia. If you are punished in the third year of high school, it will be very difficult to get rid of it.
After bringing a group of people to the office, the grade director immediately said angrily: "Feng Xiulan, why are you beating people!"
Feng Xiulan had an indifferent look on his face, with a look of disdain on his face that said, "Just hit someone, why do you have to pick a date?" He made it clear that he was not afraid of being punished, and immediately made Teacher Yiyi furious.
When the senior high school director came over, he said that the parents would be called and that the matter must be dealt with seriously.
Tan Zhao had read Feng Xiulan's parent contact list, and there was only one phone number on it. Although it was filled in the father's column, he called once and it was Feng's father's secretary who answered the call. He was very perfunctory about his class teacher, both inside and outside.
He was staying at classmate Feng's house. Although he didn't know the kid very well, he always had a five or six. It was true that he was indifferent to people, but his love for fighting was not necessarily true. There were a few groups of people who were always looking for Feng Xiulan.
trouble.
There is also this junior high school classmate. He talks about being pitiful, but he is a bit tender in the end. Although the pride in his eyes is hidden a lot, it finally showed after he heard that his parents were called.
Malice.
Tan Zhao looked at the silent and cold classmate Feng Xiulan, and suddenly said: "Director Qian, Director Sun, it is wrong for my students to hit others, but I believe that my students will never hit others for no reason. In court, the judge must rely on evidence to decide the crime."
, just because my student has a special personality, I made such a hasty conclusion? Please forgive me and I disagree."
"Teacher Su, you don't know such bad students, they..."
Tan Zhao rarely interrupted others directly: "Teacher, I hope you won't use this title to define students. This will make you look unprofessional."
Feng Xiulan's original surprise and emotion due to the above words were all washed away by this sentence "not very professional".
"Teacher Su, you are so messy!"
"It doesn't matter whether I'm messing around or not. My student hit someone. If he should pay compensation, he should pay compensation. If he should write a self-criticism, he should write a self-criticism. But the cause and course of the matter were not explained clearly. For example, why did this young classmate end up in the third year of high school?
Come on, at this time, school will be over early in the first year of high school, right?"
"I...I'm here to wait for someone!" Xiao Gao blurted out as soon as he saw that the teachers' attention was directed towards him.
"Waiting for someone, who are you waiting for? Can you tell the teacher?"
"Teacher Su, please pay attention to your words!"
Tan Zhao closed his mouth, but his eyes were still looking at Xiao Gaoyi, gentle and focused, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, tell everything you know, and the teacher will uphold justice for you."
"Teacher, what does this have to do with who I am waiting for?"
Tan Zhao then retracted his gaze: "It really doesn't matter. If you don't want to answer, little classmate, forget it."
Teacher Su was so considerate, but the child's head teacher felt that there was nothing he could not say, and said, "Chen Hao, please tell me, and we will have a clear conscience."
Chen Hao:mmp!
Chen Hao was indeed waiting for someone. The person he was waiting for was either someone else or Feng Xiulan. He was hesitating, but Feng Xiulan suddenly said: "Why, are you scared now? Why did you just point at my nose and scold me like a broomstick?"
His tone was one part aloof and one part sarcastic, just like Feng Xiulan's whole person now.
No one expected that Feng Xiulan, who never defended himself even once, would suddenly speak up, not even Tan Zhao, let alone the grade director who had dealt with him many times.
Panic flashed across Chen Hao's face. Although he quickly concealed it, the deans who had been supervising the students for most of their lives still saw it, and it was because they saw it that this matter became difficult to handle.