Feng Juvenile had been passive and idle for many years in his student life. Even if he bought Wu San, it would be a black eye. As Feng Xiulan himself said, he never listened to the lectures in class. In this state, even if he is a god of learning, he has to have someone who has never learned anything.
There is a process of accumulation.
What's more... Feng Xiulan fell down on the desk after facing Wu San for half an hour.
He originally thought that it would be okay for more than a month, so why not try to learn and read, so he impulsively ran to the bookstore and bought a set of Wu San. He knew all the words on it, but when combined, it became a holy book.
Young Feng rarely reflected on himself. Maybe he shouldn't trust Teacher Su too much. Maybe he was not a good student.
"What's wrong? It's like the battery of the mobile phone is only 1%?"
In modern society, there is an explosion of information. Tan Zhao is a person who likes new things very much. Even though he is the busiest senior class teacher in society, he will still find other things to do on weekends.
For example, playing mobile games, reading some books, etc., so as not to lose touch with society.
Feng Xiulan sat up suddenly and closed Wusan on the table instantly: "It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little sleepy."
Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows, reached out and pushed up his glasses, without exposing the young man's soft self-esteem: "Okay, remember to balance work and rest. For the sake of cheap rent, the teacher can provide one-on-one tutoring."
"...No, no need, I can study on my own."
"really?"
Feng Xiulan nodded.
Tan Zhao took out his mobile phone and showed the Taobao QR code on it: "Come on, come on, it's Double Eleven, please help the teacher."
"..."Teacher, your topic really jumps very quickly.
Tan Zhao took back his cell phone with satisfaction and patted the boy's back: "Come to the living room, the teacher can learn more about the situation."
"what's the situation?"
Having said that, Feng Xiulan was quite fast. Even when he sat down, he found a cup of warm milk tea on the table. The packaging was from the restaurant downstairs in the community.
"Classmate Chang H, how much do you know about her?"
Chang H's grades are indeed good. Her ranking in No. 3 Middle School is only two grades away. But if she works harder this year, she might not be able to compete in a top school. In the case of Class 13, students in Class 13
Parents all know that in ancient times, Meng's mother moved three times, and it is understandable that Chang H's mother wanted to change classes.
Classmate Feng Xiulan is indeed a ruthless lone ranger. He has been in the same class for more than a year, but he still can't figure it out: "Chang h? Is it a boy or a girl?"
"...that girl who is not tall but has a sweet smile. She is the girl sitting first in your row."
With such a reminder, Feng Xiulan finally had an impression: "So her name is Chang H. What happened to her? Did she fall in love early in a fight?"
Tan Zhao finally couldn't hold it back anymore and gave the boy a big surprise: "You can't study better! Little girl, study hard and make progress every day, but just shut your crow mouth."
In fact, if Chang H is willing to change classes, Tan Zhao will naturally not disagree. But if the little girl is unwilling and changes classes with a rebellious mood, her grades will not rise but fall, which will not be good.
After all, the senior year of high school is very demanding, and a young girl has to work hard to adapt to new classmates, so she shouldn't be too hasty.
Tan Zhaoyuan was still thinking about having a heart-to-heart talk with Chang H's classmate on Monday, so Chang H came to his office. Seeing the little girl's expression, Tan Zhao probably guessed that Chang H's mother should have gone home and talked to her child.
Tan Zhao originally thought the little girl was going to refuse, but he didn't expect the opposite answer.
Chang H also wants to change classes.
"Have you thought about it?"
Chang H was hesitant at first, but remembering her parents' expectations, she nodded firmly: "I'm sorry, Teacher Su, I..."
"No need to apologize. If you go to another class, are you no longer the teacher's student?" Tan Zhao is still very cautious when facing female classmates. He will not be blind and will maintain his baggage as a teacher.
Chang H nodded hard: "Of course."
"That's good. Let's go to class first."
Chang H left, and she walked to the door of Class 13. For a moment, she didn't dare to go in. Although Class 13 was the worst class in the entire grade, she... she was cruel and stepped in.
Tan Zhao took Chang H's student file to the grade director. In fact, changing classes at this time was quite rare in the past.
Director Qian, the grade director, felt a little headache when he saw it was Xiao Su.
Ever since this Bak Soda got a haircut, he has a sharp tongue like a debater in a debate competition. No wonder he is studying Chinese.
"Director Qian, there is a classmate in my class who wants to transfer to another class."
"Change classes?"
Director Qian's attitude obviously disagreed, but after seeing Chang H's results, he did not completely reject Tan Zhao. Later, Chang H's parents came to the school, and after personally asking Chang H's wishes, Chang H
The class transfer was settled.
Chang h, transferred to his senior high school class (5).
System: Host, you took over this class but within a month, the number of people started with 2 instead of 3.
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The departure of Chang H made the atmosphere in Class 13 become stagnant in an instant. There was even gossip in the class that Brother Jia was going to transfer classes and leave. After all, he was in the third year of high school and the punishment on Brother Jia was gone. Chang H
They're all gone, why is Brother Jia still in Class 13, which was "abandoned"?
In this regard, Jia Ge, who has always gone his own way, did not make any comments.
Tan Zhao quickly discovered this strange atmosphere in the class. Here, we must thank junior classmate Feng Xiulan who selflessly shared the information.
"Actually, we have already given up, Teacher Su, it's not your fault." After Feng Xiulan finished speaking, he gave a rare and firm word of comfort.
But obviously, Tan Zhao was not comforted. He really didn't believe that he couldn't cure these young people in their 17s and 18s: "That's not what they said. I have to be able to afford the money I get from this salary."
money."
...The co-authorship is because of this. Feng Xiulan actually has a feeling that this is indeed the case.
"What if you are not our class teacher?" When Feng Xiulan asked this question, he couldn't help pinching the corner of the book.
Tan Zhao keenly felt Classmate Feng's emotions, but did not answer the question: "Children, everything is possible in this world, but there are no ifs. So, you only have one life, and there is no regret."
"Um?"
"Teacher, I don't want you to regret your slacking off now after ten or twenty years." Tan Zhao pointed to the math problem written by Feng Xiulan, "In this case, the function picture is reversed."
"How is that possible?" Feng Xiulan's attention was quickly diverted. He flipped to the last answer, and then... he was slapped in the face.
If he remembered correctly, when he asked Teacher Su a math problem two days ago, the teacher still looked like he had returned it to the teacher and waited for me to read the math book before solving the problem.
"What are you looking at? You picked it up!" Sample, your teacher's piece of ginger is very spicy.
System: I don’t know who it is. I was reading a math book at night, tsk~
The study atmosphere in Class 13 was low. Tan Zhaoyuan wanted to cheer up the little bastards. After all, the midterm exam was coming, and this state was not good.
Before he could take action, he saw the scene of the quarrel between Brother Jia and his younger brother. To be precise, it was Brother Jia and his younger brother Xiao Mingming.
"Brother Jia, are you leaving?" Xiao Mingming's voice was filled with cautious exploration and hope.
Brother Jia frowned, obviously not liking hearing this.
Xiao Mingming is a child who accepts death. He wanted to hear Brother Jia say something negative. Before he could wait, he became a little excited: "Why don't you deny it? You've been getting busier and busier recently. I asked you not to go play ball or play games. You guys?"
What are you doing?"
Brother Jia still didn't speak, but his hands behind his back were very irritated.
Xiao Mingming was even more lost in his emotions: "Actually, it's okay. Brother Jia, you have good grades. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in Class 13..."
"Xiao Mingming, that's enough for you. You can't say these things. When did I say I was leaving Class 13!"
Xiao Mingming said: "Then why don't you play with me?"
Brother Jia's eyes drifted into the distance and he didn't say anything.
Xiao Mingming was so angry that he ran away on the spot. Brother Jia chased him for two steps, but in the end he didn't catch up. When he turned around, he saw Su Jinglin holding a barbecue in his left hand and a packing box in his right hand.
"If I said I didn't see anything, would you believe me?"
Of course Brother Jia doesn't believe it, but he still has to rush to work at the night market. None of them are Xiao Mingming. They finally turned 18 this year. They have to support themselves. If they don't work hard to make money, how can they go to school!
He, Erhou, Fengzi, and Xiaoke all have no chance to be willful.
Tan Zhao was carrying something, and he could feel that Jia Ge was like a taut string at this moment, just like the original owner in his memory when he was in his senior year of high school.
He was surrounded by fireworks again, and the rich smell of Malatang oil smoke permeated his whole body. Brother Jia untied his coat with some disgust, but the smell still penetrated his nose.
Forget it, wait until we go back to change clothes and treat Xiao Mingming to a supper.
He took off his coat and put it on his back. At the same location at the exit of the night market, he saw Su Jinglin's figure again, but at this moment the neon lights were flashing and the other person's hands were empty.
Apparently waiting for him.
"What?"
Tan Zhao smiled but said nothing. Brother Jia was about to leave, but Xiao Mingming jumped out from behind, looking like a little daughter-in-law: "Brother Jia, Brother Jia, it's my fault!"
"You-" Brother Jia looked at Tan Zhao.
Tan Zhao waved his hand: "I really didn't snitch on this, it was Brother Jia, your friend who told him."
Xiao Mingming was almost feeling guilty: "Brother Jia, if Xiaoke hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known...Brother Jia, I'm sorry."
Brother Jia frowned. The young man obviously didn't like this scene even more: "It's so ugly. How can I be so sorry? If you don't go home at night, what are you doing here? You don't have to go to school tomorrow!"
If possible, Xiao Mingming's head would have been buried in the soil.
Tan Zhao felt that Brother Jia at this moment was very class monitor-like. Well, the person he chose was really great.