Leaving the simple classroom, Mr. Zhao limped towards the dormitory.
The sky is getting darker and night is approaching, but Mr. Zhao is still in a good mood. Today's class is the only one he has finished among the 68 classes this year. The other 67 classes were all finished halfway through by the students.
This off-campus student named Ding Meng left a very good impression on him. The good reason was not that Ding Meng was eager to learn, but that he felt the source energy fluctuations in Ding Meng's body during his two fights with him.
He is a person who came down from the battlefield. When he was not injured, he was a junior war master. His perception of source energy was very keen. Now, although the origin of the body has been completely lost, the perception itself has not faded. When Ding Meng stabbed him for the second time,
, he felt a subtle yet hot breath.
Obviously, this Ding Meng stopped the source energy when he drew the sword, but the source energy itself is still fluctuating. Even if it stops operating, it still has this temperature. It can be seen that Ding Meng's background is not bad. The most important thing is that this little guy
Know how to advance and retreat appropriately.
"It would be great if you are a student of our school. That way you can still be taught well." Mr. Zhao sighed, lowered his head and continued walking towards the dormitory.
His dormitory is located on the edge of the West District. In fact, the West District of the school has always been a place with poor resource allocation, so even the classrooms and dormitories in the West District are very ordinary low-rise buildings. Most of the people who live here are teachers who teach unpopular courses, or
He is a teacher from the previous generation who is about to retire.
There is no way, the college is a place that pays attention to grades. Teachers bring out good students. With good grades, resource allocation is followed up. If you have no grades, it is normal to live in a community like this that does not even have an intelligent system.
But something was a little abnormal now. There were a few people standing by the flower bed downstairs. He quickly saw clearly through the dim light of the street lights. They were Abel, the deputy teaching superintendent of the Southern District, Hu Tianyu, the boxing teacher, and Yuan Ye, the data teacher.
.
The teacher from the South District suddenly appeared in the classroom and dormitory of the West District, obviously waiting for him.
"Mr. Zhao, how are you doing recently?" Abel, in a suit and tie, greeted him enthusiastically.
"Hello, Mr. Abel." Mr. Zhao's reaction was very cold. He has always disliked this teaching supervisor. People with military background are the most disgusted with those guys who usually like to flatter. This Abel is a typical example. For the Colonel and Principal Dong,
Just like a dog, this guy never looks directly at his subordinates or other ordinary teachers. Now that he appears here and becomes so enthusiastic, there must be something weird about him.
After Abel exchanged greetings for a while, Hu Tianyu, a tall man next to him, came up to him with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, you have just finished class, right?"
Mr. Zhao glanced at him and said, "Teacher Hu, please tell me if you have anything to say."
"Ahem." Hu Tianyu coughed twice, "Mr. Zhao, it's like this. After the school discussed the old house in Mingyu District, it was decided to renovate...
The old house in Mingyu District is the classroom where afternoon classes are held. Although the building is dilapidated, it has a long history in Christine College, which can be traced back to more than a hundred years ago. Mr. Zhao spent six years in that house when he was young.
During my schooling career, and the vacant wasteland was very large, now that the college is booming, renovation is reasonable.
Mr. Zhao's tone immediately turned cold: "Reform? Why didn't I know?"
Hu Tianyu immediately looked at Yuanye, who was dressed maturely and elegantly next to him. Yuanye also came closer with a smile: "Teacher Zhao, this is also a temporary decision made by the school's senior management. As soon as we receive the news, we will rush over to tell you.
Look, here’s the notice.”
The wrist device has been turned on long ago, and the mirror image generated on the light screen is an electronic notice. The date is marked on it, and the transformation will be carried out in two days. It is also marked with the autograph of the school director and the seal of the college. This notice is obviously
Not fake.
The problem is that the classroom is about to be renovated. The school actually neither discussed it with him in advance nor notified him. It asked these three guys to come here to talk about it verbally. What does this mean?
In fact, Mr. Zhao himself knows that after retiring from service three years ago and returning here, he will be of no use to the empire. He will definitely not be able to return to the front line. As a teacher here, few students will obey him, let alone him.
He was still teaching unpopular subjects such as classical swordsmanship, and there were not many students at all.
There was no classical swordsmanship in Listing Academy before. It was only set up specially after he came. It was obviously a favor done by the school for the sake of the military. Now three years have passed, and a decent student has
No, the school is to be renovated in name, but in fact it is to be abolished. It’s just that we can’t do it so well, so we just use the excuse of remodeling.
Hey, it might be time to retire, Mr. Zhao sighed helplessly in his heart.
But Hu Tianyu's next murmur was heard by him: "It doesn't matter if it is changed or not, there are not many students in the classroom in Mingyu District attending the class anyway."
"Huh?" Mr. Zhao turned around and glanced at him coldly, "Teacher Hu means that no one is paying attention to my swordsmanship class, right?"
Hu Tianyu also had a look of helplessness on his face, and then sighed earnestly: "Mr. Zhao, if I say that your lectures are very popular, I would be telling lies out of conscience. To be honest, you also know that the current mainstream
There are several major categories: fighting, data and armor. Other subjects are not popular among students. It’s not that no one wants to learn cold weapons, but classical swordsmanship cannot keep up with this era..."
Mr. Zhao was silent and stopped talking, because Hu Tianyu talked about his pain point. He was a soldier with great achievements on the battlefield, but when he returned to his hometown, he couldn't even be a teacher, and he didn't even have a decent student.
His pride does not allow it:
Labor and capital can even defeat battleships and mechas in space, but they can't teach a single student. What the hell is that like?
Seeing his bad expression, Yuanye quickly smoothed things over with a smile: "Teacher Zhao, please don't listen to his nonsense. You are old and have difficulty moving around. The school is also thinking about you and considering your specific living situation.
Wouldn’t it be better to take less classes and spend more time cultivating? After all, you are a person who has contributed to the country, and your health is the first priority..."
How many classes will be missed?
I think you want me to stop taking classes from now on, right?
Mr. Zhao snorted with disdain in his heart. He could see that Yuan Ye and Hu Tianyu were two guys, one was a good guy and the other was a bad guy.
Yuanye explained patiently: "Teacher Zhao, in fact, the school is cooperating with the Haohan Group this time. It wants to build a training venue with relatively complete facilities on the land in Mingyu District, introduce the advanced equipment of the Haohan Group, and charge some fees as appropriate. Mainly
The purpose is to serve some students in the school who are not in a good financial situation. As you know, the fees of our college’s advanced training center... many students cannot afford it, so the renovation of Mingyu District is a good thing for everyone."
"I understand." After hearing this, Mr. Zhao walked towards the stairs without looking back.
It wasn't until he went upstairs that Hu Tianyu said impatiently: "This old man is really stubborn. I wonder if he will take the initiative to move out the day after tomorrow? What if he refuses to move?"
Abel frowned and said: "People from the Haohan Group will come to the site the day after tomorrow to check it out. You'd better go along. If he is stubborn and refuses to move, persuade him if necessary."
Hu Tianyu said angrily: "This is what we have to do."
