Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Chapter 56: The jokes in the class, accumulation (seeking follow-up reading)
"Hello, Teacher Qu, Hello, Teacher Ye..." There were five teachers in the senior high school foreign language office, and it was very crowded.

Jiang Zhe only knew two of them, but he still greeted them one by one.

A round-faced, chubby female teacher asked with a smile, "Are you back from the exam?"

Jiang Zhe answered the same as before.

This female teacher is Ms. Qu, who teaches foreign languages ​​to their class.

There are some interesting stories about Teacher Qu. I heard that after teaching for a few years, she went to Europe to make a living.

Some said she went to work as a translator for an overseas company, others said she went into trade. In short, after working for a few years, she came back to teach.

This situation still existed in the 1990s, but it no longer exists after that.

Teacher Qu asked about Jiang Zhe's recent academic performance, and then talked about Jiang Zhe's last final exam results.

After analyzing it, she began to look for information and papers for Jiang Zhe.

There are several thick piles of test papers on her desk.

One copy is taken out from each pile and given to Jiang Zhe, who is asked to complete it within the specified time.

Jiang Zhe left the foreign language group with the materials, and went to the history group and the Chinese group (math was not counted, so he didn't go).

He shuttled between the three floors and often met students from the art specialty classes in the first and second year of high school.

These students will take the initiative to greet Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe responded with some doubts. He didn't remember talking to these junior brothers and sisters, and he didn't even know the names of some of them.

He finally told his doubts to several of his fellow juniors.

A lively student said directly: "Brother, don't you know? The school has been promoting your award for nearly two months."

Jiang Zhe suddenly realized.

Finally, he returned to his homeroom teacher's office to collect the review materials and papers for the Ideological and Political Education class.

When I returned to the classroom, I found that my former desk mate Zhao Zhi had also come. He was huddled together with his girlfriend, talking to each other in whispers.

He greeted Zhao Zhi openly.

Zhao Zhi’s girlfriend felt a little embarrassed.

Jiang Zhe returned to his seat and sorted out the documents.

His new classmate Ni Yue also came.

Ni Yue said to Jiang Zhe: "Look at Zhao Zhi, he is so brave that he dares to run to the first row of the class to find his girlfriend."

Jiang Zhe smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Classmate, when you went to Director Lin's place, did you hear whose certificate of qualification had arrived?"

Universities that recruit students majoring in art will mail the professional test certificates to the students' high schools. Because students need to fill out their applications in high schools, this makes management easier.

Jiang Zhe put the pencil case in place: "I didn't ask, it shouldn't be that fast."

"I heard that the first batch of schools that took the exam have already started issuing certificates," said Ni Yue.

"I've also heard that..."

The topic brought up by Ni Yue attracted people around to join the discussion.

Students have different focuses at different times.

The students who just came back are not completely calm. Many of them are still in the state of art examination. The most popular topic is who got the professional test certificate, which school? What place? Is it a valid ranking or an invalid ranking? And so on.

Jiang Zhe chatted for a few minutes and started doing the test paper.

He worked his way up from multiple-choice questions to cloze questions when he suddenly noticed his classmate Ni Yue touching him with a ballpoint pen.

Looking sideways, I saw Ni Yue's eyes remained in the same reading posture, with the ballpoint pen in her hand pointing forward.

Jiang Zhe understood that there must be some excitement ahead.

He looked up and saw Zhao Zhi pushing his girlfriend against the wall, leaning forward. From behind, he could feel his hands moving constantly.

Jiang Zhe's mouth curled up, this is too hasty.

He was about to finish his test paper when he saw Zhao Zhi was suddenly pushed away by his girlfriend. Zhao Zhi's girlfriend seemed a little angry and made a lot of noise, attracting the attention of classmates.

Some classmates were paying close attention to this and found out that this kind of thing had happened before.

Zhao Zhi seemed to want to soften his girlfriend's attitude with words, but his girlfriend became more and more angry. Not only did she continue to push Zhao Zhi away, but she also grabbed the review materials that Zhao Zhi was using for show and threw them into the trash can at the door of the classroom.

As luck would have it, Mr. Qu, who taught foreign languages, walked into the classroom.

"Oh--"

The review material, which was nearly a hundred pages thick, flew past Teacher Qu and landed in the trash can with a clang.

"What are you doing?" Teacher Qu was startled. "Who threw it?" She looked at the students in the classroom, then at the trash can. Coincidentally, the material was a foreign language material.

"Whose?" the teacher's voice rose.

The students saw the whole process and stared with their eyes wide open.

An ordinary person would have been numb by now, but Zhao Zhi still stood up, ran to the trash can and picked out the information: "Teacher Qu, this is mine. I accidentally threw it out." After saying that, he went back to sit next to his girlfriend.

If the teacher hadn't been there, the students in the class would have started laughing.

Everyone's eyes were on Teacher Qu.

When Teacher Qu saw Zhao Zhi's condition, no matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't help it and his fair face suddenly turned red.

"Zhao Zhi, come out with me." After saying that, he turned and left the classroom.

Zhao Zhi hesitated and couldn't get out.

Teacher Qu's shout had already alarmed the head teacher.

She came to the classroom, called Zhao Zhi out first, and then called Zhao Zhi's girlfriend out as well, so that everyone else could study with peace of mind.

Over the next ten minutes, the voices of the homeroom teacher and Mr. Qu kept coming into the classroom. Those voices were on the verge of breaking.

There are more than a dozen students in the class, and everyone is concentrating on studying, but their ears are clearly perked up.

This incident eventually alarmed Director Lin.

Director Lin came to the class and used this incident to warn the students not to be distracted during this final period of time. He also especially reminded those who showed signs of premature love.

Zhao Zhi and his girlfriend were criticized and educated, but they were not affected at all. They ate lunch together again, bringing some joy to their classmates.

Jiang Zhe did the papers, reviewed, and went to the teacher for help when he had questions until he went home after school.

During dinner, he reported to his parents about his studies that day while eating.

I didn’t go to the studio today. I stayed at home to study.

During the break, he checked the system page and found that today's learning accumulation was less than the daily average of the previous two months. How could this be possible? !
To increase his accumulation, he picked up a sketchbook and started drawing during his breaks.

Because I had been drawing the young man in the photo repeatedly, I had a deep impression of this image, so I subconsciously drew a full-length portrait of the young man.

I drew several pictures in a row before starting to study again.

During the second break, he used the sleeping puppy as a model and drew it in his sketchbook.

He accumulated today's learning and brought it to the average before stopping studying and starting to wash up and rest.

Ning family.

Ning Anchi's vehicle entered the underground garage.

She got out of the car with her assistant, took the elevator, and walked to the study.

Her expression and movements remained the same, but there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

Ning Anchi's assistant looked exhausted at this moment and could only follow behind reluctantly.

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