She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 534 The Stubborn Scrap Iron

——You don’t want to still call Jing Xing, do you?
Du Mingyu met Fang Shitai's eye knife from time to time, and nodded eagerly.

Lin Qingyou: "..."

I don't know where Du Mingyu saw that Jing Xing was easy to talk, every time there was such a messy activity in school, he would immediately think of her and Jing Xing.

On the podium, Mrs. Fang was talking about the questions on the test paper: "This A does not meet the meaning of the question, B is even more impossible, and C is obviously wrong. It is wrong at first glance, so choose D. OK, continue to the next question."

Lin Qingyou sighed, picked up a pen and wrote another line in the notebook.

——Why do you want to participate in this competition?
Du Mingyu glanced at Mrs. Fang, and said in a low voice: "I heard from students in the student union that the prize for this competition is a note signed by the principal himself, and it can be used three times."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

What an attractive prize.

"Then why didn't you go to Ji Anran?" Lin Qingyou asked again.

Logically speaking, Ji Anran should be quite enthusiastic about this kind of activity.

"I looked for it, but Sister An Ran said that she didn't want to participate in activities that required brains, because she felt that she had no brains." Du Mingyu said.

"..."

"Moreover, Sister An Ran also said that the campus league we participated in in the second year of high school left a deep psychological shadow on her, making her feel that her IQ has been crushed in all directions, so in the future, this kind of needs will be used Don't call her any brain activities, and she won't go if you call her."

"..."

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to refuse, Du Mingyu hastily added: "Sister Yuzu, this competition is very simple, it's just a simple idiom solitaire, and Xiao'er and I can handle it. You and the squad leader just stand there without talking. Just canvass for us."

As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Fang on the podium suddenly raised her voice: "What's going on? Why can I always hear some students whispering below?"

Du Mingyu's mouth was too fast, and his head that turned slowly couldn't keep up with the speed of his mouth. Hearing Master Fang's question, he answered casually: "Because sound can travel in the air."

"..."

In an almost eerie silence, Du Mingyu heard two words from the depths of his soul - it's over.

After the lunch break, the first period is physical education.

The No. [-] Middle School pays attention to the all-round development of students' morality, intelligence, physical and aesthetics, and has never cut down the time for students' sports activities. However, since the third year of high school, the time for physical education has been reduced.

The school is not skimpy, and some teachers like to take the physical education class as their own.

As soon as the preparatory bell rang, Jiang Ping walked in through the front door with the test paper and a large triangle ruler, and said as he walked, "Your physical education teacher is sick. I will come to this class."

Jiang Ping's math teacher in the next class.

In the past half a month, Lao Xu has been very busy. There are too many things in the department, so he can't keep busy. Jiang Ping has been taking the class in class seven.

Hearing Jiang Ping's words, Xu Changhao's head began to shoot out question marks.

In the gap when he had lunch just now, he clearly saw the sick physical education teacher Jiang Ping was talking about, playing basketball with the students on the playground in full swing.

"Hey, look at your grades, how did you pass the exam?" Jiang Ping looked at the grade sheet on the table and frowned.

"The question this time is so simple, yet more than half of the students failed. Only seven of them passed [-]. How can they get into college?" Jiang Ping said again.

Alas, how can students pass?
The problem is really big.

"What did I tell you before the exam? Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. If you know the answer, you must write everything. Look at your test paper, and you don't even write an answer."

The more Jiang Ping looked at the test papers of this group of children, the more he felt that he was starting to have a headache, so he could only comfort himself in his heart, calm down, calm, calm, calm, peaceful——

Why is he here to teach? He is obviously here to overcome the catastrophe.

This group of troublesome children was a catastrophe in his life.

"Ouch, you guys are really pissing me off." Jiang Ping sighed as he passed the test papers down.

"Do you know? I used to really like smoking, but since I took over your class, I don't dare to smoke anymore. I'm afraid that when I start the fire, I accidentally set you a group of straw bags on fire. "

"..."

In fact, Lin Qingyou quite likes this teacher. She found that this teacher has a special talent for cross talk, and likes to come up with jokes from time to time when handing out papers and giving lectures.

If one day, Jiang Ping can no longer get along in the teacher's industry, then there must be a place for him in the stand-up comedy world.

After distributing the papers, Jiang Ping stood on the podium to inspect for a week, and then said: "It's alright, alright, don't be so sad, I know you all want to go to physical education class, but take a look at the test results this time. Can you feel at ease in physical education class?"

After a pause, he said again: "You think I'm willing to come to class? I'm not thankful for my efforts. If I give you more classes, the principal won't pay me a penny more. Isn't it for you?"

"..."

Jiang Ping: "There is an old saying that hard work can make up for one's weakness. Do you know what it means? It means that teachers use their own diligence to make up for the shortcomings of students. Since you don't work hard, we can only work hard as teachers."

"..."

Jiang Ping: "Why is no one talking, am I wrong?"

"..."

A few long and drawn "yes" sounded sparsely from below.

Only then did Jiang Ping put away the chatterbox in satisfaction: "Okay, let's not talk about anything else, take out all your papers, and let's talk about the wrong questions in this class."

Although he said so, when he looked at the test paper, Jiang Ping couldn't help but muttered again: "Look for yourself, which question on this test paper I haven't covered?"

He got on the podium, copied the question on the blackboard, and said, "Isn't this question just a slight modification of the question in the textbook? Why can't I do it after such a slight change?"

He turned his head and raised his voice: "What are you looking at me for! Is there writing on my face! Look at the blackboard!"

"..."

The triangular board in Jiang Ping's hand knocked on the desk: "I have explained this question [-] times, why do some students still make mistakes?"

"..."

There was an enigmatic silence.

A king, with a group of bronzes, can't move at all.

Oh no, not bronze yet.

It's a pile of stubborn scrap iron.

Jiang Ping stroked the few hairs left on his head, and thanked his wife sincerely in his heart.

It was my daughter-in-law who had the foresight. When she learned that he was admitted to be a teacher, she started to buy a wig for him.

(End of this chapter)