Host, You're Targeted

The first day of high school self-study, the whole classroom noisy, everyone did not come out of the rest of the holiday.

Niu Zong is not like other head teachers. On the first day, he didn't care much and asked everyone to take care of themselves and went back to the office to have tea. Instead, he passed the noisy class 9 of senior high school when he went to the toilet in the evening. He was so angry that he could not urinate and closed the doors and windows.

"You are sophomore! Not senior one! Look at the senior one across the street! Can you hear the sound of the Jinbang building and the title building? Ah? There are 644 days before the college entrance examination! Are you still here to play and chat? Why are you in a mood? You will be able to chat for the rest of your life. Why use the precious three years of high school to chat? Three years of high school is for you to learn. You don't do the right thing at the right time, you still chat? "

The more he said, the louder he was. He stood on the podium and looked at the children who wanted to put their heads behind the books into their necks, and roared: "lift up your heads for me!"

Sitting up straight, the table and chair that he took up with his body "clattered" and "Yila" resounded through the whole classroom. Mr. Niu curled up his fingers and knocked down the table. He looked at the children sitting in the classroom in silence for a long time. Finally, he put on a sad expression of hatred for iron and steel, and said, "you are looking back now! What are the first and second grade students in our class

The class looked back in order.

Holding hands in the belly of the desk and drawing love on the sketched paper spread in the middle of the desk, the first and second students of the whole grade are all tigers shaking. The pen in Xia Cifeng's hand clatters out and runs straight through the middle of two hearts.

An arrow pierces the heart!

Summer is very relaxed, rubbing the wind in the table.

Sure enough, Xia Cifeng had not been flustered for two seconds, and Niu always knocked on the table again.

"Look! When you keep your head down, they are still studying hard! This is the gap between you and them! Why are they the first and second before they are divided into classes, and after they are still the first and second? "

Xia Cifeng coughed awkwardly, and the heart said that because of the halo of the protagonist

"It's all because of their efforts! When you are noisy, others are learning. This is the gap! "

The students in the front row clearly saw that two people's desks were full of love sketch paper, and the expression on their faces became indescribable.

Xia CI Feng and Sheng Yinzhou

"In addition to Xia CI Feng and Sheng Yin Zhou, the evening self-study will be extended for 10 minutes, no matter whether you stay or read on the road." Mr. Niu walked down the platform and opened the door. Before leaving, he looked back at the students in the class and said, "give me the study time I spent on chatting time! I will come to accompany you after the evening self-study

With that, Mr. Niu went to the toilet with his head held high.

The whole class was dead, especially the two students sitting in the front row of Sheng Yinzhou and Xia Zifeng, who were hit by the huge blow.

Oh, my God, are all the drafts made by the God of learning all love?!

Xia Cifeng and Sheng Yinzhou looked at each other. In the eyes of the audience, they quietly drew out the "five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation" from the book on the table.

Obviously praised, but why have a very guilty feeling?

Xia CI Feng and Sheng Yinzhou looked at each other and decided to study hard.

But the hand held in the belly of the table still can't be released.