Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

Pingzhen is the largest rape planting area in China.

At the end of March and the beginning of April, the rape flowers in Pingzhen are in bloom. Look up and see the golden yellow, not to mention how beautiful it is.

Rape flowers in Pingzhen also attract many tourists to enjoy the flowers every year. When the weather is good, the whole town is crowded with tourists.

But for the children in Beicheng, Pingzhen is too familiar with them.

Because they are close, parents will take them to play on weekends.

Therefore, as soon as we heard that the place of the spring outing was Pingzhen, everyone's interest was not very high.

Seeing that everyone was a little disappointed, Mr. Luo threw out another temptation, "we know you are not very interested in watching rape flowers, so we decided to have a field barbecue at that time. What do you think?"

Children aged 15 or 16 are a group of eaters.

As soon as they heard that there was food, they all came to cheer up immediately.

Someone asked Mr. Luo, "when will you go for a spring outing?"

"April 10th, next Friday and Saturday."

"Are we going to live over there?"

"The school will prepare tents for us. You don't need to worry about these. The only thing you have to do now is to study hard when it's time to study and play when it's time to play."

"Yeah, that's great."

"Oh, yes," Mr. Luo added, "the students who just arrived need to make up classes go to the conference room on the left side of the first floor of the office building at 7 p.m. well, let's finish school."

......

After dinner, the little friends who didn't need make-up classes went to play, and the bell that needed make-up classes went to the classroom late.

When it was almost seven o'clock, she went to the conference room of the office building with several students who needed to make up lessons in the class.

By the time I got there, there were already a lot of little friends in it.

We all know that they are learning scum after all, and there is a kind of sympathetic friendship between them.

This make-up course adopts the mode of learning bully one-to-one teaching slag. One learning bully is matched with one learning slag. The learning bully score of students with more slag is the best.

The school dregs came first, and the school bullies who were the make-up teachers came late.

After coming, I also sat in the front position, which has the meaning of looking down on people from above.

Since ancient times, there has been an inexplicable hostility between Xueba and xueslag.

Xueba despises xuezha, and xuezha despises those who study hard.

In the past, it was Xueba who did not commit xueslag, and xueslag did not bully Xueba.

But now, the school has just given them a problem

Xu Jingzheng was the last to arrive. When he came in, all the head teachers in grade two of senior high school arrived and the teaching director arrived. Even the headmaster came earlier than him.

He stood at the door of the conference room, his hands in his school uniform pocket, a look of careless foolishness, and said faintly, "I'm sorry I'm late."

The bell was dragged to the first row by Mr. Luo. As soon as he heard his voice, he immediately looked up and saw that it was Xu Jingzheng, his eyes widened.

Sleeping trough, no?

He also makes up lessons?

Oh, no, he's also here to make up lessons for their scum students?

As soon as the idea passed through her mind, she saw the man walking straight towards the position where she was sitting.

Zhong shengwan looked at him with a refusal in his eyes, but Xu Jingzheng didn't look at her at all. He strode over and sat down next to her.

As soon as he sat down, the bell sounded late and the air around him became bad.

What's wrong with uneven breathing?

She secretly looked at him, but saw Xu Jingzheng sitting upright. The hands she had copied in her pocket were taken out and put on the table in front of her. Her skin was white, her bones were clear, her nails were built short and neat, and her hands were large and slender

This hand... Tut TUT is as good as Zhong Yisu's.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the grade director opened his mouth, first said the purpose of this make-up class, then stressed the mode of this make-up class, finally picked up a list and began to assign make-up teachers to the school dregs.

Starting from the last one, the first naturally is the late bell.

When she read her name, the director looked helpless, "the bell rang and got the penultimate in the first exam in the evening."

The bell lowered his head in the evening.

Well, the last one. What's the matter?

I did it by my ability.

The average person can't get this score.

While listening to the director's nonsense, she said, "a few days ago, your grandfather called in person and cared about your recent study..."

As soon as the bell sounded late, he immediately looked up at him and asked nervously, "didn't you talk nonsense?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone in the conference room was happy, and even the headmaster smiled.

Sitting next to her, Xu Jingzheng also pulled his lips, breaking his calm face.

The director glared at her. "Shut up, I don't want to talk to you now."

"Oh." Zhong shengwan looked wronged, "obviously you told me first..."

The crowd laughed again.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the whole conference room was high. I didn't know what I thought I was doing.

The director was so angry that she took several deep breaths, then patted the table with her hands, raised her fingers and pointed to the last few rows of people who laughed the most, "you still have the face to smile. You deserve your parents' efforts to send you to Nanhua every time you count down the whole grade in the exam?"

Everyone laughed and the whole conference room was quiet.

The director then said, "I hope this make-up class can have good results, and I hope each of you will take it seriously."

"Well, now let's allocate personnel, one with poor grades and one with good grades, the first group..." the director read here and looked up at the bell evening and Xu Jingzheng sitting together, "bell evening, Xu Jingzheng“

The bell rings late, "..."

Whose idea was that?

Do you have the ability to stand up?

She promised not to kill him!

She tilted her head to see Xu Jingzheng sitting next to her. She probably knew she would look at him. At the moment when she tilted her head, he just tilted his head to look at her angry eyes, but he raised his lips in a good mood. His always cold eyes even smiled.

The clock sounded late and looked at the smile in his eyes. An excited man stood up from his position and shouted at the director who was continuing to assign personnel on the table, "report to the director, I apply for a change of teacher."

The director who was suddenly interrupted by her voice frowned with a headache.

"The bell is late. Can you stop for a while? Don't you see I'm busy?"

"Director," the bell began to act coquettish late, "I just want to apply..."

"No way!" the director refused her unreasonable request without hesitation. "Xu Jingzheng is the first in our grade. Do you know how many points he got in the final exam in the first half of the semester?"

The bell answered honestly in the evening, "I don't know."

She doesn't want to know.

Xueba is amazing. There are many Xueba in her family. Zhong Yisu has jumped two levels in junior high school and is now a sophomore, okay?

Looking at her as like as two peas, the director took a deep breath and tried to tell her in the most pleasant voice. "Before he came to our school, he had seven hundred and thirty of the high marks in the other schools.

The bell dropped his eyes at night and squinted at Xu Jingzheng sitting beside him.

Xu Jingzheng sat there calmly, as if the person who was praised was not him.

Gee, it's pretty good.

I guess I'm happy now.

But

She looked up and said to the director, "Xu Jingzheng studies so well. I think other students need his help more than I do..."

"You can pull it down," the director cried and laughed. "You are the last but one. Who is more suitable for his help“

The bell struggled desperately at night, "but I think..."

"What do you think? Is it better not to let you make up classes?"

"OK."

The director was so angry that he almost vomited three liters of blood on the spot.

"Shut up!" the director raised his hand and waved at her, "you go first. From tomorrow, Xu Jingzheng is your teacher. You must cooperate seriously. If you dare to resist..."

Then he looked at Mr. Luo, "give Xu Jingzheng the ruler that the old man gave you last time."

Xiao Luo nodded, "OK."

Bell night looked at her head teacher with a pleading face, but her always gentle and kind teacher Luo didn't even look at her.

This time, the bell sounded late and felt that he was really going to be finished.

......

Make up classes begin on Tuesday.

"Nanhua" does not provide for evening self-study, and students can freely spend their time.

But there are still many learning bullies who return to the classroom after dinner and continue to study for two hours.

The make-up time is arranged in the two hours after dinner, from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. at any place, either in the classroom or in the library, subject to the arrangement of Xueba teacher.

On the first day of make-up class, the bell was late and deliberately late.

She lingered in the dormitory for a long time before she went to the classroom. Several groups have been making up lessons in the classroom. The bell stayed in the classroom for half an hour late and still didn't see her 'teacher'. She couldn't help asking Ji Qiushui around her, "Hey, are you him? Don't you want to teach me?"

Ji Qiushui is doing exercises. After listening to her words, he doesn't lift his head back to her. "It's certain that he doesn't want to teach you, but he is a good student. Naturally, he listens to the teacher's arrangement."

"But why hasn't he come yet?"

Ji Qiushui thought for a moment and then asked her, "do you think it should be the teacher who comes to make up for the students? Or the students who take the initiative to find the teacher to make up for the lessons?"

The bell is late, "what do you mean?"

"I guess," Ji Qiushui said to her seriously, "he must have been waiting for you in the next classroom."

The bell is late, "... Isn't it?"

"Just go and have a look."

When the bell rang late, he really stood up from his position, walked out of the classroom through the back door, quietly came to the front door of class 3 next door, stood on tiptoe and secretly took a look at the position in the back corner of the classroom.

She was frightened at the sight.

As expected, she was caught by Xu Jingzheng when she secretly touched and looked at the past. She was shocked by his eyes.

When the bell rang late, I just wanted to retract my neck and slip away.

He heard his voice over there, "the bell is late. I've been waiting for you for an hour."

The bell rings late, "..."

Who made him wait.

Although she thought so, since she was caught, she honestly entered the classroom and walked in front of him.

"I..." she looked at him and said, "I didn't know you were here."

"Otherwise?" Xu Jingzheng looked at her coldly, and his mood seemed not very good. "Should I take the initiative to find you?"

It's unreasonable for the bell to sound late. Naturally, I don't think it's reasonable for teachers to take the initiative to find students to make up lessons.

So he whispered, "I'm here..."