I Just Want to Deliver a Normal Takeout

"Okay, no kidding, we actually saw the new classmate you mentioned in May. How do you feel?"

"Hmm—" After pondering for a while, May replied, "He's a strange but powerful person."

She wanted to use words to describe Chen Feng, but after thinking about it, she couldn't say a complete sentence because she had too few words in her head.

In a hurry, May, who stepped on a hot iron plate, said:

"In short, I know a lot of things, but I have no common sense..."

"Oh, is that him?"

Erno, who had been playing with her phone and didn't speak, picked up her phone and turned towards May and Ichika.

Looking at Chen Feng smoking a cigarette in the corridor, part of his body was photographed in this photo, but May didn't care, but nodded and said:

"Yes, this is classmate Chen Feng!"

"What, he looks like a bad boy with such a good face, huh..." He pouted his lips in disdain, Er Nai stood up, it seemed that she didn't have a good impression of Chen Feng, "Let's go. , take a stroll around the school to digest it. Look at you in May, you have gained weight!"

"Hu... nonsense, I only ate five buns as snacks every day during this period of time, so I didn't gain weight!"

The rebuttal is completely unconvincing...

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ps: Look, almost 3000 words (akimbo)

Chapter 11 Don't throw things around, or you will be beaten

Chen Feng, who was separated from May, did not go back to the classroom directly, but went to the school's supermarket, where he bought a set of long ruler tools and large paper used by the art department and other clubs for painting.

He folded these things and held them in his hands, as if he was hanging out in the teaching building. His expression was the same as those of the classmates walking around. If it wasn't for the legend of him beating the teacher, there was too little homework in this group, and he was idle. If it spreads too fast among the high school students who are sore, he thinks that no one should notice him.

After walking through the entire teaching building, Chen Feng had already figured out the grades and the distribution of the classes in this school.And according to his years of experience, this building did not build any special areas, so he only planned to draw an architectural plan of the teaching building.

After a little bit of memory, I wrote down the corridors where most of the students often come and go, and Chen Feng just returned to the classroom. At this time, May had happily eaten meat buns at her place.

Seeing Chen Feng come back with a lot of things, May asked with a puzzled look:

"Classmate Chen, what are you doing with these things?"

"Draw a few pictures to better understand the school."

"Eh?" Mayy asked excitedly, as if he had discovered some treasure, "Can classmate Chen show me how you want to draw? It looks amazing."

This kind of little thing is not a bad thing to be seen. It's just a drawing of a school building floor plan. What a fuss about it.When he bombed the headquarters building of the hostile armed forces, he even obtained the construction drawings, and easily collapsed a ten-story building with the least amount of explosives.

Chen Feng nodded without any hesitation.

"it is good."

Taking away the textbook on the table, Chen Feng began to operate with a long ruler and pencil.

Chen Feng has an extraordinary talent for distance and data processing. Although he is only walking in the teaching building, Chen Feng has already measured the length and width of most parts of the teaching building. The error is Chen Feng. Very confident that it will never exceed 5cm.

The floor plan is still being painted, but the class bell has already rang. However, Chen Feng, who has entered a serious working state, will not be affected by the surrounding environment unless he is in danger.

I guess he doesn't know that he is in class now, right?

"Student Chen...Student Chen...he's in class!"

May, who was sitting next to Chen Feng, shouted softly, but unfortunately Chen Feng continued to swing the long ruler to draw as if he hadn't heard it.

May, who had repeatedly shouted to no avail, lay on the table like a full salted fish, recognized the reality and gave up the fantasy of awakening Chen Feng.

The main reason is that Chen Feng is an image of a scholar in her eyes. He must have completed this knowledge by himself, right?

The teacher who came to the class was a young female teacher. It seemed that she had only worked for a few years, and her immaturity and stubbornness had not been completely covered by the dust of society.

The course she teaches is Japanese history, which is an extremely boring course for students who are not interested in history, but she is so dedicated that no matter which student deserts her class, she will shout. The other party asks the other party to refocus on listening.

This time, too, she wanted to call back Chen Feng, who was sitting in the last row.

"The student sitting in the last row, we are going to class, please take out your textbook and listen carefully!"

Chen Feng was still bowing his head and drawing without any intention of raising his head to respond to her. The teacher's words on the podium seemed to him not even the wind in his ears, after all, the wind in his ears at least entered his ears.

Anger appeared on the teacher's face in the history class. When she came to work at noon today, she heard that there was a violent incident in which a student hit the teacher this morning, and the teacher who was beaten fainted. She should still be in the hospital now. Did not wake up.

When I think of the completely unequal status of students and teachers in this era, if a teacher hits a student, he will lose his job, and in serious cases, he will be sued in court, but what about a student hitting a teacher?It is said that the person involved is still in class, and the school has absolutely no intention to punish the other party.

The sun outside the window was hot, but she only felt cold sweat and cold hands and feet. What happened to this society? !

When did students start pooping on their teachers?

Her spirit of education is burning, and she can't let students not attend classes, whether it is for her dignity as a teacher or for the future of her students.

Her past experience told her that countless students who didn't study hard at school would encounter many difficulties in society that they could not solve. They were inferior in education, inferior in culture, and in the end they had to be careful even when speaking!

The immature student must be made to listen carefully to the class. After class is over, he will ask the head teacher of the class to explain the situation, and let the other party see if the student has encountered any difficulties recently...

In just ten seconds, the history teacher on the podium had already turned upside down, drawing pictures one after another, until the corner of her eye glanced at a box of chalk on the podium.

Since words cannot bring you back to your senses, use chalk to wake you up. If one is not enough, use ten!

Tying together several pieces of chalk with a rubber band that was left under the desk, the history teacher controlled the strength in his hands, aiming at the desk where Chen Feng was drawing blueprints and threw it out gently.

At a young age, she knew how to draw on paper without studying hard, and she even bought a long ruler to pretend she was a professional. She had seen many such students.Almost all of them are drawing cartoons and stick figures that are not doing their job properly, and in the end, they waste their time, don't hear the lessons, and don't achieve anything in those drawing careers.