Rebirth: I Have a Spiritual Spring

Chapter 8 The third grade teacher of junior high school, Feng Ying

Feng Ying was shocked when she saw Zhang Wanwan readily taking out the test paper for the male classmate, "Wanwan, you have changed your gender! Weren't you the most disgusted with others copying your homework before? Or you were of the opposite **** and inhumane! I used to talk to You want test papers but you won’t give them to me!”

Feng Ying stared at Zhang Wanwan accusingly, making Zhang Wanwan dumbfounded, "Isn't this because I don't want to pester you! Believe it or not, if I tell you not to give it, they can ask the team leader to copy it later, but the result is still the same!"

Feng Ying choked. Thinking about it, those people are so wretched that there is no limit, and their skin is thicker than the city wall. Even if they are rejected, they will not understand. They will still go their own way, copying when they should, and they can find ways to copy even if they can't. They can definitely do it. beyond their imagination.

After a small episode, Zhang Wanwan's surroundings instantly became quiet. Of course, it's not that those classmates have become better behaved, but that eight papers can kill them. If they don't work hard at this time, the class teacher can make them shed a layer of skin, and they are working hard. The few people in Bijishu just like liberal arts papers, as long as they are written in such a way that they look like they have some content.

Those people stopped making trouble and Zhang Wanwan calmed down and continued to open the textbook and recite. Soon the head teacher came in with high heels.

The head teacher is a newly married female teacher who is less than 30 years old. She has a good figure and average appearance. She wears a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her sharp eyes look like she has nothing to hide and hides no secrets. As if they couldn't help her, those who were still copying papers quickly put the papers in the drawer and began to work secretly underground.

"Ahem." The head teacher cleared his throat and lazily ignored the students who didn't study well. He glanced at the ceiling and said sternly, with a tone of arrogance and sternness: "The high school entrance examination will be in three months. The nine-year compulsory education will protect you at most. In the last three months, if you don't work hard, you will be out of society after the high school entrance examination. What can you do at a young age? Go to the construction site or become an apprentice? I have already mentioned the hardships, and I will not repeat the clichés today. You just need to remember that the reading test is for you and has nothing to do with the teacher. After three months, we will go our separate ways. I can’t help you live well in the future. Zhanguang, it has nothing to do with me if you are not doing well, why am I bothering you so much to urge you to study? I don’t want you to follow a bright path!"

With a bang, the class teacher's teaching materials fell heavily on the podium, and she could be seen staring sharply at the boy next to Zhang Wanwan. The man was still copying with his head lowered, without any alertness at all.

Zhang Wanwan really wanted to help her forehead.

The head teacher roared: "Ding Juncai! What are you doing? Hand over the things on the table! You don't study all day, and you act like a little gangster. You think you can have any future, your parents are blind." The name you chose!”

"Pfft!" The whole class couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Wanwan felt that the class teacher had a bit of a venomous tongue, but was inexplicably humorous, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Feng Ying beside her was already lying on the table with a smile. Due to the presence of the class teacher, she did not dare to be too presumptuous, so she smiled and sat upright, returning to her good student behavior. group.

The class teacher waited for the class to quiet down before continuing: "I don't care what you are like in normal times, but you have tightened your skin in the past three months. If someone's mock exam slows down the class, I will break their legs!"

Although it was a joke, the students couldn't help but feel their hearts twitching. The witch in charge of the class would not really hit them. As long as they gave them a few more papers and gave them detention or something, it would be enough for them to drink. As we digressed, the class teacher began to ask the class leader to organize morning reading, and took a few thorns to recite. Not surprisingly, those people were so serious that they couldn't even recite an ancient poem clearly. The better thing was that they could recite it in knots. Baba, not skilled at all, almost made the class teacher angry. As a result, their class became a beautiful scenery in the corridor during the first class on Monday. I saw a group of non-mainstream teenagers with mousse on their hair standing outside the corridor. They were holding textbooks in their hands and mumbling something, which looked weird.

The class teacher was explaining the papers while looking outside from time to time. He felt it hurt his eyes no matter what. He was so angry that he shouted angrily: "If you let me see your hair standing on end again in the future, I will get a basin of hot water to pour it down for you!"

The good students burst out laughing again, while the male students who stayed in the classroom and put mousse on their heads wanted to get under the table, fearing that the class teacher would get mad and stab them.

As soon as the bell rang, the noisy first period was finally over.

Feng Ying breathed a sigh of relief, fell down softly, and complained feebly to Zhang Wanwan: "Why do I feel that my old class has eaten explosives today? There was a dead face hanging as soon as he entered the door, and there was no smiling face in the whole class. , terrible menopausal woman!”

Zhang Wanwan was about to speak when she heard the movement on the other side and turned around subconsciously. She saw Ding Juncai rushing from the corridor to his seat like a wind and starting to copy papers blatantly. He almost cried, "Who the **** arranged this?" So much homework? Why don’t you let me live? What if I can’t finish it?”

Seeing his miserable appearance, Feng Ying's spirit improved a lot, and she looked gloating. She teased Ding Juncai a few words before she said seriously to Zhang Wanwan: "My parents know the leaders of Yucai Middle School. As long as I get the score they set in the exam, You can go, Wanwan, your grades are so good, it should be no problem, and we can be together again when we both go to Yucai Middle School."

Feng Ying thought very well, but Zhang Wanwan knew that this was not the case. In their previous lives, they had all been admitted to Yucai Middle School, but they were not in the same class. Feng Ying's family knew the leaders of the school, and her parents directly took her to the rich second-generation government. In the second-generation class, she had a new good friend. When she was a freshman in high school, she They can still get together to talk every now and then. By the time they are divided into classes in the second year of high school, they rarely see each other due to the heavy workload. The friendship between girls is pure and fragile, and cannot withstand too many tests, especially the wear and tear of time. By the time they reach the third year of high school, both of them are fast. We no longer interact with each other, and we only occasionally say hello when we bump into each other on the road.

Moreover, Feng Ying entered a circle that was beyond her reach and became good at comparison. She had many petty thoughts of her own and only made friends with rich people. She would naturally gradually become alienated from friends with ordinary family backgrounds like her.

It's just that they had agreed to go to Yucai Middle School together before. Zhang Wanwan hesitated for a moment and nodded, but she made a decision in her heart. She would not go to that Yucai Middle School, but she would not go back on her promise in front of Feng Ying. This age children Your wife is immature and her world view is very black and white. She won’t care what your reasons are. She will only think that you have promised well but changed your mind at the last moment. There will definitely be cracks in the friendship between the two people. In the spirit of more, less is worse than less. Zhang Wanwan fell silent.

(End of chapter)