Technology overlord starts with baby

Mo Jingchun stood in front awkwardly, and no one paid attention to him. Mo Jingchun sighed silently, carried his schoolbag and canvas bag and walked back along the stairs, looking for a row of unoccupied seats very wisely .

Regardless of how many rows there were, there was only one person sitting there, but on those unoccupied tables, there was either a book or a pen.

Fortunately, it was relatively early, there was no one behind the seventh row, and there were no weird objects on the table to occupy space.

Mo Jingchun put down his heavy schoolbag and was about to sit down slowly when he was stopped by a male classmate in the front row.

"Eh? Wait! Don't sit down!"

Mo Jingchun looked at his classmates with a puzzled face, why can't they sit down? Is this also occupied by someone? No way! There is obviously nothing on the table, if this is considered as occupying a seat, it is a bit too much.

Zhang Wende, who wears glasses and has a scholarly appearance, pointed to the table where Mo Jingchun had placed his schoolbag, and then pointed to the seat where Mo Jingchun hadn't sat down yet, and said, "The classroom hasn't been cleaned for a long time. There was a layer of dust on the table and chairs."

Mo Jingchun was stunned for a moment, and the next second habitually stretched out his finger and scratched it on the table.

Well, there was a thick layer of dust on the finger prints, and Mo Jingchun rubbed it with other fingers a few times before the dust on the fingers was wiped off.

Mo Jingchun said with a smile to the classmate who reminded him: "Thank you, classmate." Mo Jingchun still remembered that the classmate in front of him was surnamed Zhang, but he couldn't remember the exact name.

"You're welcome, just a word of mouth, my name is Zhang Wende."

"Mo Jingchun."

Zhang Wende said meaningfully: "I know you, Mo Jingchun."

Mo Jingchun, who didn't know the truth, just nodded. Mo Jingchun thought that Zhang Wende just wrote down his name when he introduced himself.

People with unique general characteristics are always more likely to be noticed. Come to think of it, no one is more likely to be noticed than Mo Jingchun, the person holding a child.

In this way, isn't it normal for students to write down their names? Besides, his name itself is very easy to remember.

Mo Jingchun.

"Being drunk, Mo Jingchun slept heavily, and gambling books disappeared with the fragrance of tea. It was only normal at that time."

After Zhang Wende reminded Mo Jingchun, the two just chatted briefly, and Zhang Wende turned around to read the textbook there.

Mo Jingchun took out a wet wipe from the wet wipe box in the canvas bag, which he usually used to wipe small PP for his sister Candy, and began to clean the dust on the table and chairs.

After wiping it twice, the original white wet wipes have changed color and turned gray, and the color of the area where the finger is pressed looks more like black.

Looking at the two empty seats next to him, Mo Jingchun thought for a while and took out a wet wipe from the wet wipe box.

After cleaning everything, Mo Jingchun sat down contentedly, and then found the textbook "C Language Programming and Basics" from a pile of books that he needed for a while.

There are still more than ten minutes before the class time, all the students rushed to the classroom one after another, found their seats and sat down, I don't know if they are a little handsome today, two girls directly sat in his seat, that is, he Wipe the two vacancies.

The shy Mo Jingchun was very happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any expression of joy on his face, and he didn't even dare to look more often.

Most of the time, Mo Jingchun's eyes would focus on the first row, to be precise, on his sister Tangtang.

At this moment, Mo Jingchun looked at the class leader Yang Xiaoyu with a look of astonishment and took out an apple from his backpack. There were still drops of water on the apple. Obviously, Yang Xiaoyu had washed the apple when he was in the dormitory. .

Mo Jingchun almost got up and ran over to get back his sister's candy. Such a big apple, to be eaten by a candy with only four baby teeth, is this a joke? Blame the kind monitor, Yang Xiaoyu.

The moment Mo Jingchun was about to get up, class leader Yang Xiaoyu had a spoon in his other hand as if by magic. No matter how he looked at it, Mo Jingchun felt that this was a premeditated and planned action .

Candy was hugged by another female classmate, with big eyes, only the apple in front of her eyes was left in the whole world.

jingle bell~

jingle bell ~

As the class bell rang, the girls reluctantly returned to their seats. At the door, a professor with silver hair and a tough look walked into the classroom with a teacup.

In the hands of the old professor, there is nothing else except the thermos cup with strong tea, textbooks? nonexistent.

Stepping into the classroom before the old professor, a female voice echoed in the empty classroom, and Mo Jingchun knew whose voice it was! It's so familiar! Class monitor Yang Xiaoyu!

"stand up!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, whether they were students in this class or other classes, or the professor Song Yunqing who had just stepped into the lecture theater.

But the students, like Mo Jingchun, were only stunned for a moment, and the familiar feeling engraved in their bones returned.

All the students stood up after saying "stand up", and everyone shouted respectfully in unison: "Hello, teacher!"

There is no shyness, no frustration, it is so natural, so uniform.

The sound of nearly 200 people was so loud, Mo Jingchun felt that at least the whole building could hear it, and even farther away.

Song Yunqing walked to the podium, put down the thermos cup in his hand, and bowed in return.

"Hello students!"

Song Yunqing felt very happy today, and when he returned to the office, he could spend a day with a few other old guys.

I don't know if it was Mo Jingchun and the others who took the lead, but a neat "Hello, teacher" came from outside the door one after another.

The students sat down sparsely, and the chairs in the lecture theater made noises, but Song Yunqing thought the sound was very beautiful.

After everyone sat down and the lecture hall became quiet again, Mo Jingchun always had a smile on his face.

"You are a group of lovely children, and you are also the bridge of the country's future. Maybe in a few years, there will be bridges and pillars of the country among you."

"Don't think it's impossible." Song Yunqing knocked on the table forcefully, making a loud bang.

"Maybe, that person is you!"

"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Song, and my full name is Song Yunqing. Teaching and educating people is half of my hobby. I don't have any other hobbies. I just like the pride of cultivating talents!"

"To use a sentence that you can all hear, you are proud of the school today, and the school will be proud of you tomorrow. I also hope that every student sitting here can become a pillar of talent that makes the teacher proud. "

All the students listened carefully to every word of the teacher. When they heard the words that the school is proud of you and the teacher, they couldn't help but think in their minds.

"Can I really?"