In order to live another three seconds, Duan Lei rationally did not answer his question. Listening to the stammering recitation beside me, I took a deep breath and plunged back into the terribly headache-inducing English.
The students' enthusiasm for learning was so high that Lao Helai was taken aback when he took the first class.
Yang Fan just arrived in Class 7, and through last night's self-study and this morning's lecture work, he has spoken to almost everyone in the class.
The process of Lao He's walk made him come on stage to introduce himself, and there was a lively and well-intentioned roar from the audience.
"...and don't rush too hard, save a little strength for the back."
Lao He was very happy. After writing the blackboard, he once again took the class time to do work for his classmates: "I heard that some classmates deliberately come to study early in the morning. This spirit is worth encouraging. It doesn't matter if you go over the wall, you can go over It's not right to fall on the head of the head of the education department when the wall is..."
There are no special circumstances in the back wall, generally no one cares. This morning, a boy climbed over the wall and didn't look carefully, and happened to bump into the director of the education department who parked an electric car under the wall.
There is also a notice just above the electric car that the director of the Academic Affairs Office has just posted that it is forbidden to park electric cars here.
…
Then both sides quickly left the scene under the murderous aura from the director of the Academic Affairs Office.
It was a false alarm, and Lao He didn't need to hunt for people in the past, but the story itself was circulated in various offices, and it soon became the core of the new gossip in the third middle school.
"Accident, accident."
The boy who became one of the core figures of the gossip was very modest, and responded to the notes that were passed from all directions in the class asking for the inside story: "At that time, the director and I looked at each other, and we were very tacit. The director made a 'Bah!' sound..."
The gossip continued for two classes. After immersing themselves in the study of the historical knowledge that is said to be "same destination" with English, the seventh class discussed with great interest where the director's electric car ended up parked.
Yu Sheng leaned against the window and listened to the group chatting for a while, but couldn't help: "Who speaks English and history the same way?"
Yao Qiang believed in the teachers so much, he crossed out another timetable for playing games and filled in the history exercise book: "History teacher!"
"… "
Yu Sheng looked at the next class schedule and felt that there might be many subjects that share the same goal as English.
The teaching progress of the teachers of No. 3 Middle School is in line with that of most of the students. Yu Sheng's own review progress is much faster than the teachers' lectures. He has communicated with teachers of various subjects, and basically he continues to review at his own pace during class.
Just after finishing a set of essays, Yu Sheng put down his pen, and was about to look through Jin Linkun and stuffed something into his schoolbag, when the phone on the table suddenly buzzed twice.
Just remembered that he forgot to mute when he came out in the morning, Yu Sheng pressed the volume button twice, picked it up and took a look at the news.
There is a make-up teacher in the temple: friend, is the get out of class over yet
There is a tutor in the temple: your classmates prefer that style, humorous or cold, just by pressing your head? Or to cite a little, and mention some anecdotes from English-speaking countries...
Yu Sheng thought about what he had seen and heard just now, and replied: As long as you mentioned the word English, they should like it.
The remedial teacher in the temple seemed to be stumped by this overly broad request. The display of [the other party is typing] jumped out and changed back, and no new message was sent for a long time.
After a while, he called directly.
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and picked up: "Why?"
He held his mobile phone in one hand, touched the bag twice with the other, and took out a carton of milk and two bags of small bread.
It was the first time to make a phone call at school, and the noise around him could not be heard clearly, so Yu Sheng raised his hand and put the phone to his ear.
After a while, the opposite side smiled: "... I'm nervous, I want to hear what you have to say."
…
Yu Sheng put down the phone and glanced at the caller ID.
"Really, it's me, it's not that I lost my phone."
As soon as Jin Linkun guessed, he knew what the children were thinking: "They—won't they think I didn't speak well? If the classmates don't respond well, just cough and hint to me—"
Yu Sheng bit the milk straw while talking to him on the phone, choked a mouthful, and couldn't help coughing several times.
Jin Linkun: "..."
"Okay, it's not as severe as you think."
Yu Sheng suppressed his smile and cleared his throat: "According to your courseware, you can speak normally."
He watched the courseware yesterday, and it was so detailed that it could almost give people a zero-based enlightenment in English.
However, Jin Linkun couldn't put his mind at ease. After finishing the PPT, he had to knock on the same group members of the summer camp one by one, and let his good friends help to see if it was suitable or not.
One o'clock in the morning is the starting point of struggle for most of the top students in the summer camp, and the PPT is sent out and there is a reply soon.
Xia Junhua: Kunshen, you did this
Cen Rui: Kunshen, is this what you are going to tell others
Liang Yifan: God Kun, can you actually speak English like this
Ding Zhengjiao: Kunshen, does your conscience hurt
…
Unexpectedly, it was the team leader who couldn't help it first. Yu Sheng held his head and watched the fun. Letting a group of people who had been controlled by Kun's English-speaking fears revolt, they fought against Jin Linkun for 1 minute and 30 minutes. stern condemnation.
"… I'm afraid they won't like it."
On the phone, Jin Linkun smiled and said softly, "Your classmates are always nervous."
The low and soft voice passed through the microphone, and the magnetic part was inexplicably amplified.
Without seeing anyone, the gentleness in his tone became plain and obvious again, almost like a whisper in his ear.
Yu Sheng thought about how to encourage him for a long time, but before he could say anything, the preparation bell rang before the class.
The scurrying classmates quickly returned to their places, and the voices of turning over the book and asking what class were in chaos. Jin Linkun also heard the ringing across the phone, and without saying more, urged him to hang up.
Yu Sheng stuffed the phone into the table, changed the set of papers, and filled in the first few questions. The tip of the pen paused for a while unconsciously.
Demonstration next door, Jin Linkun was taking the time to organize the lesson plan for the first supplementary class, when the screen of the mobile phone next to him suddenly lit up.
Yu Sheng's WeChat avatar and remarks were very cold and concise, and only when he opened the screen, the position of the opposite WeChat name suddenly refreshed automatically once in a century.
The little monk said: Be nervous.
The little monk said: I like it.
In the evening self-study, the new tutor came to the door of the third and seventh class of senior high school early with a laptop and a lesson plan.
"What is Brother Sheng's family church like?"
Yao Qiang couldn't help but wonder: "A man or a woman? How old are you? Are you serious?"
Duan Lei said deeply: "Anyway, it's good to have a tutor."
Yang Fan in the back row participated in the group discussion for the first time. He was very excited and couldn't help raising his hand to ask, "Why is it good to have tutoring?"
Yao Qiang patted him on the shoulder: "Because your brother Lei always felt that someone put a chip into Brother Sheng's brain."
"… "
Although there is no official exam yet, Yu Sheng's several quizzes in the class have been directly used as templates, especially the mock papers left by Wen Zong last time, and the answers so far are still posted on the back blackboard for students to visit and study .
The classmates of the third and seventh grades of high school have always had extreme blind admiration for their brother Sheng, but they still follow the basic laws of things. I believe that there must be some other auxiliary reasons for Yu Sheng's sudden rise.
Especially after Yu Sheng offered to have a tutor.
Although they didn't know anything about the tutor who was about to make up the class, all the students in Class 3 and 7 agreed that he must be a very powerful person.
"Let's investigate this tutor for Brother Sheng."
Duan Lei didn't have time to chat with these people, so he glanced cautiously in Yu Sheng's direction, and grabbed a group of younger brothers: "If he is taller than that man in black, more handsome than that man in black, and looks better than that man in black. beat… "
The boy next to him was ignorant: "You will marry Brother Sheng to him?"
…
The classroom suddenly fell silent again.
Yu Sheng was haggling with the tutor outside the classroom, not paying attention to what the group of people were saying, looked up at the suddenly quiet classroom, and continued to send two messages.
Yu Sheng: All right, we should be ready to meet you.
Yu Sheng: Come in.
After encouraging the target, Yu Sheng categorically rejected the tutor's request and changed the WeChat name back.
Although Jin Linkun quickly took a screenshot of the picture, he was still very sorry for a while, and sent several messages around the corner, trying to make a slight premium on the remuneration for make-up lessons.
Yu Sheng's bargaining was very direct: love kisses, don't pull them down.
This hand is obviously very useful. Two seconds later, the tutor who failed to raise the price gently knocked on the door of the classroom of Class 3 and 7 of Senior High School.
Duan Lei, who was still stressing repeatedly with the younger brothers to win over this tutor and rescued Brother Sheng from the clutches of the man in black, quickly raised his head and looked at the figure who came in: "..."
"Don't say it!" The boy's eyes lit up just now, "I think this tutor is more handsome than the man in black!"
Another boy looked at it carefully for a long time, and agreed: "It's quite handsome, but it seems to be about the same height as the man in black."
The third nodded and watched as the person who came in connected the computer to the multimedia: "I don't know why, but it seems that he can fight almost like the man in black..."
"..." Duan Lei was completely desperate for these people: "Wake up, he just changed into a silver-grey shirt!!"
The collapsed Duan Lei was hitting his head on the desk. Yu Sheng looked at her boyfriend's new look, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, put down his pen and raised his eyes.
Jin Linkun is making his opening remarks. The high-quality silver-gray shirt is meticulously pulled up to the elbow. He looks more than one grade more handsome than usual. , Yu Sheng's classmate—"
As he spoke, he glanced around under the stand, just in time to meet Yu Sheng's line of sight.
Probably in order to give the classmates a good head and support the work of the make-up teacher who was a little nervous on the first day on the job, Yu Sheng tidied up the table with great cooperation, and sat upright according to the posture of a good student in memory, and waited. let him continue talking.
It's a pity that the school tyrant either makes up for sleep or brushes the questions by himself every day.
…
Maybe a little bit behind.
Jin Linkun looked at the children who were sitting upright with their left arms folded over their right arms under the stage, and suddenly got stuck in the middle of the self-introduction.
Mingming was still ruthlessly haggling on WeChat just now, telling him to talk if he could talk and leave if he couldn't.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, her heart was so soft that she couldn't help but lift the corners of her lips: "Student Yu Sheng's... tutor."
One evening self-study was fifty-five minutes, and Jin Linkun gave an extra five minutes, and taught class seven for an hour.
He did a lot of homework, and he deliberately knew the level of his classmates in advance. Straight from the most basic grammar in junior high school, it is detailed and careful, and the writing on the blackboard is neat and neat, without the usual stance.
Yu Sheng was familiar with these contents for a long time. He originally wanted to cooperate to enhance the atmosphere and just memorize the words for a while.
What he had noticed in Jin Linkun's eyes before, that kind of extremely hidden, extremely solid, deep-rooted pride, was already full in his chest before he had time to notice it himself.
…
Even when Jin Linkun turned to write on the blackboard, he involuntarily pulled out his mobile phone and aimed at the person on the stage to focus.
Then because Jin Linkun wrote too fast, before he turned around, he hurriedly threw the phone into the table.
The second half of the supplementary course is a time for practice and answering questions, and it also gives students who have just absorbed a bunch of new knowledge a little time to digest and master them.
Jin Linkun arranged a page of topics and put them on the projection for the students to copy and practice. He came down and walked around the classroom by himself to answer the questions occasionally raised by people.
Class 7 students have been captured by their studies. For the time being, no one pays attention to the relationship between tutors and people in black. They concentrate on discussing the topic. The one on the left is "Mr. Jin" and the other is "Ms. Jin", which is very immersive.
Yu Sheng turned over the exercise book, but before turning two pages, a somewhat familiar figure landed on the pages of the exercise book.
You can recognize this person by looking at the shape, but Yu Sheng didn't lift his head, he pulled him to the side twice: "Rang Rang, Mr. Jin, block the light."
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and he turned to his side in cooperation.
The effect of the supplementary class seemed to be pretty good, and the chain didn't fall off in front of Yu Sheng's classmates.
Having talked a bit too much just now, Jin Linkun subconsciously cleared his throat twice and wanted to talk to him, but the thermos cup in Yu Sheng's hand had already been slammed.
Throat tea, with a little sweetness of honey, the chubby fat sea floats in the light yellow tea.
Jin Linkun took a few sips, couldn't help raising the corner of his lips, and leaned over holding the thermos cup: "Little boy, is there anything you don't understand?"
He supported Yu Sheng's chair back with one hand, his chest and shoulders overturned, and a touch of warmth fell on the back of Sheng's neck and shoulders.
Yu Sheng put down his pen and raised his head to meet his smiling eyes.
…
Duan Lei had just solved a grammar problem by himself, and had a very strong sense of accomplishment. He held up the calculation paper and asked Teacher Jin to help him to see if it was right. When he looked up, his voice suddenly caught in his throat.
Right next to him, the humorous and humorous supplementary teacher leaned over, pressed the paper on his brother Sheng's desk with one hand, and explained the above topics in detail.
Brother Sheng, who was able to frame the out-of-school gangsters on the wall with one hand, didn't seem to be paying attention at all. He looked up at the tutor for a while, leaned back slightly on his shoulders, and pressed the ends of his hair against the shoulders of his silver-gray shirt.
Very slow, almost imperceptible if you don't look carefully, and lightly rubbed twice.