Just when the Capital Museum of Yan City urgently dispatched staff to prepare for the reception of important antiques, a family of siblings in Qunnan Province, thousands of miles away, were so angry that they hadn't slept well for a few days.
Jiang Xiaoyun couldn't figure out why he couldn't even start his good plan.
Regardless of how things go on with Antiques, in order to ensure their safety, first of all, Jiang Chacha and Lin Jingzhe have to get on the line. However, since the first attempt failed, they have not been able to find other suitable entry points for many days since. Lin Jingzhe didn't get in, and his personality was so suspicious that he changed the locks in his house as soon as the funeral was over. Every day he went out, he was always stuck with his hairy kid named Gao Sheng, and he didn't give them anything at all. Opportunity to be alone.
Section Chief Wang from the provincial capital has made a few more phone calls in the past few days, and his attitude has become very impatient. Talking about the land division under the jurisdiction of Qunnan City this time, he is also very prepared not to take the Jiang family to play. the meaning of. Seeing that the situation was imminent, not to mention Jiang Xiaoyun's siblings, even Jiang Qiaqia, who was in the provincial capital, was anxious. She changed her mind from just wanting to exchange feelings with her son, and was so anxious that she even called the school.
But of course, Lin Jingzhe didn't pick up the call after he learned the address of the call.
Jiang Xiaoyun has been so irritated by this fire these days, just a little bit, she wants to find fault with everyone she sees, and after finishing the phone call with her brother to analyze the plan, she scolded her husband Liu De, but there was no other way, she could only Sitting with arms crossed and sullen.
Jiang Run heard the content of the call: "Mom, is it for Lin Jingzhe again?"
"This little bastard!" Jiang Xiaoyun scolded bitterly, "I got a few broken antiques, and I almost forgot my surname, and I don't even eat the soft words of my own mother. What a bastard."
Jiang Run heard the words and sat beside her, his face was also very gloomy. On Monday, after the flag-raising ceremony, he was mentioned by the dean and slipped under the red flag, where he reviewed Lin Jingzhe in front of all the teachers and students of the school. Facing the mocking gazes coming from all directions after the game, he wished he could get into the mud, and he didn't want to live longer in this world for a minute. It would be nothing more than a shame to throw it at my grandmother's house.
Lin Jingzhe is a catastrophe, and it's not a good thing to meet him!
If it wasn't for a demerit sanction hanging above his head, Jiang Run would have to find an opportunity to beat him up.
However, listening to what my mother and uncle said, it seemed that with the batch of antiques in Lin Jingzhe's hands, he would be able to catch up with some big people in the provincial capital.
If that's the case, why is he afraid of not remembering any demerits? People just raise their hands, don't they just pick the best universities in the province? Jiang Run's thoughts moved, and he thought about it more. He gave his mother an idea and said, "Since he doesn't want to toast, let's give him some color. Mom, it's not convenient for you and uncle to come forward. I'll come!"
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Hu Yu spent a few days studying those sets of textbooks, and the more she studied, the more enlightened she felt. Originally, she believed in Lin Jingzhe's words 60 percent, but now it has risen to 90 percent.
In her dreams, she was thinking about the students' further education. Of course, she couldn't sit still when she made a new discovery. After revising the new lesson plan urgently, she found the school leader with the teaching materials and lesson preparation schedule.
Unfortunately, school leaders don't take this seriously.
Hu Yu had to contact several other class teachers, but none of the class teachers supported her.
The head teachers in Classes 2, 3, and 4 are fairly kind, but when they were looking at the textbooks, they were also picking on faults—
"Comprehension of function guide? Synthesis of number series? This question type is too difficult!"
"That is, the change curve of this kind of material quantity, even I have to count it for a long time, this is not in the scope of application of senior three students at all!"
"You've prepared a little too much. How could you possibly pass the test? It's the review stage, and the students are so busy with their homework. We took out this set of textbooks to help them grow."
"No, no, absolutely not."
Hu Yu frowned deeply: "Don't deny them all at once, and look at them more, and you will definitely improve your outlook."
Those head teachers were unmoved, which was inevitable. Although they couldn't see it on the surface, they despised Hu Yu, who was a little too honest. Hu Yu's proposal to them seemed to them like a primary school student trying to instruct college students how to write a graduation thesis. Who would really take it seriously
Li Yurong was even more sarcastic on the spot: "What are you looking at? No wonder the grades in Class 5 are always not going up. Teacher Hu, you are busy studying these things if you don't study well all day long? So many teachers and school leaders in the school have spent a lot of time. You have worked so hard to compile the review materials for more than half a year. Do you think these miscellaneous books you bought in the Xinhua Bookstore are not as good as the miscellaneous books you bought in the Xinhua Bookstore. Teacher Hu, what do you mean
Li Yurong was a new teacher who had just arrived at the school a few years ago. She had a very deep background, but her qualifications were not high. Therefore, the generous benefits along the way were naturally plundered by others who should have enjoyed them.
Establishment quota, advanced study in provincial capitals, selection of good teachers... Even before Li Yurong came, Hu Yu used to be the head teacher of the first class. The contradiction between the two of them is well known to the whole school, so that Li Yurong even went to class 5 to show her heartlessness, but she is so sharp and sharp, how can Hu Yu, an honest middle-aged woman, be able to resist, often just like now, He was so red with sarcasm that he didn't know how to refute, so he could only tear up with anger.
The other teachers frowned slightly at Li Yurong's mean brows. But the profession of a teacher is noble, and it is just an ordinary workplace. On the one hand, there are the old teachers who dare to exploit the welfare openly and openly, and on the other hand, there are related households who can enter and leave the principal's office at any time. Offending the latter for the former is obviously not worth the loss.
Li Yurong saw that Hu Yu's thin and thin back was hunched by her own irony, she sneered, and wanted to say more, but was so frightened by the loud bang that she forgot to speak.
Everyone looked at the prestige subconsciously. At the door of the teacher's office, Lin Jingzhe, who was wearing a school uniform, was staring blankly at the room with his hands in his pockets. He retracted the foot that kicked the door, and glanced at the dumbfounded Li Yurong, as if he had done nothing just now, and said to Hu Yu, "Mr. Hu, go to class."
The school uniform is very wide, and it is worn on his tall and thin body. It is obviously a very ordinary style, but it has a very different temperament, and people can't take their eyes away.
Hu Yu wiped away her tears, nodded gratefully, and hurriedly gathered up the textbooks and left.
Lin Jingzhe stared at Li Yurong for a while and then left.
It wasn't until the fair, thin, handsome face was out of sight that Li Yurong seemed to have regained her breath, and then she burst into anger: "Look at him, what does this look like..."
It's a pity that no one shared the same hatred, and the other head teachers were a little bit happy.
Li Yurong was in Class 5 English in this class. She felt very uncomfortable when she thought of going to teach Lin Jingzhe's group. After randomly packing up a few textbooks and taking a class with a few scribbled words, she decided that this class should still be taught by the group of rubbish students, but before announcing the self-study, she must reprimand the arrogant Lin Jingzhe.
Who would have thought that as soon as she stepped into the door of Class 5, before she could even open her mouth, she was almost blinded by the booing of the fifty or so students inside.
"Li Yurong, get out! Li Yurong, get out! Li Yurong, get out!"
Fifty or so students shouted in unison as they slapped their books on the tabletop. The volume was like a tsunami, and Li Yurong couldn't even move her feet.
She stood there dumbfounded, shivering with anger when she realized what had happened.
Lin Jingzhe sat at the last table, leaning against the window, holding his cheek in one hand and holding a pen in the other, lazily watching the whole class, under the elated instruction of Deng Mai, who was at the same table, attracted the dean, and alarmed several principals.
The students' collective strike was unprecedented since the establishment of the school. For a teacher, there is no greater humiliation than this. Even if the humiliation came from a group of students who she had never taught seriously, Li Yurong found it unacceptable. She leaned on the corridor and cried out of breath, while she wore a shiny bald head and a huge belly. The principal of the first middle school was by her side, comforting her with a distressed face.
The dean brought back the news that the communication failed, and also reported to the principal what he had learned about Li Yurong's self-study courses for Class 5 students this semester. He can somewhat understand where the anger of the fifth class students comes from. It is better not to have a teacher like Li Yurong.
When the vice-principal heard the situation, his face instantly became very ugly. He originally thought it was just that the students were simply disobedient. How could he have thought that there would be such an embarrassing inside story.
He criticized seriously: "Mr. Li, you are so irresponsible..."
When Li Yurong heard that she had been exposed, she cried more and more. The principal couldn't bear it, and defended her: "Instead of pursuing responsibility now, it is better to think about how to solve this matter. There will be opportunities for criticism in the future!"
However, the law does not blame the public, and at the time of admission, it is absolutely impossible for the school to impose sanctions on more than 50 students at the same time. Therefore, the best solution is for Li Yurong to go back to class as if nothing happened.
But how could Li Yurong agree? She refused so much that her voice split: "I don't teach anymore!! I don't teach anymore!! I don't want to teach this group of trash students anymore!!!"
The principal was silent for a while, sighed, and discussed with the vice-principal: "Since they don't want to take English classes, let them go."
"Principal, how is this possible! The college entrance examination is coming soon..." The vice-principal looked disapproving.
The principal patted Li Yurong on the shoulder to comfort him, and interrupted him impatiently: "If the cow doesn't drink water, can we still press our head? Just like the students in Class 5, they are unorganized and undisciplined, and their grades are messed up. You also expect them to take the college entrance examination..."
He made a decision without hesitation, and the vice-principal couldn't object. He could only helplessly watch Li Yurong, who was crying with his legs, to leave, and then looked at the dean, who also didn't know what to say.
They all understood that Class 5 was completely abandoned.
The troubles of the adults did not affect the children. In the classroom, the students in Class 5 who realized that they had successfully driven away Li Yurong were cheered.
Deng Mai ran around the classroom happily, tapping on the pencil case, and then lying on Lin Jingzhe's table in admiration: "Dude, you are too good."
For a year in a row, Li Yurong basically did not teach them any new classes. As soon as the bell rang in each class, she would come in at 250,000 to 80,000 people and sit on the podium to announce self-study, waiting for the forty minutes after class. When it's time, she doesn't do anything, and she's always cynical and sarcastic.
The key point is that she often bullies Hu Yu, the head teacher of the fifth class!
The students in Class 5 have good grades, but they are not blind. Hu Yu is very good at them and they know how much they care about them. Therefore, no matter how much they don't like to study, they try to listen to the math class quietly without sleeping.
There is a lot of old hatred and new hatred. The fifth class students wanted to drive Li Yurong away for a long time, but they kept holding back their anger because they were afraid of being punished by the school or called their parents.
But now, they actually rely on their own strength to fight so much that the principal does not dare to say a word, and they can still get their wish!
Lin Jingzhe clamped Deng Mai's chin with two long, white fingers, and turned away his black face, which was showing a look of reverence but was too close.
Once the news of a student strike in a middle school makes a big splash, even if the trouble is only in the class with the worst grades, at the Education Bureau, the principal will have to go around.
For him, who had already stepped into society, an institution like the school had stripped away its sacred and inviolable cloak.
He finished holding his cheeks, retracted his hands, took out the English textbook he had chosen, leaned lazily against the back of the seat, and threw the textbook on the table.
"Don't be too happy." Lin Jingzhe slowly opened the book, turned it around, presented the catalog page under Deng Mai's eyes, and tapped lightly with one finger, "From today onwards, I will teach English. class. If anyone is disobedient, I will ask you."
The early morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice and sprinkled on his white face. Deng Mai leaned over and looked up at his slightly raised jaw and slightly squinted eyes. He actually gave birth to a kind of tame loyalty from the bottom of his heart.
He was in a daze for a while, and then suddenly came back to his senses, suddenly thought of something, looked around, and whispered in Lin Jingzhe's ear: "Brother, let me tell you something, that Jiang Run from the first class has been outside these days. I met a few big brothers while walking, and someone gave me a tip, saying that he once bragged with a girl, saying that he would take the big brother to block you outside the school."
Lin Jingzhe moved to the side, dodging Deng Mai's face again, frowning slightly, what brother, Deng Mai is a year and a half older than him.
As for Jiang Run and what "big brother"...
Those big brothers in Liyun City were just joking, just to spend some money, and seeing the real underworld, they were afraid they would scare the urine out.
Lin Jingzhe knew in his heart that Jiang Run's sudden boldness must be behind the handwriting of the Jiang family, and the purpose was obvious. As for how to deal with it, he had already made up his mind. Another teen who hasn't shown up since his rebirth - Zhou Haitang.
Zhou Haitang hadn't come to school for almost a week, and there was no news from Gao Sheng recently.
While thinking about this, there was the sound of rushing footsteps outside the classroom, and Gao Sheng, who had been late for a long time, flew in as if carrying his tattered bag.
He still didn't know what happened in his class. Seeing that there was no teacher in the classroom, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed to Lin Jingzhe's desk without stopping.
"Jing Zhe!" He brought back a piece of news, "I met Zhou Haitang at the Baima Street Night Market last night. He recognized a great elder brother, who is so awesome. He wants to invite us to dinner tonight. Shall we go? What a rare opportunity!"
Gao Sheng's innocent face was filled with pride of being admired by the "underworld boss", but Lin Jingzhe knew that this was probably just a means of some pheasant to recruit horses.
He stood up with the English textbook and was about to give a lecture on the podium. The mood in his eyes was dark and unclear: "I'll go."