A week later. Class 8 classrooms in the high school section of the affiliated middle school of China Overseas University.
This is a sultry early autumn with the aftermath of summer. The sun shines brightly on the still green leaves, knowing that I haven't given up the last courtship opportunity. The school girls who love beauty more than the world still cling to short skirts that show off their thighs; the school girls who love handsome and more beautiful women regard this season as a showcase for all kinds of high-end suits.
The High School Affiliated to CUHK. This is a school that rich people can go to, but it is not a school that only money can go to. And being able to work in this class is even more a wise man among the rich, of course there are exceptions, Zhang Yuan in the last row.
The young, beautiful and hot English teacher is still speaking in bird language. The English department is always very quiet. The noisy and troublesome boys seem to have a plug in their mouths, and in fact their ears are also plugged. Now, their serious expressions are not because they are listening carefully to the difference between "s" and "sh", but because they are carefully studying whether the English teacher's cup is d or e
The boys are holding books at the moment, but their eyes are staring at Teacher Lin's chest motionlessly, with a dementia-like expression, and several corners of their mouths are flowing out. "It's so big, round, so soft." This is what they said in their hearts.
Teacher Lin Yue is a very young new teacher. It didn't take long for him to step onto the stage. Because the head teacher of this class went to study, Lin Yue also served as the acting head teacher. Do you want to be the head teacher when you first become a teacher, or do you want her to suffer? unknown.
Of course Lin Yue could feel the hotness of the boys, and she couldn’t make two big holes in her chest clothes, but she could understand the impulsive age of these seventeen or eighteen-year-old students, so she only had Try to dress modestly.
Of course, not all boys treat English classes as body art appreciation classes, at least Zhang Yuan’s eyes will not stay on the pretty double peaks of the beautiful teacher for a long time.
Looking at Zhang Yuan in the last row, Teacher Lin Yue sighed. This student’s family background is very poor, his studies have always been in the middle and lower reaches, and his popularity is even worse. No student in the class is willing to be at the same table with him. The previous Zhang Yuan worked very hard, but in the past week, he didn’t even work hard. He looked at his own fingers half-dementedly.
Zhang Yuan, who was sitting in the last row, was taking a short run again. The difference was that his eyes were not staring at the towering crisp peaks of the beautiful English teacher. Instead, he looked down at his dirty, thick and black nails. Mud fingers.
It has been a week, and the whole week he has this kind of semi-dementia. He can't remember who he is or who this person was. If the English teacher called him by his name last Monday afternoon, he wouldn't know himself. What's the name, but he knew that this hand shouldn't be his own.
As long as he closes his eyes, the rain is falling in front of him. It is endless, never stopping, like it has been raining for hundreds of years. The heavy rain was like a flood of mountains. Last Monday, it was the same day when he first came to the body of this second-year high school boy.
Although he doesn't know who he was and who he is now, his consciousness firmly believes that he was definitely not the 17-year-old boy before, and this is not his original life.
But who is he? What's your last name? Why don't anyone here know? Even the current parents are so unfamiliar, but can they clearly remember the various roads in Zhonghai City
Ghost upper body? It's a bit like, but who is the ghost? Is it the original one in the body or am I a ghost? Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly.
It's a ghost, and he's also a stupid ghost. If someone's body is not good, he must go to this kid. This kid is terribly awful. He wants money but no money, but no talent. There are so many students in this school. Why do you choose him? According to the expressions and words of others this week, Zhang Yuan was just a fool who seemed to work very hard, but his achievements have been wandering in the middle and lower reaches.
Poor learning is not terrible. After all the hard work, time, and energy, the grades are still poor, which is terrible. That shows that this person's brain is not bright, not working well, and cannot function normally.
After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Yuan's mind was a little nervous. He used to be like this this week. If he thinks hard about the problems of his life experience, his mind will be a little confused.
Zhang Yuan closed his eyes, and the splash of rain in his mind once again, like a whip, slammed on him mercilessly and indifferently. He couldn't breathe, think, open his eyes, and be hazy. Behind the rain, a dark shadow raised his gun. The muzzle was not close to him, but it could make him feel the breath of coldness, fear, and death.
"Bang!" The gunfire sounded.
"No!"
Zhang Yuan, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly yelled, his voice high and violent. At the same time, he opened the eyes of the blood-stained class. The moment he opened his eyes, it was obvious that the beautiful English teacher and the students in the front row were shocked and shivered. .
Suddenly, there was dead silence in the classroom. The needle drop was audible, and countless pairs of eyes were all concentrated to the last row at once.
"Zhang Yuan! Why are you always like this! You have been having trouble for a whole week, why are you still like this this week!"
After a short silence, the always gentle English teacher became angry. The sudden shout just now scared her, and after a while, she felt her back numb.
The boys whose attention was originally concentrated on the breasts of the beautiful teacher were also very scared. They had already roared against Zhang Yuan’s lion, but the size of the English teacher’s chest was too perfect, too full, too It made the boys yearn, so he still sank in. There were several timid boys who almost sat on the ground just now.
"Mr. Lin, we request that this nerve be sent to the medical room for treatment before coming to class!" It was the monitor Fan Lingling who stood up and spoke. Her father is the deputy mayor of Zhonghai City. The self-reliant leader looks good and has good grades. The sky is like a lofty one.
As soon as the squad leader spoke, the others who had despised Zhang Yuan for a long time rushed up, "Yes, how can you still take this class?"
"Anyway, I can't afford to be poor, so it's better to transfer to the poor ghost class."
"There is no money, poor grades, and the poor ghost class is enough for him. It's better to go to a migrant school."
A line of cynicism, like a sword like a sword. Zhang Yuan didn't take it to heart. He always felt that he had something to care about with these kids. Besides, he couldn't refute him even if he refuted it, because those classmates didn't know anyone except for the class leader who had spoken twice.
"I'm sorry everyone, I scared everyone." Zhang Yuan quickly stood up and apologized.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan's apology aroused more ridicule. It was a distinctive feature of these young masters and princesses who beat down the dog and was unreasonable.
"I'm sorry. It's a waste of everyone's time and disrupts class discipline. You can afford this responsibility." Fan Lingling is more official than the teacher.
"It also damaged my brain cells and compensated us for mental loss!" A boy who had a crush on the monitor also stood up.
"Compensation! Go out if you can't afford it! Drop out! Expulsion!" More Fan Lingling's supporters stood up and supported.
English teacher Lin Yue couldn't bear it at this moment. Although this student was poor at home and his grades were counted down, he was his own student after all, and he didn't make a big mistake.
"Okay, okay, everyone knows that the time is lost, so don't continue to delay it. Zhang Yuan will go to the office after class is over. Sit down and continue class."
Teacher Beauty has spoken, and a small class disturbance has ceased. The boys continue to study Teacher Lin's cup, and Zhang Yuan continues to look at his fingers in confusion.
After class, the teacher's office.
This is a very large office, divided into two columns, with three desks on each side.
On the first table on the left, a middle-aged female teacher is twisting a glass teacup with an iron lid in her hand, as if this teacup has a feud with her; on the second table, an old teacher with pale hair is watching attentively The computer, eyes motionless, seemed to be thinking about something; the third desk was the desk of the new English teacher Lin Yue.
Lin Yue sighed as he looked at the student who had lowered his head and seemed to have known his mistake, because it was also from an ordinary family. Lin Yue has a different sympathy and intimacy for this student who has a harder life than others. Although his grades were not ideal, Lin Yue quickly discovered his strengths, diligent, honest, and kind-hearted. In addition to not being able to milk, he has all the fine traditions of the old scalper, and of course inherited the same as the old scalper. Simple brain.
But last week, Lin Yue was very dissatisfied with the student's performance. In addition to not listening to lectures during class hours, she often yelled, and the class often had to be stopped, and other students had great opinions. Lin Yue began to wonder if something happened to this kid at home that caused the mental disorder.