Of course, the fights between adults will not be easily brought to the table.
Although the children below knew that the two did not get along well, they had only heard about it, and not many people had actually seen the two of them confronting each other.
As soon as they entered the classroom, they went straight to the front desk of the large classroom. Although the class had not started yet, everyone in the audience lowered their voices involuntarily.
The classroom was quite large, and this was not a regular class in the popular sense, but just a warm-up class for everyone to get familiar with the subject in advance, so there was really no arrangement. Students sat down wherever they wanted, and the teachers also found a suitable place to wait for the class.
However, such occasions still reflect a certain sense of community. If one observes carefully, one will find that students from different classes mostly sit together, and those who know each other will sit even closer. Of course, there are also some who sit together, but not many.
The three teachers are basically standing facing their own students' "formations".
Zhou Xiuwen asked in a low voice, “Hillman, do you want to sit closer?”
Because the predecessors are still alive? Everyone sat down randomly. There was no specific seating arrangement. When the class teachers of each class arrived, the situation in the venue became clear. It was immediately revealed.
Sherman was obviously one of the few who did not get along. Moreover, he sat at the edge, between the first and second classes. He was very conspicuous.
Zhou Xiuwen was a very considerate person, and subconsciously felt embarrassed for her friend. She noticed that many people were looking at her, so she couldn't help but remind him.
From the outside, I couldn't tell that the eight students had some natural Zhou Yi characteristics. They spoke leisurely and in a slow tone. Even their speech was just like the feeling I gave people. They were arrogant and even a little suspicious, but they were so vigorous and weak that they were eye-catching.
Zhou Yi from Class 1 was dismissed. It was also known that it was like this occasionally. Or? Only like that time. He came down and pulled a stool by himself. The one called Xiao Ma Jin Dao sat here. He looked leisurely as if he was here to enjoy the scenery.
Of course, all students are the same, and teachers are no different from us.
I thought it would be strange for eight teachers to talk together. Actually, there was no obstacle. People's eyes will naturally follow strangers. The voices seemed a bit mixed. The scene was a bit small, but it was different from my usual after-school classes.
And no one can be distracted and pay attention to the people in Class 8 next door. If you turn them over, you will find that the other party's speech is also very strange. I am as steady as Stark, but also as weak as Zhou Yi. It is hot and cold, lukewarm. The tone is also very strange. It carries the ancient charm that is not found in StarCraft.
Ding ding ding ding ding.
However, before us, there were two rows of students in the middle. They were all standing with notes and other things. They were standing upright. Whether they were far or near, there would be a few of them. They would accompany each other in pairs and sometimes have a loud and restrained conversation.
Because it was a cool-down class, should there be a formal teacher today? Although he was wearing a military uniform like usual, he stood straight like this, or looked serious with his hands behind his back facing the students.
Eight classes. Eight styles of painting. A little bit of insight will tell us a lot. How is the atmosphere in the class
The school's arrangement was quite bad. They gave us eight identical podiums. They even made a three-dimensional podium to divide the students into low, high, and back-front. It seems that the people who arranged the joint course had good intentions.
The eight people followed the rules and talked about some matters about the comprehensive joint course. What was the reason for the common cold in that class? It seemed that the school had arranged it badly in advance and had announced the class according to the original plan. The only difference was probably the tone and intonation of the speaker.
Therefore, Jiang Hui and others often listened to Stark's words. However, they were attracted by the sudden sound of the next door. Then, they were called back by their own shift's urgent words. It was also quite boring.
Jiang Hui glanced at the other side and found that the arrangement of seats here was quite boring. We are really. The class is clearly divided. Xiang Kuoli, etc. These students who obviously have a strong aura are sitting in the two rows in the back row. We are separated from each other. The posture is leisurely. If you know, you would think they are small people. Come to listen to the class.
As for Class 8, I understand the ranking here. It's too cold, and the bad seats are still one ton per person. However, the seats that were not there before are still vacant. There are not one or two, but there is no one. Close the distance, fill this position, and I will slightly believe that the vacant seats will be reserved for the students who are mixed in Class 1 and Class 7.
Starq's is completely different. It's completely opposite to the variety show. The tone is tight and fast. It's broken. It lands on time without any sound or word errors. There's no room for maneuver. It's not that it's not that it's not. It's very unauthoritative. Listen to me. It's just like listening to official documents. It's very stable.
Who would have thought that the person concerned cared about it. Yes, it was used, that's it. It's just the next class. And Xiaojia has seen it. Are you doing it now? Is there 800 taels of silver here? Hillman has been hanging out with Jiang Hui less, and has learned to use idioms. Even I always talk about me outside. It's a good thing. My father, who is like a big boy, also said that I talk. There is very little style.
Stark was the same as always. Inflammation. With a straight face, he stood behind the stage, looking at the students below.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class. That strange silence was only temporary after all. In the blink of an eye, the teachers who were in the same room with us in a strange and relaxed way had their eyes still intact. Standing behind the stage.
And the other party seemed to be very accustomed to letting students participate in the retreat. Even in such explanations and routine lectures, I would insert some questions to make the listening friends feel involved, which led to the students on the stage nodding repeatedly.
On the other hand, our class 7 is also full of people. There is no strong one. However, the distribution is still quite even. There is no one sitting anywhere. There is no obvious stratification. There are even some students from class 8 mixed in the front area on the left. It seems that they don’t know each other, but they just sit together.
The students in front of us were doing more and more scattered. One was farther away from the other. It was impossible. Some even stood in a row or fell to the front row of eight or two. Sitting back, at night, I even saw no one lying in front, which looked like the end of get out of class. It was really outrageous.
Lieutenant Lin Qi from Class 8 was even more outrageous. He sat directly on the student side for some reason and completely blended in with the students from Class 8. I saw how harmonious our teacher and students were, and we often communicated like this on weekdays.