The familiar sound of the announcement sounded, and the little old lady pricked her ears to listen to the class of Grade 2 and Grade 3.
As a result of her comparison, my dear, it was exactly the same as the class schedule just now!
No punctuation marks have been changed.
Resigned to his fate, he began to pack away the lesson plans on his desk.
After getting the result, the little old lady raised her eyebrows as she looked at the words that reappeared on the lesson plan.
Good guy! "Spring Dawn"!
There is indeed progress.
Get up and follow the teacher's team and start going downstairs.
When she walked to the classroom of Grade 2 and Grade 3, the little old lady raised her foot and was about to kick it. But looking at the slightly opened class door and the quiet atmosphere in the room, her intuition and experience told her that something was wrong, so she walked up the door. took a look……
The red class wash basin was so obvious that she could clearly see the water level inside.
A basin full!
The little old lady withdrew her foot that wanted to kick the door, feeling a little disdainful.
She can't be a little creative, it's all leftover from those years when they wanted to mess with her.
He turned around and continued walking forward, walked to the back door, and pushed Dahuai in along the crack in the door.
Dahuai got in and checked the back door carefully, then stretched out the branch outside the door and gestured OK to the little old lady, it was safe.
After pulling up her suit, the little old lady kicked her in the back.
Bang!
Bang!
The violent banging sound of the door frame startled the entire class, and they all looked towards the back door.
The little old lady smiled, opened her arms, and looked enthusiastic like a homecoming overlord.
"Little bastards, your teacher is back, do you miss me? I miss you so much!"
Students: "..."
The yellow-haired little prick looked at the back door, looked at the front door, looked at the back door, looked at the front door.
Why did she enter through the back door?
That's what he thought, so he asked.
"Teacher, why don't you come in through the front door?"
The little old lady glared at him with a tugging expression.
"Leave me alone."
As he said that, he held the lesson plan and book in his left hand, and held the crutch in his right hand and carried it on his shoulder as he walked towards the podium. He didn't look like a teacher at all. The thorny heads couldn't stand it anymore. Who is the thorny head in this class? School bully?
The little old lady completely ignored the basin on the front door.
It’s hard for students to lift it up, so don’t use it, what a waste~
He picked up the stool on the podium and exchanged it with the stool with the little spiky yellow hair, and looked at the dumbfounded classmates.
"What are you doing? What are you doing stupidly? It's class!"
This sound brought the stunned student back to his senses.
While running back to his seat, he didn't forget to take a quick look at the little spiky guy with yellow hair who looked unhappy.
Some of them even had expressions of gloating on their faces, which made them angry.
But when he met the little old lady's gaze, he was so frightened.
After being shocked by the previous class, in this class, all the students in Class 2 and Class 3 were very obedient to the little old lady.
Looking at the little yellow-haired little thornhead who was the only one in the class who hadn't sat down yet, the little old lady smiled with kindness on her face.
"Is there something wrong with this classmate not sitting down?"
The yellow-haired prickly man felt aggrieved.
What is the problem?
What could be wrong?
If you don't change my chair, there won't be any problem.
How could there be such a teacher in this world who is more rogue than his students!
It doesn't matter whether he is sitting or not.
It's like being roasted on a fire.
He was so cruel that he just sat down. He could not lose the battle if he lost.
The worst case scenario is that Taozi and the others buy him a new uniform after class. What are they afraid of?
As soon as I sat down, I met the little old lady’s wide-eyed stare.
After three hundred rounds of fighting, the little old lady curled her lips, and the little spiky-haired girl felt that something was going to happen to her.
really……
The little old lady smiled and spoke.
"Since this yellow-haired classmate likes to express himself actively, then let's stand up and recite the ancient poems we studied in the last class for everyone to review."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand to signal the little spiky yellow-haired man to stand up.
The little spiky guy with yellow hair: "..."
I have seen teachers with dogs, but I have never seen teachers with dogs like this.
Can he get up?
The butt is stuck firmly with glue!
But the little old lady just looked at him, leading the whole class to look at him.
She also deliberately encouraged him with clipped sounds.
"Zàn get up! Huang Huang, Zàn get up, Huang Huang..."
The little spiky yellow-haired man's face was red.
You are just yellow, and your whole family is yellow.
The red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple brothers next to them didn't dare to say anything. If they revealed that there was glue on the stool and the problem was brought to light, the old lady would ask them to get to the bottom of it, and finally settle it with a cane.
They don't want to be beaten again, it hurts too much!
Most of the students in front of them love to study. What they hate most is the thorns in the class that disturb their studies. Naturally, they are happy to see them make a fool of themselves and let the teacher teach them a lesson.
Seeing everyone gloating over the misfortune, especially the young old lady on the podium, she was full of youthful energy and just ignored her.
When you get up, get up, who is afraid of who?
Stimulated by the little old lady and the students in front of her, the little spiky-haired boy stood up holding the stool connected to his butt.
The little old lady is deliberately causing trouble.
"Classmate, why are you holding the stool? It's so heavy. Put it down. Put it down quickly."
The yellow-haired little prickly head was probably completely broken, and he straightened his neck.
"No! Teacher.
I can't live without my stool because I love it so much. "
Before the little old lady could continue her mischief, the yellow-haired little prickly head started to shout with a red face and a roaring voice.
"Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky, white feathers floating on the green water, anthurium stirring the clear waves!
Teacher, I’ve finished memorizing it! "
After saying that, he held the chair firmly and sat down by himself.
He looked at the little old lady triumphantly.
I also wanted to make him look embarrassed and make fun of him.
The little old lady stopped teasing him and nodded with satisfaction.
"This classmate is very good. He still remembers the content of the previous class and did not let the teacher's hard work in the previous class go to waste."
The shameless one in question, the students who were whittled away by her with a cane couldn't help but touch their bones that were still aching due to psychological effects, not daring to act like a monster.
The students in front sat more upright and listened more carefully.
The little old lady smiled brightly.
"There is also good news for everyone."
As soon as she finished saying this, the little yellow-haired prickly head and his brothers felt that the next words were not good, at least not what they wanted to hear.
Each one of them looked at the little old lady's mouth, fearing that the next moment her mouth would say something they couldn't bear.
The little old lady looked happy.
"Because my teaching ability has been recognized, after discussion with the school leaders, the principal decided to specially promote me to the class teacher of our second and third classes.
The days are still long, we will get along slowly, and the teacher will be more serious about you. If you have anything to tell the teacher, you can also give the teacher any suggestions. Whether you listen or not is my business. "
It’s up to you whether you listen or not, so what’s the use of our suggestions?
The yellow-haired little prickly man had a look of contempt on his face.
Suddenly, a light flashed in his head.
No...that's not the point. The point is that this annoying old lady became his class teacher!
head teacher!
director!
appoint……
The echoes of these three words kept thinking in his mind, and the little spiky yellow-haired man felt like a bolt from the blue.
When I reacted, tears were about to come out.
Roaring inside.
dad! My good dad! You are great!
I want to go back and tell my mother...
