The holiday of Hero Festival is over, those who need to go to work go to work, and those who need to go to school go to school.
Mu Qingyun sat on her seat with her chin in her hands, and slowly raised her head to watch the head teacher, Mr. Zhang, enter the door, followed by a gentle young man. When she saw this person, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Teacher Zhang said: "This is the new intern history teacher in our school. His surname is Jia. You can just call him Teacher Jia. Teacher Jia will be observing and studying in our class these days."
Suddenly there was applause.
A group of students were whispering to each other, obviously very excited.
The new teacher is quite eye-catching in appearance, with a straight-cut head and a cool celebrity look that has been popular recently.
The one with a tough and handsome appearance.
Teacher Zhang patted the table: "Be quiet. Teacher Jia, please introduce yourself and find a seat to sit down."
Teacher Jia nodded, without moving his eyebrows, and with a solemn expression: "My name is Jia Junhao. In the next year, I will become a member of the class and learn from all the teachers together with you. You can call me Teacher Jia. If you want, I will be called Jia." Brother, too."
After saying that, the tough and handsome history teacher took a pair of long legs and sat in the empty seat next to Mu Qingyun.
All the students in the seat looked like they were paying homage to the great master.
Mu Qingyun lowered his voice and smiled bitterly: "Why doesn't Teacher Xiao Fang just do it himself?"
"He is the boss, the one who pays, and of course I am the one who does the work."
Mu Qingyun was not familiar with the new intern history teacher in their class, but he knew him. He was Jia Junhao who had performed bodyguard duties in the ancient city until the end.
People in the Qiao Group jokingly called him Silent Young Master, and they didn't know what to say.
He is very different today from when he was in the ancient city. The skin on his face is much whiter and tenderer, and the scars are gone. He is very young and gentle, and he has no sense of disobedience when standing on the podium of a high school class.
The only problem is that she looks a bit young, so she can pretend to be a student.
If those celebrities who act young had this ability, they would probably be able to play teenagers in their thirties and forties.
Mu Qingyun smiled, and after the slight surprise, he was no longer surprised.
Jia Junhao took out a contract from his backpack and handed it to Mu Qingyun: "Let me show it to you."
When Mu Qingyun saw it, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "You are actually so versatile?"
It was written in the contract that Jia Junhao would be responsible for providing her with all-round training. Studying mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, geography, history, etc., as well as many foreign languages.
This is a difficulty that must be overcome.
Others, such as art, painting, vocal music, sculpture, piano, violin, etc. In addition, ancient martial arts, driving, skydiving, rock climbing, parkour, wilderness survival...
Learn everything.
Jia Junhao said softly: "Our Mr. Qiao is just used to signing contracts more comprehensively. These are all based on the needs of Mr. Mu. Of course, most of them are fine for me to be instructors. For some where I am not good enough, I can also find reliable ones." People are responsible.”
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Before, she was worried about how to maximize the 'Tiandao rewards one's hard work' to its maximum, and not to bury it.
Now she suddenly felt that if her life was all about studying, it would be impossible to live her life.
"Ms. Qiao has read my scripts and concluded that I have to be reinvented?" Mu Qingyun thought about it carefully and nodded helplessly, "Hey, that's right."
As soon as she finished speaking, Master Wuyu suddenly put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her back gently. Mu Qingyun straightened her back involuntarily and tightened her shoulders slightly.
"Adjust your breathing."
As he spoke, he gently tapped Mu Qingyun's middle palace, Yunmen, with his elbow.
In an instant, Mu Qingyun seemed to hear air surging inside her body, and there were several explosions. Her breathing was stagnant at first, and suddenly there was a surge of air rushing around in her lungs, and her body suddenly felt a subtle pressure.
"Don't move, hold on."
Teacher Zhang also talked about the precautions for the next 'disaster drill' on the podium.
In the Ming Dynasty, a person had to go through countless disaster drills from birth, and everyone was the same, without exception.
However, in this era, most disaster drills are just a formality. The only ones that really have any effect are junior high school entrance, high school entrance, college entrance and graduation.
One in high school and two in college must have final results. If you want to enter politics after graduation, or want to enter a top-notch company, the transcripts of disaster drills are serious hard currency.
The disaster drills of several high schools in Taoshi are staggered. No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, No. 5 Middle School, and their 13th Middle School are all held one month after the first year of high school and after the Heroes Festival holiday.
"The tasks of this class meeting are, first, to absolutely maintain one's demeanor. Second, to extract the key points of the class teacher's lecture. Third, to memorize the first twenty pages of the history textbook backwards and forwards."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
"Well, practice is also a good time."
Jia Junhao smiled.
Mu Qingyun was helpless. She didn't feel good at all. She was probably exhausted to death every day during the exercises. It would be so miserable if she still had to accept Jia Junhao's torture after the exercise.
With a small roll of his eyes, Mu Qingyun opened the recorder and put it on the table, opened the history book and quickly began to recite silently, without giving the class teacher on the podium even the slightest attention.
Jia Junhao's eyes flashed slightly, a little surprised, and he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.
He has trained several people for Mr. Qiao, some are obedient and some are disobedient, but usually when he asks people to do two things at the same time, those who are obedient will do both. Like Mu Qingyun, who is both obedient and aware of himself There are very few people who are very good at focusing on what to do.
He is not Bole, and he does not have Mr. Qiao's discerning eyes. I don't know if people like Mu Qingyun will have greater achievements in the future. Anyway, he appreciates it now.
Mu Qingyun accepted Qiao Qing's request for her in her heart, so she was very well-behaved. She seemed to be indifferent to what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.
Teacher Zhang talked about the precautions for a while, looked at her watch, and then told everyone to study by themselves, and she went out to talk to the English teacher.
After a while, the buzz in the classroom grew from small to loud.
Many students began to frantically pass around test papers, exercise books, and make up various assignments.
Apparently, the twelve-day holiday of the 'Heroes' Festival' made some students lose their minds and forget about their homework.
Mu Qingyun had finished her homework, but as an ordinary poor student, she had no sense of presence in the class, so naturally no one asked her to borrow it.
Except for those who were wailing and clamoring to make up their homework, the rest were discussing the new teacher Jia Junhao.
Although everyone has only been in school for one month, the teachers have only been teaching them for one month.
But when a new person comes, even if it is only a month earlier, he becomes the old person, so naturally there is nothing new and eye-catching.
What's more, Jia Junhao has such an extraordinary face.
Wang Mengmeng didn't finish her homework, but she didn't have much left. At this moment, she grabbed Mu Qingyun's math exercise book to copy, glanced at Jia Junhao, and whispered: "You and the new teacher have become familiar so quickly. ? Hehe, I think he is very easy-going. Our history teacher will retire next year, and he is here to take over the class? He is so handsome."
The corner of Mu Qingyun's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start and swallowed it back.
With the salary paid by the school, can you afford to hire him?
Wang Mengmeng lowered her voice a little and said mysteriously: "I heard..."
Before he finished speaking, a roar was heard outside the classroom.
The whole classroom fell silent.
A crowd of classmates crowded towards the window and peeked out from the door.
Wang Mengmeng also leaned over, glanced at it, rubbed it, and then retracted, dumbfounded: "Oh my god, what a ghost."
Why did a Mu Aizhen appear outside?
Two teachers were standing in the corridor, talking to Sun Xiaomei and another old man who was over fifty years old. Mu Aizhen was not wearing school uniform, and her face was gloomy. The sound just now was her slamming her schoolbag on the ground.
"Her face is as straight as the top of her shoe. How can I say, by the way, it's like she's mourning her concubine?"
Wang Mengmeng grabbed Mu Qingyun's hand and dragged her to the classroom door.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.
"Now, why did you come to our school? Transferring to another school? I remember that she used to refuse to even touch the stone lion in front of the gate of our school. She also told several of her best friends that she was worried that this place would ruin her luck."
Teacher Zhang and Sun Xiaomei are indeed discussing transferring schools.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
During the previous holidays, this guy was also showing off his teeth and claws.
A few days ago, Sun Xiaomei looked very proud of her daughter, who was studying in a key high school with top-notch grades and a prestigious university. By the way, she demoted their school and teachers to the status of her third grandchild.
In the corridor, Mu Aizhen rubbed her neck, her eyes were red, her whole body was tense, and she stepped on her schoolbag with her feet.
Creaking.
The two teachers turned back to look at her, frowning slightly.
Sun Xiaomei's expression changed.
Another transfer student who came with her, named Gao Xiaowei, also had a deep expression, but he hid it very well and did not show much displeasure. At this time, he suddenly reached out and pulled Mu Aizhen, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm wrong. Yeah, I shouldn’t have hired you.”
He turned to the two teachers and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I just pulled classmate Mu's pigtails and accidentally made her anxious."
Of course the teachers knew that the child was trying to save the situation, but when facing these children, teachers also had to pay attention to strategies, save the donkeys who were falling down the slope, and soften their expressions.
"Do you need to pretend to be a good person!?"
Mu Aizhen was furious in an instant, her eyes were red, and she glared at Gao Xiaowei with gritted teeth, "You are very happy and proud, right? Do you think that transferring to another school with me means you are very loyal and great?"
"Loyalty? Who wants your ghostly loyalty! We are finished, do you understand? We have been reduced to such a shabby school. In this life, you, me, we no longer have any hope of getting ahead."
"Do you understand!"
While roaring, she suddenly grabbed her schoolbag and swung it out. In an instant, the schoolbag fell apart, and the pencil case, dictionary, and water bottle inside flew around in a mess by inertia.
Many students around were stunned.
Gao Xiaowei was also stunned on the spot.
When Mu Aizhen threw the 'hidden weapon', it was like a goddess scattering flowers everywhere, frightening all the students to dodge, wishing they could grow wings and fly quickly.
The most unlucky ones were the two teachers who bore the brunt.
Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his eyes and was startled when he saw a teacup and a box of cakes flying towards his head.
Jia Junhao's hand suddenly stretched out, grasped Mu Qingyun's wrist, and led her hand in a circle as light as a feather.
With a small signature pen, the tea cup and cake were sent back with such a light force, and landed steadily on the windowsill not far away.
None of the nuts fell off the cake.
"You come next time."
Jia Junhao smiled.
Mu Qingyun suddenly felt blessed, threw away the pen, held the book in both hands, and swept it away like a racket.
The pencil case and exercise book that hit Teacher Zhang's face flew back one after another and landed firmly on the school bag.
Jia Junhao opened his eyes slightly, exhaled, and silently said, "Don't be jealous, jealousy is poison." '
Mu Aizhen turned her head and met Mu Qingyun's face. Tears filled her eyes little by little. She suddenly raised her head and grabbed Sun Xiaomei: "Mom, I won't study in No. 13 Middle School."
Sun Xiaomei felt extremely distressed: "Okay, let's not go to school. How about we go to Wanhua High School?"
"Oooh, Mom!"
The two mothers hugged each other and cried.
Wang Mengmeng was speechless: "Wanhua High School is a private high school, with a tuition fee of 68,000 yuan a year, which is still a small amount."
The two teachers over there were also speechless.
Mu Qingyun finally smiled, don't worry about why she didn't come to No. 1 Middle School, just don't come to No. 13 Middle School.
Quite annoying.
