There was a piece of A4 paper on his desk. When he picked it up, he saw a line of words printed on the header of the paper - Responsibilities of the Microcomputer Class Representative.
1: Inform students one day in advance to bring shoe covers.
2: Use the free time between classes or after school to check the operation of the computers in the computer room. Whether the mouse, keyboard, monitor, and headphones can work normally. If not, record the computer number and report it to the teacher.
Three: Cooperate with the squad leader to maintain order in the computer class and help students carefully complete the homework assigned by the teacher.
Four: Follow the instructions of the computer class teacher to maintain the computer system. After the computer class, check whether each computer is shut down and powered off, and whether students have left any personal belongings in the computer room.
Five: Pay attention to the environmental hygiene of the computer room. After each class, two on-duty students are left to tidy up the computer tables and chairs for simple cleaning.
Microcomputer class representative
Let him be the representative of the microcomputer class
Lin Yue put down the A4 paper and looked around. Everyone knew that he was a transfer student from a remote village in northwest Shandong, and they wanted to use such a damaging trick to make him look embarrassed.
This is 1999, not 2009. Microcomputer classes have not yet become popular. In the county-level divisions, only those who love to play, that is, the poor students who are naughty and unruly in the teacher's words, will enter the computer room to play games. One step earlier Learn how to operate a computer. Good girls and good students with strict family control basically have no way to come into contact with this new thing. Moreover, Lin Yue attended elementary and junior high schools in township schools, and his understanding of computers is still limited to TV programs. .
This is taking advantage of the superior living and learning environment of the people in the imperial capital to bully the old haters.
If he was indeed a transfer student from a poor place, he would definitely be embarrassed by this piece of paper.
but now……
Let a person who has been an Internet tycoon be the representative of the computer class
“You are serious”
The four-eyed girl Kong Lingcao pushed up the myopia glasses on the bridge of her nose and took her best friend He Sha's hand and walked over: "Fu Xiang used to be the representative of the computer class, but now he has transferred to another school, you sit in his seat, and you study so well. , he will definitely be qualified for this position. Teacher Xu from the microcomputer class made such a decision out of his trust in you. Students, do you think so?"
"Yes, we all want you to be the representative of the microcomputer class." The people next to him started cheering.
Even a fool can see that everyone wants to see his joke. It is really exciting to see what kind of ugliness a boy from a remote country will make when he becomes the representative of the computer class.
"Since everyone thinks so highly of me, let me give it a try." Lin Yue had a reluctant expression on his face.
"You will definitely be able to do it well." The four-eyed girl said with a smile. She was a math class representative. She went to the office in the morning to get exercises and spent a lot of time convincing Teacher Xu to do this. "It can be improved quickly with everyone's help." The job of improving computer operation skills and increasing knowledge is given to transfer students from small places.
She was afraid that Lin Yue would refuse him. Now that he wanted to give it a try, was there anything more exciting than this?
Lin Yue sighed in his heart, thinking that this is an appointment made by yourselves...you have to choose the way, and you have to finish it with tears in your eyes.
He stuffed the A4 paper into the drawer, walked to the podium, picked up the chalk and wrote a few words on the blackboard.
"Computer class in the afternoon. Remember to bring shoe covers when you go home at noon."
When he was done, he threw the chalk into the groove on the lower edge of the blackboard, walked back to his seat and sat down.
A few students near the front door were whispering about what he was pretending to be and how he would make a fool of himself when the computer class started.
He Sha had a weird look on her face. She looked at the words on the blackboard, and then looked at Lin Yue who took out a few unnamed books from his bag and stuffed them into the drawer. She felt that this filthy guy's writing was pretty good.
You must know that people who write on paper will not look good when writing on a blackboard, and people who write on paper will not look good when writing on a blackboard. And those who write well on the blackboard must look good when writing on paper.
She carefully searched through her memories from childhood to adulthood. Although there were only a dozen words on the blackboard, only the calligraphy class teacher who taught her writing in middle school could match this level of chalk writing.
"Xiaocao, look at the blackboard..."
He Sha was about to ask Bellflower what she thought of the chalk words on the blackboard. Several male students who were playing in the corridor rushed into the classroom: "The big horse monkey is here, the big horse monkey is here..."
Upon hearing the arrival of the dean, the students who were moving freely in the room quickly returned to their seats.
Originally, the class teacher of Grade 11 was Teacher Hou, but due to personal reasons, she took more than a month's leave. Now the English class is taught by Teacher Cao, who teaches Grade 2, and the class management is managed by Damahou.
Teacher Hou is a woman and has always been easy to talk to, but Da Mahou is much more difficult to maintain. After all, she is the dean of students--which school's dean of students is not picky about being naughty, wearing strange clothes, and having a bad academic style? , wooing people from the student union to create class divisions, classmates fighting classmates... In short, in the minds of students, the impression of the class teacher may be mixed, but 90% of the impression of the dean is not very good.
As the classroom quietened down, Da Mahou walked in with his hands behind his back, holding a teaching ruler, and several pieces of A4 paper.
He first glanced at the chalk writing on the blackboard, raised his eyebrows slightly, and thought to himself that he had been teaching politics in this class for more than half a year, and he had never seen anyone write so beautifully.
But… today’s focus is not on finding the most beautiful chalk lettering.
As the dean of students, his duty is to criticize and improve students' performance.
"If your hair is so long, you will become a gangster on the street."
The female student in the first row with shawl hair was his first target.
"Who is this little brat who is so old and puts stickers on the desk?"
"Wax...Bi Xiaoxin."
"This is playing with things to lose one's spirit, playing with things to lose one's spirit!"
Lin Yue noticed the heads flashing outside the small window at the front door. He looked at the empty seats in the classroom and thought to himself that the plot started on the second day after he transferred to another school.
The monkey boy walked around the classroom, returned to the podium, held an A4 paper in one hand, and chalk in the other, and wrote a few words on the blackboard. Suddenly he realized that the words he wrote were in line with the notice to the students in the left column. Don't forget to bring your shoe covers when you go home at noon. There was a big gap in the chalk writing. I quickly picked up the blackboard eraser on the podium and erased Lin Yue's writing on the left column.
"Hahaha……"
The students who responded quickly burst into laughter.
"Laughing, why are you laughing?" Da Mahou clicked on the blackboard and said, "Each person copies the class rules three times. I will go back tonight and have your parents sign them..."
The people below stopped laughing. Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye slipped into the classroom through the back door one after another just like in the TV series.
Unfortunately, they underestimated the memory of the monkeys.
"The one in the fourth row from the last, the one in the middle row from the second to the last, and the one by the window in the second from the last. You three, get out."
After driving Chen Xun and the others out, Damahou copied the class rules and talked about extending the evening self-study until nine o'clock. He went out with a ruler behind his hands. The boy near the window in the corridor stretched his neck and looked outside. , I want to see how the famous Iron Triangle in Class 1, Grade 1 was trained.
Of course Lin Yue didn't care about this, so he took out "Air Brakes for Diesel Electric Locomotives" from the drawer and placed it on the desk.
Others read and memorize English, classical Chinese, history, and geography in the morning. He reads extracurricular books in the morning...
In addition to "Air Brakes for Diesel Electric Locomotives", there are also "Railway Engineering Design Technical Manual" and "Railway Engineering Technical Manual" in the drawer...
They were all his uncle's collection of books. After his uncle was buried, his father asked him to burn all these books on the grave and give them to his second son to take away. His grandfather refused to let him. The old man said that keeping the books at home was very important to his children. This kind of encouragement, if his uncle had not studied hard to get into college, he would not have the imperial household registration. He would have to be like other children in the county, crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops.
What the old man didn't expect was that the books he left behind to create a learning atmosphere really became the source of knowledge for Lin Yue. Although they were old books that couldn't keep up with the times, they were still good for laying a foundation.
Damahou said that Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye were punished by standing for a day, but in fact they put the three of them back in their seats as soon as the morning reading was over. The monitor was still unconvinced and felt that they had been treated unfairly.
Lin Yue curled his lips, not to mention that the three of them were indeed late. If they were not punished, it was because the teacher was being lenient, but if they were punished, they should be. In some schools, the dean of students only wants to climb up the ladder, give gifts and treat guests, flatter the leaders, etc. How can they waste energy on a bunch of brats? The words of the big monkey here are unpleasant to listen to, and the Ministry of Education has not yet determined whether being forced to stand is considered corporal punishment. However, this person's serious and responsible attitude towards work is indeed remarkable.
The morning class ended quickly. At noon, I went home to put on a pair of shoe covers, rode my bicycle around to get familiar with the living environment, and then returned to school.
When he entered the classroom, some students had arrived early, those wearing makeup, those watching martial arts, and those playing with Chinese-display BP machines... They all raised their heads to look at him, with a lot of fun on their faces, because the first class was politics, and the second class was Computer class.
He returned to his seat expressionlessly and sat down. Qiao Ran turned sideways and said, "Do you want me to help you with the inspection before the start of the microcomputer class?"
Lin Yue said: "No need."
Qiao Ran was about to say something more when Chen Xun rushed into the classroom from outside, stood on the podium and said with high spirits: "Students, please be quiet. I have a few words to say. Where there is oppression, there is resistance, Damn Monkey." If we want to extend the evening self-study time, do we really have to stay up until 9 o'clock? No!"
"There is a saying that calls for a balance between work and rest. Only with better rest can we devote ourselves to studying better. Therefore, I propose that they must not use this method to suppress our freedom. Today we must collectively submit a letter to cancel evening self-study. .”
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The audience was filled with joy.
Zhao Ye shouted: "All teaching directors are paper tigers."
Chen Xun said impassionedly: "Zhao Ye, please restrain yourself. This is not a class struggle. We want to vote in a more democratic way. If you agree to cancel the evening self-study, please raise your hands."
The people below raised their hands one after another. When Fang Hui saw that everyone else had raised their hands, she also raised her hands.
Chen Xun said: "No one disagrees."
The words fell for a second.
A voice that was neither salty nor bland came from the window: "Yes."
