Sister Bei is poisonous

Chapter 64 I Have To Get Back Our Class's Face
Because of his improper handling of the fight, the dean of education Wu Shiqi was arranged by Lin Changfeng to go to the Education Bureau to take a class on thinking, and the person who received the call was Deputy Director Luo.

Lu Huiru is the key teacher of No. [-] Middle School. Deputy Director Luo also felt embarrassed when he asked to be transferred at such a critical time.

No. [-] Middle School was in short supply of English teachers, especially those with college entrance examination classes. Who would dare to call teachers with few years of experience.

At the moment, the teachers who can take up this important task are all full of class hours.

Deputy Director Luo glanced at the several teachers who were watching.

Then he opened his mouth and asked one of the teachers, Mr. Huang, who led the fourth class,

Mr. Huang pushed his glasses with his hand and hurriedly shook his head, "Director Luo, I"

Lu Huiru's teaching experience is used as a typical example in the three middle schools,

Even for a class that she couldn't bring up, Mr. Huang didn't think she could save it.

Although she has not yet won the title of excellent teacher, and she is still at the middle level, but once she is in such a difficult class, she is very likely to be dragged down to the bottom.The students in this class not only have poor grades, but are also so dreadful. She feels that she can't stand it at all.

If it was the first or second class, she would definitely agree without hesitation.

"Mr. Xiao, I'm really sorry, I'm also taking part-time English classes for three classes, and I really can't squeeze in time to arrange class time." Teacher Huang looked at Xiao Tianhe apologetically.

Deputy Director Luo asked several teachers next to him, and almost without exception, they all refused.

No way, he took out his mobile phone and contacted a few English teachers who were teaching the second year of high school.

In the end, only one teacher Han agreed.

This teacher Han used to work as a foreign teacher in the United States for several years, and only returned from abroad last year. He is very lively and relatively young.

The other teachers glanced at Teacher Han, but they didn't show anything on their faces, but they couldn't help sweating for him. Did Teacher Han think this was a foreign country?How naive.

Lu Huiru suddenly felt relieved for a while, and finally she ignored the burden of Class Ten, which made her feel uncomfortable.

It's just that when her eyes passed by Meng Xiaobei, she couldn't tell why?The expression on the other party's face made her feel a little uneasy, and she vaguely felt that the other party seemed to have dug a hole for her again.

But she immediately denied this feeling, how could she be a scumbag?

She remembers Meng Xiaobei's situation very clearly. She doesn't know where the first and second grades of high school are. However, according to the examinations, she did not pass any of the subjects. At this point, it is difficult for her to ascend to the sky with wings.

After the first self-study class in the afternoon, the class was much quieter than usual, and even the people who went to the toilet walked much faster than usual.

Meng Xiaobei remained silent.

Jiang Yihang wanted to walk over and make some jokes with her, but seeing Meng Xiaobei's calm face, he grabbed his head, returned to the back seat, and joined the book-crunching group.

The next section is still a self-study class. Everyone is surprisingly self-conscious, and everyone can imagine that they have formed some kind of tacit alliance.

fight for character and dignity;

Fight to save the honor of the tenth class;

Fight to make Lu Huiru feel regret for abandoning the tenth class;

Anyway, everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

No one spoke.

Meng Xiaobei is usually not lying on the table or playing with the microcomputer underneath, or he is flipping through a comic book.

She has been doing it properly all afternoon today, swiping papers one by one, covering all subjects, especially English papers.

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help comforting her, "Xiao Bei, your hand is injured, take it easy, don't blame yourself too much, I can't blame you for this today."

Meng Xiaobei turned her head to the side, and when she met Li Xiaoxiao's eyes, she narrowed her eyes and smiled, changing her usual lazy style: "I promised my grandfather that I will be a good student who studies hard and works hard."

Meng Xiaobei responded in her mouth, shook her hand holding the pen, and then brushed the questions on the paper. She had accumulated a bunch of blank paper before, and now it seems that she is going to brush it all in one breath.

I can see that Li Xiaoxiao's chin can't be buckled. What's going on at the same table today?Do it so quickly, is it right or wrong to study it carefully?

No matter how surprised Li Xiaoxiao was, Meng Xiaobei murmured, "I have to trust Mr. Xiao, and I have to find the face of our tenth class."

Li Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at her for a while, then she reached out and put her hand on Meng Xiaobei's shoulder, "You, you are right." Then she silently put away the sketches that she had drawn for a long time.

Li Xiaoxiao opened the schoolbag, took out a pile of exercise books, and began to do the problems.

The people in the back row looked at them, sitting neatly, especially Meng Xiaobei, who looked very different from the lazy posture in the past.

From time to time, Li Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at Meng Xiaobei, who kept her head down and brushed the papers, as if she was in a no-man's land, she opened her mouth and stopped talking.

After a while, her mobile phone vibrated, and Li Xiaoxiao took it out of her pocket to take a look.

It was a message sent to him by Jiang Yihang. It was very brief, just four words: "What's wrong with her?"

Li Xiaoxiao stared at the message for a while, then stretched out her finger and silently replied to him.

The whole class was rather weird today. In addition to starting to pay attention to learning, Lu Huiru was fired today, which made everyone feel very happy when they thought about it.

"Cool!"

"Bullshit!"

"Excuse me!"

"unprecedented!"

The people in the back row talked a lot in private, and flew up with self-confidence.

In Lu Huiru's eyes, only the students in their class are the best. "Opening and closing is what our class is like."

The students in Class [-] have always been regarded as trash by Lu Huiru, and the whole class has long complained about her.

This time everyone worked together to fire her, and everyone felt very happy.

Jiang Yihang's phone vibrated, and he clicked it directly to see that it was Li Xiaoxiao's reply.

A few servants next to him also put their heads together to see what happened.

Li Xiaoxiao transferred Meng Xiaobei's words as they were, "She said, she has to trust Mr. Xiao, and she has to find the face of our tenth class."

"Is she all right?" Pangpang Wang at the next table scratched his head.

Jiang Yihang patted Fatty Wang's head, "Go back to your seat," he said, turning off the screen of the phone and putting it back in his pocket, looking at Fatty Wang with a blank expression, "Don't you feel anything in your heart? Let let, let let, don't get in the way of my homework."

Jiang Yihang quickly took out the exercise book.

The boy at the front table unpacked the spicy sticks and began to separate them. He turned his head and asked Jiang Yihang, "Do you want some more? Mr. Hang?"

Jiang Yihang didn't lift his head, and responded slowly, "No, I have to do my homework."

The hand that the boy handed over stopped in mid-air, turned his head to look at the whole class, basically everyone was reading or doing homework, which was in sharp contrast to the usual slow atmosphere.

So he silently stuffed the spicy sticks back into the bag, and took out the paper to start writing the questions.

The tenth class, the brutal class that the whole school is famous for, had a strong learning atmosphere for the first time without any supervising teachers.

　The prototype of Lu Huiru is indeed a person (if the same name is purely coincidental), and the prototype of Yuren No. [-] Middle School does exist, and it is one of the best in Southern Metropolis, but in the history of such a school, there are still several incidents of students jumping off the building, among them One happened in her class.

　　
　
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