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Chapter 11 Don't Talk Nonsense

When the class bell rang, Li Kuailai smiled at Pang Guanghui, turned around and entered the classroom.

Now that Bu Weiguang is always targeting him, he needs to be valued by Pang Guanghui.

With Pang Guanghui taking care of him, he might have a better time at school.Colonel Pang, just look at my ability to teach... Li Kuailai secretly said.

Pang Guanghui quietly entered from the back of the classroom with a small stool. The sharp-eyed Ma Zhifeng saw Pang Guanghui and hurriedly sat down.

Pang Guanghui has been working in Lingshui High School since graduation. He has been teaching for 30 years, and he has taught many parents of students. It just so happens that Ma Zhifeng's father was also a student of Pang Guanghui.

Soon, Pang Guanghui stared at Li Kuailai on the podium in surprise, as if he had dug up a treasure, his pupils glowed, and he wished he could snatch Li Kuailai away now.

Well, it's really good!

Ye Mingjun still concealed Li Kuailai's true strength. With Li Kuailai's current teaching skills, not to mention participating in the county teaching rookie competition, even the city's can participate.

After class, Li Kuailai announced that get out of class was over and walked to the back of the classroom. "Pang Xiao, please give me more advice."

For his class, Li Kuailai is very confident. In his 15-year teaching career, he was a rising star in the county and city teaching circles and an advanced teacher in the province.

"Ms. Li, you are doing very well, I can't make any comments."

Pang Guanghui asked, "Can you participate in this year's county teaching rookie competition?"

"Can I participate?" Li Kuailai secretly pleased.

Bu Weiguang beat him back then, and it wasn't until three years later that Bu Weiguang had an accident due to corruption and Pang Guanghui became the principal that Li Kuailai was able to take part in the teaching competition of his superiors.

Since then, he has improved very quickly in teaching, and has won many awards in county and city competitions.

"Of course, it's settled like this." Pang Guanghui happily picked up the stool and walked outside.

As soon as he got out of the door, Wu Dapeng, who didn't look at the road, ran over in a hurry and bumped into the stool in Pang Guanghui's hand.

"Crack." Wu Dapeng fell to the ground in a "big" shape.

"Who blindfolded caused me to fall?" The weak Wu Dapeng struggled to get up from the ground, and yelled angrily.

Pang Guanghui said embarrassedly: "Mr. Wu, I'm sorry, did you fall?"

"Yes, it's Xiao Pang?!" Seeing that it was Pang Guanghui, Wu Dapeng, who was extremely angry just now, immediately changed his face, and smiled as if he saw his parents, "It's okay, I'm in good health, I'll be fine if I fall."

Wu Dapeng shook his little arm to show that there was nothing wrong with him, but the pain made him turn around and bared his teeth.

"It's fine. Teacher Li, come with me to the office, let's have a good chat." Pang Guanghui saw that Li was coming to finish class soon, and wanted to discuss teaching matters with him.

"Pang Xiao, what are you talking about? Can I participate?" Wu Dapeng asked vigilantly.

I heard that the school will promote a teacher to be the deputy director of the Political and Education Department this semester, and he is bound to win.

"Let's talk about the Chinese class." Pang Guanghui waved to Wu Dapeng, then turned his head and told Li to come and follow him.

Seeing that the teachers had all left, Ma Zhifeng went to Zhu Chengsheng's side. "Squad leader, shall we organize the students in the class to go fishing by the river this weekend?"

"Okay, let's ask everyone's opinions. If there are more than ten people, we will go."

Zhu Chengsheng thought about it, and felt that it was a small activity in the class to enhance the cohesion in the class and make him more prestigious as the class leader.

Such small activities organized by students themselves are played by themselves without telling the teacher or letting the teacher participate.

So, Zhu Chengsheng came to the Youth League Secretary Wei Xiuqin. "Wei Xiuqin, how about we go fishing in Banxing River this Saturday?"

"Going to play just after school starts, isn't it good?"

Wei Xiuqin hesitated for a moment, "Why don't you go, I'll watch music programs at home."

Wei Xiuqin likes to sing, her parents work in the town, and she is pretty, so the boys in the class choose her as the party secretary.

At this time, Ma Zhifeng came over and persuaded: "Wei Xiuqin, you are the party secretary, if you don't participate, there is no point in our going."

"That's right, we are so tired of studying every day, let's go play on Saturday, you can also use the tape recorder at home to play pop songs for everyone." Zhu Chengsheng encouraged.

He knew that Wei Xiuqin wanted to be a singer wholeheartedly, and she especially liked taking music lessons.

She was the most active in preparing for the cultural evening in the first grade of junior high school.

"Okay, I'll go on Saturday. Monitor, please confirm the number of people." Wei Xiuqin nodded.

Seeing that Wei Xiuqin agreed to go, Ma Zhifeng showed an excited smile on his face.

After school at noon, Ma Zhidong and Ma Zhifeng were talking while cycling home. "Brother Feng, can I not go to Banxinghe on Saturday? My dad asked me to do farm work in the fields."

"No, you must go, or Wei Xiuqin will retreat too." Ma Zhifeng called out.

"Brother Feng, don't think too much about it. Wei Xiuqin's family lives in the town, and her life is better than that of us rural people. She won't fall in love with you." Ma Zhidong persuaded earnestly.

"Don't talk nonsense." Ma Zhifeng yelled angrily, "If you say such things again, we brothers will have nothing to do."

When Li Kuai was walking back and forth to the dormitory, he saw Peng Anshen, a student in his class, pushing his bicycle out of the school gate dejectedly, and asked, "Anshen, what's wrong with you?"

This Peng Anshen is the smallest boy in the class, and he usually doesn't talk much, so some naughty boys like to bully him.

However, Peng Anshen was admitted to university that year, and later became a senior computer employee of Tencent.

But he doesn't talk much and doesn't like to communicate with others, and he hasn't socialized with other classmates after graduation, so Li Kuailai has been unable to find his contact information.

If you want to say that the student who had the best life in class 4 of the second year of junior high school was Peng Anshen.

But because he was always bullied by his classmates in Lingshui High School, he also resented in his heart, and never went back to Lingshui High School to visit.

Now Li quickly came to see Peng Anshen's appearance, knowing that he was being bullied by other classmates again.

Now the primary school age here is 7 years old, so the students in the class are generally 15 years old.

But there are two students in the class who are of different ages. Ma Zhifeng is 16 years old and Peng Anshen is only 14 years old.

"I, I'm fine." Peng An faltered and shook his head.

"Don't be afraid, tell the teacher, is someone bullying you?" Li Kuailai continued to ask.

"Really not, I'm going home for lunch." Peng An pushed the cart away in a panic.

Li Kuailai knew there must be something wrong, but Peng Anshen left, so he had to ask again in the afternoon.

Back in the dormitory, the smell of fried vegetables wafted from Song Xiaofang's dormitory next door.

It is good to be a teacher of secondary subjects, and you can go home and cook in advance.

Song Xiaofang who was in the kitchen heard that Li Kuailai was coming back, turned off the gas stove, went outside and said, "Mr. Li, the discipline in your class is very poor, you have to take care of it."

"I'm sorry, I'll talk about them in the afternoon." Li Kuailai apologized.

It seems that next week's music class, he will go to tour the class.

Because there is only one music class a week in junior high school, Song Xiaofang has already taken music class in their class in the morning, and will only have it next week.

"You don't have to say sorry, your class is recognized as the class with the worst discipline in the school, and I can't ask too much." Song Xiaofang wanted to ease the atmosphere and comforted Li Kuailai.

But Li Kuailai mistakenly thought that Song Xiaofang looked down on their Class 4 of the second grade of junior high school, and said a little angrily: "Mr. Song, the discipline in our class these days is not bad. Don't look down on those students, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Li Kuailai turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook.

"You..." Seeing Li Kuailai talking to her like this, Song Xiaofang was so angry that she couldn't speak.

She is a proud little princess in Lingshui High School!

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