come teacher

Chapter 31 Zeng Huasong's Disappointment
Classroom of the third grade ([-]) of junior high school.

Bu Lijuan, who was wearing a floral dress, and Pan Biyu, the leader of the Chinese department of the junior high school, stood in front of the door, waiting for the leader to arrive.

Seeing that Bu Lijuan was a little nervous, Pan Biyu said in a low voice, "Don't worry, our students in Class [-] have good discipline, and they will definitely be able to cooperate with you in this class."

However, Pan Biyu still looked down on Bu Lijuan in her heart.

This episode of "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" was attended early in the morning, and Bu Lijuan not only attended her class [-] five times, but also attended her class [-] twice.

Even if the knife has been sharpened for so long, it will be white.

But Pan Biyu didn't dare to compliment Bu Lijuan's class.

If she had a choice, she agreed with Vice Principal Pang Guanghui's intention to replace her.

But Principal Bu Weiguang disagreed, so he had to give up.

The third grade ([-]) class is the best class in the third grade, a top class, so Bu Lijuan wants to study here to make up for her lack of class.

But Pan Biyu also suffered from headaches during this section of "Spring Snow in the Garden" in class [-] of the third year of junior high school, which seriously affected her progress in class.

"I, I'm fine, I'm sure I can do the best." Bu Lijuan took a deep breath, feeling nervous that she wanted to go to the bathroom.

In fact, she just went to the toilet.

Pan Biyu saw Bu Weiguang bringing a few people over, and whispered, "They're here."

"Ah." Bu Lijuan was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground.

"Go to the podium and get ready for class." Pan Biyu ignored Bu Lijuan and went to the back of the classroom with a small stool to prepare for class.

Pan Biyu is also the head teacher of this class. When the leaders came, she had to manage the discipline of the class well and give the leaders a good impression.

As for whether Bu Lijuan can take a good class, it has nothing to do with her.

Ye Mingjun followed Bu Weiguang cautiously with a small stool in one hand.

After Bu Weiguang told Zeng Huasong to sit down, he turned around and glanced at Ye Mingjun, who immediately put the small stool beside him.

Bu Weiguang nodded, took a brand new lecture book from Ye Mingjun, and sat upright beside Zeng Huasong.

Seeing that Bu Lijuan was standing nervously by the podium, Pang Guanghui was a little worried. "Teacher Bu, you can start now."

"Okay, okay." Bu Lijuan kept sucking in air-conditioning.

When Bu Lijuan started class, Bu Weiguang introduced in a low voice next to Zeng Huasong: "She is the young and beautiful teacher Bu Lijuan in our school. She is only 25 years old this year and has very good teaching ability."

Zeng Huasong glanced at Bu Lijuan on the podium again, young?How does he see the other party as 35 years old?

Also, he has been staring at her for so long, yet he still doesn't see where Bu Lijuan's beauty lies?Could it be that your own aesthetics are different?

After half a class ended, Bu Lijuan said that she was going to recite a passage of "Spring Snow in the Garden" for the students, and Pang Guanghui knew that something was wrong.

Putonghua is Bu Lijuan's weakest point, she simply doesn't understand it.

At that time, Pang Guanghui told Bu Lijuan to ask students to answer more questions, and never let the teacher read aloud. She thought her own words were on deaf ears.

Northland air-dried (light)

A Thousand Miles of Ice Cracks (Closed)

Wanli Snow Ticket (Gone with the Wind)

……

Because the leader was behind, some students covered their mouths and dared not laugh out loud.

Zeng Huasong lowered his head, staring at his lecture book, turning the pen with his right hand.

After class was over, Zeng Huasong walked outside the corridor and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Director Zeng, how is Teacher Bu's class?" Bu Weiguang smiled.

"Principal Bu, this teacher represents the teaching level of young teachers in your school?" Zeng Huasong said word by word.

"Yes, she has a high level of teaching, and the teaching office let her study Chinese in the third ([-]) class of junior high school." Bu Weiguang still had a smile on his face.

Zeng Huasong turned his head and glanced at Ye Mingjun, seeing him standing there awkwardly without speaking, he seemed to understand something.

"Oh." Zeng Huasong sighed, and said nothing more.

The young teacher of Lingshui Middle School is at such a high level in class. He is worried that there will be problems in the teaching of this school in the future, and the cultural achievements of the students will not improve.

Bu Weiguang felt that Zeng Huasong's face was ugly, and asked awkwardly: "Director Zeng, there is one class before school, why don't we go up to the small meeting room and have a chat? You can also give Teacher Bu Lijuan some advice so that she can correct it. Change it. I booked a box at the Town Hotel, and we'll have a drink at noon."

Bu Lijuan also walked out of the corridor, and stood there awkwardly.

Pang Guanghui looked at the short and fat Bu Lijuan wearing such a short skirt, showing her short and fat thighs, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

Didn't you deliberately expose your shortcomings to others?Would you die in a long skirt?

"You're welcome, we want to rush back to the county at noon." Zeng Huasong shook his head.In a class like Bu Lijuan, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself from cursing.

"Director Zeng, don't rush to leave. It's rare to come down, and you have to guide our school teachers in class." Pang Guanghui pulled Zeng Huasong downstairs.

Zeng Huasong usually has business contacts with Pang Guanghui, and everyone is also a practical person, so Zeng Huasong appreciates Pang Guanghui.

An ability like Pang Guanghui is more than enough to be the principal of Lingshui School.

But the society is like this now, and you can’t be promoted just because you have the ability to teach.

"Oh, old Pang..." Zeng Huasong wanted to refuse.

Pang Guanghui whispered in Zeng Huasong's ear: "This time it's really a good seed, you go and listen."

"Really?" Zeng Huasong's eyes lit up.

"If not, you scold me." Pang Guanghui winked at Zeng Huasong, "Teacher Bu is the principal's cousin."

Don't talk too much, Zeng Huasong understands what's going on. "Okay." Zeng Huasong followed Pang Guanghui down.

Li Kuailai took Chen Xueling's composition and read it seriously in the classroom. This little girl wrote very well, and the handwriting was beautiful, which made people feel very comfortable.

Alas, it's a pity that such a good seedling should drop out of school.

Li Kuailai listened to Ma Zhidong's words last night, and he seemed to be less stressed and slept better.

"Ring ring ring." The class preparation bell rang.

Because Li Kuailai was in the classroom, Ma Zhifeng and the others went out to chat in the corridor outside.

Now that the bell rang, they returned to the classroom one after another, not daring to stay outside.

The students all came in, and Pang Guanghui and Zeng Huasong also came in from the back of the classroom.

When Li Kuailai saw Pang Guanghui and the others, he was taken aback for a moment, and asked strangely, "Pang Xiao, what are you..."

"Hehehe, Mr. Li, we are listening to the lectures at random. Don't worry, just go to class as usual." Pang Guanghui said with a smile.

Zeng Huasong saw the blankness of Li Kuailai and the students, and felt that this lecture was at any time, and the subject teacher was not prepared, so it must be a very real class.

Zeng Huasong put the stool at the back of the classroom and sat down as if preparing to attend the class.

Bu Weiguang yelled at Ye Mingjun outside, "What's going on? How come you listen to Li Kuailai's class?"

(End of this chapter)