come teacher

Chapter 91
"Yes, this method is good. If you don't hand in your homework, or copy someone else's homework, you will also be fined one yuan once." Chen Xueling nodded in agreement.

Ma Zhifeng had a bitter face: "This is troublesome. If I do this, won't I be deducted more than ten and twenty yuan a week?"

"If I don't copy my homework, how can I hand it in?" Ma Zhidong looked bitter.

Seeing that many students agreed with this approach, Li Kuailai shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but we cannot use fines to control discipline."

"That's right, it can't be like this." Ma Zhifeng immediately echoed loudly.

"Ma Zhifeng, you have to be more careful in the future. Other students won't be fined, but that doesn't mean you won't be fined." Li Kuailai deliberately stared at Ma Zhifeng viciously.

"Teacher, you can't look down on people." Ma Zhifeng had a bitter face.

Li Kuailai sneered and said, "You have the worst grades and the worst discipline, how can you make me think highly of you?"

Ma Zhifeng drooped his head and did not speak.

"Of course, you are better at sports."

Li Kuailai changed his voice and mentioned sports, "The physical education teacher mentioned your sports to me this morning. It's a pity that you didn't join the school's track and field team, or you would have been admitted to the sports school."

"Studying physical education is useless." Ma Zhifeng had a bitter face.

If sports were like Chinese and mathematics, he would have learned it early on.

No matter how good he is in sports, in the eyes of other teachers and classmates, he is also an "inferior" student.

"Who said the sub-section is useless." Wei Xiuqin became angry when she heard it.

She is the best in music, how can she be ridiculed by Ma Zhifeng?

"Wei Xiuqin, I'm not talking about your music, I'm talking about sports." Ma Zhifeng explained sheepishly.

Li Kuailai didn't know where to go when he saw the words, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, anyway, you have to obey the discipline. The teachers in other classes look down on you and think you have poor discipline. You have to fight hard and let them look at you ability."

"Yes, we can definitely do better than them." Wei Xiuqin waved her small fist.

"Yes, we can definitely do it." Ma Zhifeng followed behind and echoed.

The other students also seemed to have been beaten to death, expressing that they should not be looked down upon by others.

Li Kuailai saw the effect, so he stopped when he saw it, and cleared his throat: "Everyone sit down, we will start class now."

At this time, the classroom was quiet, and there were occasional "squeaks" of Ma Zhifeng's stool.

After class was over, Li Kuai took a look at those very tired students, picked up his textbooks and left the classroom.

Ma Zhifeng squatted on the table and screamed: "I'm going, if you continue to teach like this in the future, why don't you kill me?"

"Okay, Ma Zhifeng, it's all your fault for not abiding by discipline, which made everyone hurt." Zhu Chengsheng turned around and blamed Ma Zhifeng.

Ma Zhifeng became angry when he heard it, and stood up while slapping the table: "Zhu Chengsheng, what do you mean by that?"

"Ma Zhifeng, isn't it? You can't be less troublesome?" Wei Xiuqin turned around and said.

Ma Zhifeng walked outside without saying a word like a dumb cannon.

The school canteen is in the canteen, and it is actually contracted by the boss, Uncle Hei.

After class, the canteen is the busiest place in the school.

With the resources of nearly [-] students, the canteen can make a lot of money.

As for how much Uncle Hei paid the school as a contract fee, and other things, only the parties involved know.

Ma Zhifeng entered the canteen and saw several high school boys sneaking out after taking something from Uncle Hei.

"Uncle Hei, give me a bottle of drink." Ma Zhifeng said to the middle-aged man at the counter.

I don't know what brand this drink is, but it's the same color as orange juice, and it's a bit sweet to drink. It's about four or five hundred milliliters, and it costs one yuan.

"Okay." Uncle Hei smiled and took out a bottle of frozen drink.

At this time, a kitchen worker came to Uncle Hei and asked in a low voice, "Boss, shall we boil water today?"

At that time, when the school signed the contract with the canteen, it required the canteen to provide students with free boiling water in the morning, noon, and evening, and the school subsidized another sum of money every month.

Uncle Hei gave the worker a blank look, and scolded: "How did you grow your head? Our water boiler is broken, and it hasn't been repaired yet."

"The boiler..." The worker was stunned for a moment, not daring to say that the boiler was not damaged at all, and turned back to the kitchen.

Uncle Hei scolded in his heart: "You are such a fool, don't drinks taste good? Everyone drinks plain water, how can I make money in this small shop?"

A drink like this is boiled water soaked with some sweeteners and colorings, bought for three or four cents, and sold for one yuan.

Not to mention [-] students, even if they sell [-] bottles a day, they can make a lot of money.

In such hot weather, how much water does a student drink in a day?

Seeing that Ma Zhifeng had finished his drink, Uncle Hei asked in a low voice, "Ma Zhifeng, don't you need anything special to go to the bathroom?"

"What special thing?" Ma Zhifeng was surprised.

"The toilets in the school are smelly. Generally, boys will buy a cigarette or something, sneak a little in there, and the smell will disappear." Uncle Hei tempted.

"This..." Ma Zhifeng was stunned.

He knew that some naughty high school boy in school secretly smoked it, but he never touched it.

Like the Iron Hands, they also smoke. When Ma Zhifeng is with them, it is equivalent to "smoking" second-hand smoke.

"You are the boss of the junior and second graders. If you don't smoke some cigarettes, what kind of man are you?" Uncle Hei continued to encourage.

"How much is that?" Ma Zhifeng couldn't bear this aggressive general, and felt that he was the boss of the second level. If he didn't smoke a cigarette, it didn't seem like a big deal.

"It's cheap. Hercules costs [-] cents a piece. If you smoke it, you'll be like a Hercules."

Uncle Hei looked around and saw that no one had noticed them. He reached out to the counter and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. Underneath was a pack of "Hercules" cigarettes.

Ma Zhifeng nodded secretly, and said in a low voice, "Then give me one."

Uncle Hei smiled sinisterly, and when he was about to take out a cigarette, Wei Xiuqin called out from behind: "Ma Zhifeng, class is about to start, don't be late."

Ma Zhifeng was so frightened that his body trembled, he quickly stepped back a few steps: "I'm going to the classroom now."

My darling, if Wei Xiuqin sees him smoking, he will definitely tell Li to come quickly, and then he will not be able to eat and walk around.

Seeing that Wei Xiuqin drove Ma Zhifeng away and made him lose a potential client, Uncle Hei asked angrily, "Student, what do you want to buy?"

"Uncle Hei, I want to get some boiling water, why isn't there any boiling water in the boiling water room outside?" Wei Xiuqin raised the water glass in her hand.

In order to save money, some students will bring their own water cups.

But it took such a long morning, and the water brought by the students was exhausted early in the morning.

Because Wei Xiuqin was not allowed to learn music at home, she secretly saved money to buy music tapes, not wanting to waste money recklessly.

(End of this chapter)