My imagination has come true

Chapter 19 Teacher
The holiday of the hero festival is over, those who should go to work go to work, and those who should go to school go to school.

Mu Qingyun sat on the seat with her chin in her hand, and slowly raised her head to watch the head teacher, Teacher Zhang enter the door, followed by a well-mannered young man. When she saw this person, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

Teacher Zhang said: "This is our school's new intern history teacher. His surname is Jia. Just call him Teacher Jia. Teacher Jia will be watching and studying in our class for a few days."

Suddenly there was applause.

A group of students whispered to each other, obviously very excited.

The new teacher is very eye-catching, with a well-groomed hair and a bit of the cool celebrity look that is popular recently.

The tough and handsome one.

Teacher Zhang patted the table: "Quiet. Teacher Jia, please introduce yourself and find a seat to sit down."

Teacher Jia nodded without moving his brows, with a serious expression on his face: "My name is Jia Junhao. In the next year, I will become a member of the class and learn from the teachers with you. You can call me Teacher Jia, if you want to call me Jia Brother is fine too."

After finishing speaking, this tough and handsome history teacher sat down on the empty seat next to Mu Qingyun with his long legs.

All the students in the house had expressions of paying homage to the Great God.

Mu Qingyun lowered his voice and smiled wryly: "Why doesn't Teacher Xiao Fang just come by himself?"

"He's the boss, the one who pays, and of course I'm the one who does the work."

The intern history teacher who was new to their class, Mu Qingyun was not familiar with, but he also knew Jia Junhao who was still performing the duty of bodyguard in the ancient city until the end.

People in Qiao's group jokingly called him silent son, and they didn't know what to say.

Today he is very different from when he was in the ancient city. The skin on his face is much fairer and tender, and the scars are gone. He is very young and gentle, standing on the podium of a high school classroom without any sense of disobedience.

The only problem is that it looks a little tender, so it's okay to pretend to be a student.

If those celebrities who acted young had this ability, they would probably be able to act as teenagers in their thirties and forties.

Mu Qingyun smiled, the surprise was over, so he didn't think it was surprising.

Jia Junhao took out a contract from his backpack and handed it to Mu Qingyun: "I'll show you."

When Mu Qingyun saw it, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "You are so versatile?"

According to the contract, Jia Junhao is responsible for all-round training for her.In terms of learning mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, geography, history, etc., there are also many foreign languages.

This is a hurdle that must be overcome.

Others, such as art, painting, vocal music, sculpture, piano, violin, etc.In addition, ancient martial arts, driving, skydiving, rock climbing, parkour, survival in the wild...

Learn everything.

Jia Junhao said softly: "Our Mr. Qiao is just used to signing the contract more comprehensively. These all depend on the needs of Mu students. Of course, most of them are fine for me to be an instructor, and some of my lack of skills can also find reliable ones." People are responsible."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Before that, she was still worrying about how to maximize the use of "Heavenly Rewards" as much as possible, so don't bury it.

Now she suddenly felt that if her life was all about studying, she would have no way to live.

"Mr. Qiao has read my scripts, and he concluded that I have to be remade?" Mu Qingyun thought about it carefully, then nodded helplessly, "Oh, yes."

As soon as the words were finished, Mr. Silently stretched out his hand on her shoulder and pressed her back lightly. Mu Qingyun straightened his back involuntarily, and his shoulders tightened slightly.

"Adjust your breathing."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped his elbow on Mu Qingyun's Zhongfu, Yunmen.

In an instant, Mu Qingyun seemed to hear a surge of air flow inside her body. There were several explosions, her breathing stagnated at first, and suddenly there was a surge of breath rushing around in her lungs, and her body suddenly felt a subtle pressure.

"Stay still, hold on."

Teacher Zhang also talked about the precautions for the next "disaster drill" on the podium.

In the Ming Dynasty, a person has to go through countless disaster drills from birth, and everyone is the same, without exception.

But in this day and age, most of the disaster drills are just a formality, and the only ones that really play a role are the three times of entering junior high school, high school, college, and graduation.

Among them, one time in high school and two times in college must have final results. If you want to enter politics after graduation, or want to enter a top-notch company, the transcripts of disaster drills are serious hard currency.

The timing of disaster drills for several high schools in Taoshi was staggered. No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], and their No. [-] middle school were all held one month after the first year of senior high school and after the hero festival holiday.

"The task of this class meeting is, first, to absolutely maintain one's own demeanor. Second, to extract the key points of the class teacher's lecture. Third, to memorize the first twenty pages of the history textbook backwards."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

"Well, the exercise is also a good time."

Jia Junhao laughed.

Mu Qingyun is helpless, she doesn't feel good at all, I'm afraid she will be exhausted every day during the exercise, if it's over, she has to accept Jia Junhao's torment, how desolate it will be.

Rolling his eyes slightly, Mu Qingyun put the recording pen on the table, opened the history book and quickly began to recite silently, without giving the head teacher on the podium half of his attention.

Jia Junhao's eyes flickered slightly, he was a little surprised, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.

He has also trained several people for Mr. Qiao, some are obedient and some are disobedient, but usually when he asks people to do two things at the same time, those who are obedient will do two things at the same time, like Mu Qingyun who is obedient and knows himself What to do, there are very few people who are very good at grasping the key points.

He is not Bole, nor does he have Mr. Qiao's pair of discerning eyes. I don't know if people like Mu Qingyun will have greater achievements in the future, anyway, he appreciates it now.

Mu Qingyun recognized Qiao Qing's request for her in her heart, so she was very obedient, and she was a little bit deaf to what was going on outside the window, and only read the sage books with all her heart.

Teacher Zhang talked about the precautions for a while, looked at her watch, and explained to everyone, let everyone study by themselves, and she went out to talk to the English teacher.

After a while, the humming in the classroom grew louder.

Many students began to frantically pass test papers, workbooks, and make up various homework.

Apparently, a [-]-day holiday for a 'hero festival' made some students play wild and forget their homework long ago.

Mu Qingyun has finished her homework, but as an ordinary poor student, she has no sense of presence in the class, so no one will ask her to borrow it.

Except for those who wailed and clamored to make up their homework, the rest were discussing the new teacher, Jia Junhao.

Although everyone has only been in school for only one month, the teachers have only taught them for only one month.

But when a newcomer comes, even if it is only a month earlier, he becomes an old person, so naturally there is nothing new and eye-catching.

What's more, Jia Junhao has such an unusual face.

Wang Mengmeng hasn't finished her homework yet, but she doesn't have much left. Now, while grabbing Mu Qingyun's math workbook to copy, she glanced at Jia Junhao and said in a low voice, "You and the new teacher have gotten acquainted so quickly. Hee hee, I think he is very easy-going, our history teacher will retire next year, he is here to take over the class? So handsome."

The corner of Mu Qingyun's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he swallowed it back.

With that little salary from the school, can you afford him?
Wang Mengmeng lowered her voice a little, and said mysteriously: "I heard..."

Before the words fell, there was a roar outside the classroom.

The whole classroom fell silent.

A group of students gathered in a crowd, all squeezed to the window, and looked out from the door.

Wang Mengmeng also leaned over, glanced at it for a while, then retracted, dumbfounded: "Oh my god, what the hell."

How could there be a Mu Aizhen outside?

The two teachers were standing in the corridor, talking to Sun Xiaomei and another elderly man who was over half a century old. Mu Aizhen was not wearing a school uniform and had a gloomy face. The sound just now was the sound of her throwing her schoolbag on the ground.

"Her face is stretched like the upper of a shoe. How should I say, right, like a mourning concubine?"

Wang Mengmeng grabbed Mu Qingyun's hand and dragged her to the door of the classroom.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face.

"Hey, why did you come to our school? Transferring? I remember that she used to refuse to even touch the stone lion in front of the gate of our school. She even told a few of her girlfriends that she was worried that this place would ruin her luck."

Teacher Zhang and Sun Xiaomei were indeed discussing transferring schools.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

During the previous holidays, this one was also showing his teeth and claws.

A few days ago, Sun Xiaomei was full of ambition. Her daughter was studying in a key high school with first-class grades and a proud face of a prestigious university. By the way, she relegated their school and teachers to the third grandson.

In the corridor, Mu Aizhen's neck was stiff, her eyes were red, her whole body was tense, and she stepped on her schoolbag with her feet.

crunch.

The two teachers looked back at her together, frowning slightly.

Sun Xiaomei's expression changed.

Another transfer student who came with her, named Gao Xiaowei, also had a dark complexion, but he hid it well and didn't show much displeasure. At this moment, he stretched out his hand to Mu Aizhen and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm wrong. I shouldn't have recruited you."

He turned his head and said to the two teachers: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I just pulled student Mu's braid and accidentally made her anxious."

Of course the teachers knew that the child was making a rescue, but in the face of these children, teachers should also pay attention to tactics, save the donkey from Shunpo, and calm down.

"Do you need to pretend to be a good person!?"

But Mu Aizhen was instantly furious, her eyes were red, and she glared at Gao Xiaowei with gritted teeth, "You are very happy and proud, aren't you? Do you think it is very loyal and great to transfer schools with me?"

"Loyalty? Who wants your ghostly loyalty! We are finished, do you understand? We have really fallen into such a shabby school. In this life, you, me, and we have no hope of getting ahead."

"Do you understand!"

While yelling, she grabbed her schoolbag and swung it out vigorously. In an instant, the schoolbag fell apart, and the pencil case, dictionary, and water cup inside flew around in a mess by inertia.

Many students around were stunned.

Gao Xiaowei was also on the spot in a daze.

When Mu Aizhen threw the 'hidden weapon', it was like a goddess scattering flowers everywhere, so scared that all the students dodged one after another, wishing they could grow their wings and fly quickly.

The most unlucky ones were those two teachers who bore the brunt.

Mu Qingyun raised his eyes suddenly, and saw a teacup and a box of cakes flying towards his head, he was startled.

Jia Junhao stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed Mu Qingyun's wrist, and led her around like a feather.

The small signature pen was clicked, and the teacup and cake were sent back with such a light force, and they fell steadily on the window sill not far away.

None of the nuts on the cake ever fell.

"Next time you come."

Jia Junhao laughed.

Mu Qingyun suddenly felt blessed, threw the pen away, held the book with both hands, and swept it like a racket.

The pencil case and exercise book that hit Teacher Zhang's face flew backwards one after the other and landed firmly on the schoolbag.

Jia Junhao opened his eyes slightly, exhaled, and said silently, "Don't be jealous, jealousy is poison." '

Mu Aizhen turned her head and met Mu Qingyun's face, with tears welling up in her eyes, she suddenly raised her head and grabbed Sun Xiaomei: "Mom, I don't study in the thirteenth middle school, I don't."

Sun Xiaomei was very distressed: "Okay, let's not study, how about going to Wanhua High School?"

"Woo hoo, mom!"

The two mothers hugged each other and cried.

Wang Mengmeng was speechless: "Wanhua High School is a private high school, and the annual tuition fee is [-], which is still a small amount."

The two teachers over there were also speechless.

Mu Qingyun just smiled, don't care why she is not in the No. [-] Middle School, as long as she doesn't come to the Thirteenth Middle School.

Quite annoying.

(End of this chapter)