back to being a teacher

Chapter 8 These little girls are really discerning

[Listen to me telling you about the ghostly past! 】

【The moving white paper man! 】

【A ghost story you definitely don’t know! 】

[I envy the students in this class so much, this teacher is so good at telling ghost stories! 】

Just after Fang Bai checked and went to bed.

Some student in the class uploaded the video of Fang Bai telling "Ghost Stories" on the Internet with a mobile phone, which caused quite a stir.

The classmate who uploaded the video shook his hands and quickly gained followers, directly soaring from a dozen people to thousands of people. Just a short video made him gain thousands of followers.

Fang Bai, the class teacher who told ghost stories, also became famous for this. Although he was not an Internet celebrity, he quickly became the national teacher in the minds of most students.

A class teacher who tells ghost stories in class feels so cool just thinking about it.

But this had nothing to do with Fang Bai, who was tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep.

As a reborn person, he only realized at this moment how incompetent he is.

Other reborn people can prosper, but he can only teach...because the only thing he knows how to do is teach. Apart from teaching, he is useless.

Amid sighs, Fang Bai finally fell asleep.

His biggest characteristic is his optimism.

Take it as it comes, worry can't change anything. Instead of worrying about yesterday, it's better to face today well.

Don't always dwell on the reasons why things happen, think about how to solve them.

I really had no other choice, so I invested all my money in Penguin stocks and waited for it to double twenty times in a few years...

The unexpected joy was that he found that he actually had 30 yuan in his account, which he probably got from working in the past few years. If he bought the 30 yuan directly into Penguin, in one or eight years, that is, seven years later, he would basically have the money. I don’t have to worry about food and clothing.

The next day, he got up early.

He woke up before about six o'clock.

I came to the dumpling shop opposite the school and bought a cage of dumplings with a bowl of soy milk. I sat in the dumpling shop and tasted it slowly.

When I was studying, I was in a hurry, busy with everything, busy studying, busy walking, busy going to school, and busy coming home, so everything passed before we could taste it carefully.

This cage of dumplings only costs [-] yuan, and soy milk costs [-] cents.

People in southern Hunan like to have hot peppers for breakfast. Dip some hot peppers, pour some vinegar, and simmer it down. The juice in the dumplings will splash out, and your mouth will be filled with spicy and sour aroma.

The gravy rolls on the tongue, but the dumpling wrapper is trying its best to neutralize the various flavors in it. Another sip of soy milk, the sweet taste dilutes all the struggles in the mouth, and everything returns to calm.

Fang Bai took a long breath and remembered that when he came back to eat these things when he grew up, the prices had changed and the taste had also changed.

"is it him?"

"That's him, that's him, the head teacher of Class [-]!"

"He's quite handsome!"

"But the ghost stories he tells are really scary!"

"I really envy the students in his class!"

"That's right!" "I really want to transfer to another class, but it's a pity that I majored in liberal arts!"

The students buying breakfast next to him saw Fang Bai and started talking about it.

Hearing someone discussing his handsomeness, Fang Bai couldn't help but touch his little face, haha, these little girls are quite discerning...

Even the dumplings in front of me have become much more fragrant, and each bite tastes more delicious.

Fang Bai paid the bill and accidentally discovered that there was a payment QR code posted on the wall. QR codes were not so developed at this time, right?
Fang Bai vaguely remembered that QR codes seemed to have only become popular after one or five years. Is it only one year now? !
Still paid cash to the boss.

Fang Bai returned to school with doubts, returned to the school dormitory, rummaged through the cabinets, and unexpectedly found a very technological-looking smartphone in the drawer.

"That's not right. Smartphones only started to enter people's attention in [-] years, and then became popular in [-]. At that time, they basically had single-core or dual-core processors..."

Fang Bai picked up the phone and subconsciously used his fingerprint...

"Damn it, what's wrong? Where can fingerprint recognition come from at this time? It was only one or three years ago that mobile phones launched fingerprint recognition with the 3G trend!"

Holding the phone, Fang Bai sat on the chair. He finally understood what was wrong. The world was still very different, although it was not much different from the memory.

But the butterfly effect is like this. Two unrelated people, just because the person in front sneezes, may cause the person behind to be killed by a flowerpot falling from the sky...

And in this time and space, because there is no Fang Bai from his student days, his own appearance has indirectly changed a lot of things.

It is impossible for two selves to appear in one space-time, otherwise there will be a paradox, that is, the paradox of killing yourself.

To put it simply, because I am a time traveler, if I kill the younger me, the younger me is already dead. Since the young me has been killed by the me who came through time, then the me who came through time will be dead. How did you grow up? !

Fang Bai thought for a long time and finally gave up.

After all, this is not something he can figure out. With his IQ, it is really difficult to figure it out. More importantly, even if he can figure out such a thing, so what, can he travel back in time?
Besides, he didn’t want to go back in time, so why would he go back in time?
Facing Qin Meng who is already married?Facing yourself who is still a loser? !
I looked at the time and saw it was almost seven o'clock.

Fang Bai tidied up his appearance and then left the teacher's dormitory.

Came directly to his class.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the class, I saw that the students in my class were in a mess. Some were fighting in the corridor, some were eating breakfast in the classroom, some were sleeping, and some were even copying other people's homework crazily.

Seeing this, Fang Bai frowned.

As a member of this group, he didn't think it was a big deal.

But after changing his perspective, he discovered a problem.

This class does not have the spirit that a good class has.

The essence of a good class is that you can feel the reading atmosphere of the class when you get close to it. You can even understand what a good class is by looking inside.

Even if the class is a mess and many people have left their seats, you will not feel that they are lazy, but are discussing and studying seriously.

Although this class has just been reorganized, no one takes the initiative to learn, which is very reflective of the problem.

"Teacher Fang, have you had breakfast?!"

Seeing Fang Bai appear at the door of the class, Zhao Yiliang didn't feel anything was wrong, and even took the initiative to say hello to the class teacher.

Even Zhou Ming, who had something stuffed in his mouth, raised the bun in his hand.

Fang Bai nodded coldly.

(End of this chapter)