It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

    Ke Qingqing stood on the podium and smiled lovingly at the students below the stage.

    The students in the audience especially cheered for face, not to mention dozing off, not even distracted, such good classroom discipline is not because the students under the stage love Ke Qingqing and give her face , the big guy sitting in the last row of the classroom is really powerful.

    The principal, the vice principal, the dean of education, the grade leader, all sat in the back row and listened to Ke Qingqing's class.

      Just give her courage.

    That's right, it's just to be brave, the second and fifth classes of junior high school are already famous in the whole school. At the end of last semester, they threw their head teacher down on the podium with a heart attack!

    Fortunately, Yao Erling came fast enough, and the teacher Li Yulin, who was dubbed by the students as the king of drag halls, could save a small life.

    So as soon as the second grade started, the chubby Principal Zhang decided to replace the second and fifth class with a young and strong head teacher.

    Principal Zhang walked around the whole school, Mr. Zhou had high blood pressure, Mr. Zhao was pregnant, Mr. Sun was old, Mr. Qian was soft, and there was really no manpower, otherwise, let Ke Qingqing Come?

    Although Ke Qingqing is a new teacher dispatched by the Education Bureau, she has no teaching experience before, but she is experienced and calm in lecturing, so she should be able to do it... right?

    No matter if Ke Qingqing is good or not, Principal Zhang, who really has no manpower, still mentions Ke Qingqing as the head teacher.

    Worrying that the newly arrived teacher's face was so tender that he couldn't hold back a group of demon kings in the second and fifth grades of junior high school, the school leaders decided to play together to cheer Ke Qingqing.

    Ke Qingqing, who was driving the ducks to the shelves, took office. The school leaders first came together and then took turns. After giving Ke Qingqing the courage for a week, several people excitedly high-five each other. ! Ke Qingqing is absolutely fine, the group of hairy monkeys in Class 5 is definitely not her opponent.

    As soon as the school leaders retreated, the monkeys began to move. Ke Qingqing stood on the podium, and the movement in the classroom was unobstructed.

    Look at that little couple, each class is forty-five minutes, they look at each other fifteen times, every three minutes on average, the sweet little eyes staring at each other, tsk Tsk tsk, the whole classroom is filled with a sour smell of love.

    Then take a look at the dozing young Killer Matt, with his handsome yellow and white hairstyle, leaning on the back wall to sleep soundly and unrestrainedly, and put it in the novel as a proper male protagonist , It's a pity that the face with pustules and pimples ruined the image, and the whole person looks like a batch of two.

    The last Internet-addicted teenager was having a good time on the table, and the airdrop boxes that stimulated the battlefield were reflected on the glasses.

    Ke Qingqing patrolled the past slowly, gave each of them a brain break, and then confiscated all the tools for committing the crime.

    In the indignant eyes of the little boys and girls, Ke Qingqing's aunt smiled lovingly: "If you don't want me to call your parents, come to my office by yourself after school."

    After school, Ke Qingqing sat in the office and waited for the group of cubs, the first to come was the Internet addict teenager, Ke Qingqing smiled and waved at him, and then pointed to the chair in front of him: " Come, come, sit down, let's talk."

    The teenager who is addicted to the Internet was stunned by her affectionate greeting. Is it a normal reaction to break his cell phone in a rage? What's the matter with this new teacher? He laughed so hard that his heart sank.

    The internet addict teenagely said: "Teacher, yes, it's my fault, I shouldn't play with my mobile phone in class. I promise, there will never be a next time."

    "Is this, these questions have anything to do with me playing with my mobile phone in class?" The Internet addict was stunned by her question.

    "Yes! Of course there is." Ke Qingqing exaggerated: "If you have hundreds of millions of family assets to inherit, and you can live without work and food and drink when you are an adult, then I will take care of you. Do you want to study or not? In the future, you can play casually in class. If you don’t have hundreds of millions of dollars, you don’t study now. When you grow up, you plan to go to the construction site to move bricks? Looking at your small physique, can you make money moving bricks?”

    The internet addicted teenager bowed his head and said nothing, Ke Qingqing asked: "So do you have it or not?"

    The little boy raised his head with red eyes: "I'm sorry, teacher, I was really wrong, I can't do it in the future, I must listen carefully in class."

    "Do you really know that you are wrong?" He Qingqing confirmed with him seriously.

    "Yeah!" The little boy nodded with red eyes, the new teacher was right, his conditions were average, he would definitely not be able to work if he grew up, in order not to go to the construction site to move bricks in the future, he should study hard .

    "This is your determination to admit your mistake." Ke Qingqing handed him a stack of papers: "I'll give you two days, bring it back to me after you finish it on Thursday."

    Internet addiction teenagers holding a thick stack of test papers, two days? so much? I can't do it myself in twenty days! He couldn't hold back his collapse any longer, and was so moved that he burst into tears and cried and walked away.

    The next person who came in was a beautiful little painter, the little girl hung her head and said nothing after coming in.

    "Tsk tsk tsk! It's so beautiful! Look at the lines, it's flexible and vivid, look at the color scheme, it's ingenious." Great, when are you free? Can you draw a Q-version portrait for me?"

    The little girl raised her head and glanced at Ke Qingqing quickly, then lowered her head quickly, her heart beating like a drum.

    Is the new teacher saying the opposite? Maybe she will be furious in a while, tear up the book and throw it all on her face, so it's better not to act rashly.

    "Huh? Can't you?" Ke Qingqing asked with wide eyes.

    The little painter secretly raised his head again, quietly observed Ke Qingqing and said, "Mr. Ke, are you serious?"

    "Of course it's true, I'm twenty-eight years old this year, so you can draw twenty-eight portraits for me, one a year, by the way, remember to draw me Be a little more beautiful, a little more delicate, and wear a little more gorgeous clothes, and every action and demeanor must be different, and leave it to me tomorrow morning."

    Ke Qingqing clenched her fists against her chin with longing: "I am so happy to think that I will have such a beautiful Q-version portrait collection soon!"

    Comparing to Ke Qingqing's girly exultation and joy, the little painter's heart is filled with sadness that has gone through the vicissitudes of life!

    One night, twenty-eight exquisite, beautiful, gorgeous, and Q-version portraits with different expressions and actions, can you draw dead people? You might as well tear up my little book and throw it in my face!

    Ke Qingqing completely ignored the little girl's psychological activities, and said the rainbow fart: "So I really didn't notice that we have a painting master like you in our class, you are really good at painting Great, I have never taught a student as talented as you, so let's do it! In the future, I will give you all the blackboard newspapers of our class. The teacher believes that you will be able to crush all other classes in the school, do you have any confidence?"

    When the little painter heard this, he was about to cry, and he cried wildly in his heart: He must be able to crush all other classes in the school? Please forgive me, I can't!

    "The teacher wants to see other classmates, you go back first, work hard tonight! Read tomorrow morning and I will go to the class to find you." The girl blinked: "Come on~, draw me beautifully."

    The little girl who was kicked out by Ke Qingqing's hand was ashes, her head was drooping with tears, the new teacher was poisonous! In the future, I must study hard and never give her a chance to catch me again!

    Looking at the lost figure of the little painter, Ke Qingqing smiled and put a stack of test papers on the corner of the desk. If you can't hand in twenty-eight portraits tomorrow, these test papers will be useful , If you hand it over, there will be fifty-six students in the class! One portrait per person is a good idea.

    Small sample, fight with me, I must make you vomit!

      .

    "Do you have a cell phone?" Ke Qingqing asked both of them.

    The couple looked at each other and nodded to Ke Qingqing.

    "Come on, add me as a friend." Ke Qingqing took out her phone and clicked on her QR code for them to scan.

      Read it to me."

    After assigning the task, Ke Qingqing waved directly to let them go: "Hurry back, you two, it's been a long time, pay attention to safety on the road."

    "What do you mean by her?" The little girl asked her boyfriend while biting her lip.

    "This, I can't guess, it's inexplicable." The little boy was also confused.

    The young couple who were kicked out after adding a friend looked at each other, what does this teacher mean? Don't criticize? Don't ask parents? After reading and writing? What kind of feeling after reading?

    Just as the two of them were feeling uneasy, their mobile phones rang together, and the young couple who were in doubt took out their mobile phones and took a look. The messages they received were all new appointments. The article forwarded to them by their class teacher, it seems that this is the post-reading task assigned by the new teacher.

    A couple of young couples clicked on their mobile phones and looked dumbfounded!

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