Looking at him, Wu Yue couldn't help but think of Coach Anzai from Slam Dunk. This teacher did have some resemblance to Coach Anzai in his younger days.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of goodwill towards him.
"Yan Chiyu, Wu Yue, I am Tao Xinhua, your homeroom teacher for the next few weeks at Shuangyi. After you fill out the forms, come with me to the classroom to report." Tao Xinhua's expression was serious and his tone was calm.
Zhu Cilin was clearly taken aback: "You... have already finished discussing it?"
Every time an exchange student comes, these colleagues pass the buck like a football, refusing to take the student away, with no one wanting them.
"What's there to discuss? I want the person. Hurry up and fill out the form, then I'll take him away."
Congratulations to Teacher Tao on receiving two academic geniuses!
Congratulations, Teacher Tao! (Applause!)
Congratulations to Lao Tao for his discerning eye!
Other teachers, get ready to be slapped in the face!
I don't think this face will necessarily make a sound. Didn't you see how indifferent Wu Shen and Yan Mei were?
Haha, I don't care, I'm so excited!
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Tao Xinhua is the homeroom teacher of Class 28 in the second year of high school, and his major is geography.
He looked to be almost fifty years old, with thick, mixed black and white hair. His features, which should have been kind, appeared serious and unapproachable because of his cold gaze.
After filling out the forms, Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu followed him to Class 18's classroom.
Ye Lifen was assigned to sit in the office, a sinecure.
"I don't care what you were like at Songcheng No. 5 Middle School before, but since you've come to Shuangyi, you have to abide by Shuangyi's rules. Class 18 has an open class atmosphere and friendly classmates, but their academic performance is just average. However, the students in our class love to be number one in everything, even the last one." After leaving the administrative office, Tao Xinhua's tone became much gentler, clearly not the cold-faced teacher from before.
This change truly surprised Wu Yue.
Yan Chiyu remained silent throughout, while Wu Yue silently cooperated, saying, "Okay, teacher."
As Tao Xinhua led the way, he gave them a private lesson: "There aren't many students in our class, only twenty. They're all from prominent families in Beijing, or were sent in nominally through donations of buildings..."
Upon hearing this, Wu Yue immediately understood.
But teacher, is it really okay for you to tell us all this?
[My classmates are all rich kids]
Please send me in too, thank you.
[Just what my Witch God wanted, hahaha!]
[Ahhhhh, this is a class with lots of money, amazing!]
"Including the two of you, that makes twenty-two."
twenty two……
This number is auspicious!
After going around in circles, I ended up in the class of underachievers again.
Wu Yue was quite... happy.
The distance between the two floors wasn't long, and they quickly arrived at the door of Class 18's classroom.
Even though class hasn't started yet, there's hardly anyone in the hallway. Everyone's huddled in the classroom.
"Que Guanghuai, hurry up and let me copy your homework. Next class is Teacher Tao's!!!"
"It's strange that Lao Tao hasn't come yet today. He usually arrives at the classroom early."
"After all, I'm getting old, so it's normal to get out of breath when I walk and to have less agility in my legs."
Wu Yue glanced at Tao Xinhua.
The homeroom teacher was trying to take deep breaths, afraid that her blood pressure would spike and she would die on the spot from anger.
Yan Chiyu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wu Yue out of the corner of his eye.
The girl's lips were slightly pursed into a line, her eyes calm. It was clear she was saying, "Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it."
Having mentally prepared himself and controlled his anger, Tao Xinhua walked to the podium and casually picked up two pieces of white chalk and threw them out.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless!
He is a perfect example of someone who is still vigorous despite his age.
The boy targeted by the white chalk was sitting in the second-to-last row. When he looked up and saw the chalk with murderous intent, he was startled at first, but then he skillfully reached out and caught it, immediately stood up straight, and shouted, "Hey Lao Tao, you're here! I didn't say anything, it was all just my imagination."
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