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Xiao Mingyang felt that he had been marinated by Zhang Fuguo.
Under normal circumstances, he would definitely arrive on time, but now he arrives 5 minutes early.
There were quite a few people in the classroom, and Xiao Mingyang and several classmates from the same school found a corner and sat down.
The students in the front row were talking in low voices.
Xiao Mingyang has good ears and can hear everything clearly.
"Our training teacher this time is Qiu Xun."
The student who was speaking had a bitter and resentful look on his face: "I don't know if I can understand..."
Xiao Mingyang leaned over the table and poked his head over to interrupt: "He teaches in English?"
"How is that possible? His English is so poor." The student in the front row replied.
Another classmate's eyes widened: "My brother told me that his lectures are like chanting scriptures, fast-paced and difficult to understand."
Xiao Mingyang chatted with the two people in front of him for a few words and then returned to his seat.
Fast and difficult to understand.
He clicked the pen in his hand.
That is for others. Is he someone else?
2 o'clock exactly.
A young man wearing a blue plaid shirt and jeans entered the classroom.
He looked young, with black-framed glasses and messy hair, but his facial features were not sloppy, and could even be described as delicate. He had heavy dark circles under his eyes and his skin was a sickly pale color.
"Is everyone here?" He spoke slowly, his tone steady and without ups and downs, just like chanting a sutra.
"It's almost done." Someone shouted.
He nodded and handed the materials in his hand to the student closest to him: "When I'm talking later, don't interrupt me. If you have any questions, ask after class. If you need to go to the bathroom, go by yourself... Hand in your phones before class, and I'll send them to you in the evening."
Other schools don’t allow students to bring cell phones to school, but they are thankful that they can get their cell phones here at night.
It’s different at the Normal University Affiliated High School. They never cared about it before, but now they are asked to collect cell phones all of a sudden, and everyone is reluctant to do so.
"Hand in your cell phone when you enter the classroom. You can't enter if you don't, and that applies to me." He was the first to turn off his cell phone and put it on the desk.
The students went up one after another to hand in their mobile phones.
Xiao Mingyang had no choice but to lie on the table and send a final message to his wife.
[The most handsome guy in the universe] Baby, the teacher is going to take away your cell phone. We can only talk at night.
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The reply came back very quickly.
【泽】Yeah.
The podium was almost empty.
Xiao Mingyang sighed, slowly walked to the podium, and then turned off his phone.
Qiu Xun stared at him with a strange look in his eyes, and Xiao Mingyang broke out in a cold sweat.
He respectfully placed his phone on the podium and said quietly, "Xiao Mingyang?"
"Well," he forced a smile, "Hello, teacher."
"I looked at your test paper," Qiu Xun said with a delighted smile, "it's awfully dirty."
Xiao Mingyang blinked: "Huh?"
Even he who is not good at Chinese knows how to use this word.
"Let's start with the provincial exam today," Qiu Xun said briskly. "You go down."
"Oh." Xiao Mingyang returned to his seat.
This teacher is even weirder than his mother.
Qiu Xun's skill in chanting scriptures is well-deserved.
The tone was flat, there was no intonation at all, he just wrote on the blackboard.
Fortunately, this was about physics. If this tone was used in Chinese class, Xiao Mingyang would fall asleep on the spot.
I feel like this teacher's side job should be a sleep aid anchor...
Apart from this, his ideas are indeed excellent.
After listening to him explain three questions, Xiao Mingyang understood what he meant by dirty.
It is said that he went around in circles but could not find the simplest solution.
They said he didn't skip any steps and wrote a bunch of useless procedures.
He spoke very quickly, not caring whether the audience was following him or not. He just kept talking to himself, and from time to time he would mutter in a voice that only he could hear.
Xiao Mingyang could keep up with his speed, and he only wrote down the points he didn't understand in the blank spaces in the questions.
Time flies.
The get out of class was over after we finished explaining the six questions.
The timing is just right.
He put the chalk back into the chalk box, took out a wet wipe, wiped his hands and wiped the table: "If you have any questions, you can come."
There was a long line around the podium.
Xiao Mingyang walked slowly over and reached the end of the team.
Qiu Xun answered the questions briefly, and in just 10 minutes, the long line disappeared, leaving Xiao Mingyang alone.
"Xiao Mingyang," Qiu Xun put his test paper on the table, "You are the last one, go to the blackboard and write the questions first."
Qiu Xun projected the question onto the big screen, handed Xiao Mingyang a piece of chalk, and clicked the timer on the whiteboard: "20 minutes."
This question is a variation of the last question in the previous class. There is a trap, and Xiao Mingyang saw it at a glance.
After 9 minutes, the blackboard was full of writing, but Xiao Mingyang's chalk stopped in mid-air. He was watching the process in front of him. After a moment, he picked up the eraser and wiped it all away.
I picked up the pen again, but I couldn't move forward.
There is one minute left and there is only one solution on the blackboard.
With a beep, 20 minutes are up.
"Okay, go down." The joy on Qiu Xun's face was self-evident.
"Wait!" Xiao Mingyang suddenly understood and picked up the pen to write.
Before the chalk even touched the blackboard, Qiu Xun snatched it away. His tone remained calm as he stated, "Once the bell rings, you will be disqualified from taking the exam."
Xiao Mingyang's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, curled up for a moment, then slowly lowered it. He bit his lower lip, turned his head to look at Qiu Xun and showed his signature smile: "Teacher, this is not a test. I have an idea now. Give me a chance."
"Do you have an idea?" Qiu Xun gave a puzzled smile and effortlessly explained his idea. "Is this it?"
Xiao Mingyang's smile froze: "Yes."
"Wrong." Qiu Xun couldn't suppress the curve of his mouth.
"Then can you tell me what's wrong?" Xiao Mingyang smiled with gritted teeth.
I have never been so embarrassed in a field that I am familiar with, and it is true that I feel a little unwilling to accept it.
"Go back and read the questions again." Qiu Xun handed him his paper.
Just go down.
Xiao Mingyang held his breath, took two steps and turned back: "Then when can I ask?"
Qiu Xun stared at the question in a daze and didn't hear him speak.
"Teacher," Xiao Mingyang gritted his teeth, "When can I ask?"
"get out of class is over." Qiu Xun heard it.
We had dinner after class.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t ask. At worst, you can go back and ask Lao Yang on WeChat.
Qiu Xun was indeed right, he had overlooked a necessary condition in the question.
Qiu Xun kept time on point throughout the class, finishing the lesson with one minute left before the end of the get out of class. "Those who would like to see a different format for tomorrow's class can come find me... Xiao Mingyang, you can come over now."
"Sorry, teacher," Xiao Mingyang forced a smile, "I need to go to the bathroom. Ask me tomorrow."
Qiu Xun nodded: "Then I'll go with you."
Xiao Mingyang: “???”
ber, are we familiar with each other? !
Qiu Xun packed up his things meticulously, stood at the classroom door, and looked at him quietly.
Damn, are you sick?
Xiao Mingyang scratched his head.
"Then..." The classmate next to him glanced at the teacher.
"You guys go first," Xiao Mingyang patted his shoulder, "I'll treat you to Coke later."
"You're welcome." The classmate smiled.
He gritted his teeth and walked towards the classroom door.
Qiu Xun had a pleased look on his face, and Xiao Mingyang could feel that he was very happy even when he was standing next to him.
They walked towards the restroom together, and Qiu Xun said, "Give me the test paper."
Xiao Mingyang didn't understand: "I need to go to the bathroom."
"I know," Qiu Xun said seriously, "going to the bathroom doesn't conflict with the topic."
Xiao Mingyang: "..."
Xiao Mingyang: "Does that mean we should discuss the problem in the toilet?"
Qiu Xun said naturally: "Isn't it possible?"
Xiao Mingyang: "..."
Xiao Mingyang: “…………”
Madman!!!
He took out the test paper and stuffed it into Qiu Xun's arms: "I suddenly don't want to go to the bathroom again."
Qiu Xun looked at the test paper and said, "Then going to the cafeteria...circling it with a red pen doesn't work?"
"No," Xiao Mingyang said speechlessly, "Can we discuss questions while eating?"
Qiu Xun said innocently: "Don't you usually do homework while eating?"
Xiao Mingyang: "..."
Xiao Mingyang: “…………”
He sighed with some regret: "Old Yang said that you and I are very similar."
Xiao Mingyang curled his lips: "Then he made a mistake."
"I heard from Lao Yang that you need to be in the top 10 in the country," Qiu Xun said, flipping through the test paper. "It'll be difficult if you don't."
"It's among the top 30 in the country..."
Qiu Xun paused flipping through the test paper and looked at him: "Lying is not good."
Xiao Mingyang: “???”
Xiao Mingyang: "I didn't lie!!!"
Qiu Xun pulled out the chat history and showed it to him: "It's the top 10. Lao Yang also said you like to lie."
This old fox.
Xiao Mingyang gritted his teeth: "The principal told me the top 30!"
"Oh," he put the phone back in his pocket, "I don't know him."
Xiao Mingyang: "..."
Why does it feel like punching cotton?
It was too difficult to talk to this person, so Xiao Mingyang chose not to talk nonsense and asked questions directly.
Once I asked that question, I couldn’t stop.
The two of them held their bowls and placed the test papers in the middle, talking while eating. After they finished eating, they had not finished talking yet and continued talking in their seats.
They didn't come out until it was almost time for evening self-study and the cafeteria closed.
Qiu Xun's tone rose: "Old Yang is right!"
"I still don't understand this." Xiao Mingyang still stuck to the question.
"Where?" Qiu Xun leaned over, his heart churning.
I haven't met someone like this in a long time!
The two of them talked all the way from the cafeteria to the office.
After he finished, Qiu Xun stuffed a set of papers into his hand and said, "This set of papers is very interesting! I spent a lot of time making it. You can try it!"
After today, Xiao Mingyang had a clear understanding of his strength and naturally did not refuse: "Thank you, teacher."
"You can call me by my full name." Qiu Xun said.
Xiao Mingyang blinked: "Ah? Not good?"
"I like you very much. There's no need to be so distant." Qiu Xun smiled at him.
Although he knew that the "like" here was not that kind of "like", it still gave him goosebumps.
He is a gay!
A gay man with a strong character!
He flashed his signature smile again. "Thank you, Teacher Qiu Xun, for your liking. However, I think adding the word 'Teacher' would better reflect my respect for you."
Qiu Xun frowned: "Then your name is Lao Yang."
"Then should I call you Brother Xun?" Xiao Mingyang asked.
Qiu Xun was very satisfied with this title: "Okay."
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