Chapter 492 Explosion, the big guys gathered in A City No. 1 Middle School 3
Fu Zhi walked out of the classroom with his cell phone and made a call to the WeChat group.
The group voice call was connected very quickly. She reached out to remove the earphone cord from her face. The noisy voices almost pierced her eardrums.
The voices on the other end were very chaotic. "Has your account been hacked?"
"She actually still remembers that we have a small group?"
"Why aren't you talking? Your account has been hacked."
“She’s not a hacker?”
“It is possible that the horse stumbles”
"Teacher? Are you there? Are you making a sound?"
"Don't make noise, talk alone." Fu Zhi went to the bathroom, put his phone on the black marble table, turned on the faucet and washed his hands.
The headphone cord hung lazily in the air, making her voice sound a little hazy and vague.
The group fell silent for a moment.
Then the next second, after a long wait, Bai Ji's excited voice came out: "Teacher, have you finally remembered your WeChat password?"
He sounded a little aggrieved when he said this, accusingly, "I took care of the QQ group issue for you and you never contacted me again. Do you know how long it has been since you last taught us a lesson? It's been three years and three months!"
Fu Zhi turned off the faucet, flipped through the pages of his phone with one hand, and laughed, "It's been more than three years?"
Bai Ji said "hmm" with a hint of accusation, "What secret experiments are you busy with in City A? Tell us and we can help you!"
"If there is no experiment," Fu Zhi said, "I will go to school and prepare to work hard for the college entrance examination."
Bai Ji: “…”
hehe.
This joke is so funny.
For a moment, Bai Ji felt like a top-level boss was wasting time slaughtering dogs in the novice village.
"Forget it, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it." Bai Ji looked at his facial expression and said, "But, teacher, is there anything you want to talk about?"
"Ah, about this," Fu Zhi walked out of the bathroom and returned to the corridor, saying slowly, "You can ask He Ming and Chen Xin to come to City A later. The final exams are coming up soon, and there's no one to take care of the children in the class."
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When Fu Zhi returned to the classroom, Song Fang, who had a strong recovery ability, was leading his classmates to organize their notes for various subjects.
It is better to rely on yourself than on others. Song Fang’s life motto is very simple.
——There will always be a road when the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.
The last self-study class in the afternoon went by quickly.
The school bell rang in the evening.
After Zhou Zihuai finished explaining the physics questions, he came down from the podium holding a not-so-new exercise book and walked over to Fu Zhi. "I checked and found that the worst subject in our class is math. My math score is usually around 138, but in the final exam, it was never above 130."
Fu Zhi was flipping through the book in his seat.
There are a lot of miscellaneous little things in her desk and schoolbag, few of which are valuable, mostly just some scrap metal.
Hearing this, he threw the small badge he had just drawn to the side, raised his head, and said in a clear voice, "Are the math questions on the final exam difficult?"
This is certainly not difficult for Fu Zhi, but this body type is not friendly to Zhou Zihuai. "Do you know Hu Lei? He is from Cambridge University. When he gave math questions a few years ago, the probability of college entrance examination candidates jumping off buildings was the highest in China."
After a pause, he said, "Although he is not allowed to set questions in order to reduce the chance of failure, well-known math question-setting groups in various places like to use his tricky style."
Fu Zhi searched for the question setter named Hu Lei in his mind.
I thought about it for a long time, but nothing came to mind and I had no impression at all.
This person should not be a student she has taught before. Fu Zhi waved her hand casually, "It doesn't matter. Everything should be based on the type of questions in the college entrance examination."
****
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Director Liu successfully caught two students in a premature love affair in the grove behind the school with a flashlight. After writing down their names in a notebook, he snorted, "I'll ask your parents to come to school tomorrow! You didn't know it was the final exam and you dared to kiss in the grove? This is really a decline in morals!"
The captured couple trembled.
Director Liu took out his motorcycle keys from his office.
After saying hello to the security guard, he got on his beloved scooter.
The pink motorcycle drifted like a hearse to the school gate.
A black nanny car also stopped.
A man in a long black coat came down from above. He had a golden glasses frame on his nose. He looked scholarly and gentle as jade.
The little motorcycle chirped twice.
Director Liu took out the leather gloves from his bag, put them on, glanced casually, and then paused.
Because Class 21 finishes school late, Ma Mingquan has to accompany them.
At this moment, Ma Mingquan's bicycle was blocked by a small electric scooter.
"Director Liu, what's wrong? Are you going to leave or not?" He saw that Director Liu seemed to be petrified in the wind.
Director Liu smacked his lips, then turned around mechanically. Seeing Ma Mingquan, he thought for a moment, waved quickly, and lowered his voice, "Well, do you think he looks like Chen Xin?"
As the teacher who set the questions for the college entrance examination in the past two years, Chen Xin was known as "abnormal", "unconventional" and "tricky" by his students.
Some students scolded him for being sarcastic and inhuman, but few students really paid attention to Chen Xin’s private life, including what he looked like.
But the teachers in No. 1 Middle School are different. It’s in City A. Although its development is not as good as that in Beijing, it is somewhat famous. Two years ago, the Education Bureau organized a trip for the director and outstanding teachers of No. 1 Middle School to Beijing to listen to Chen Xin’s lectures.
But to be honest, as a teacher of the physics group, Ma Mingquan does not pay attention to the teachers who set the Chinese test papers.
But Xiao Liu is different. As the director of the school, he has to keep his ears open and his eyes on all directions.
There is nothing special about Chen Xin's face, the main feature is the scholarly air that is unique to scholars.
It is unforgettable.
Ma Mingquan naturally wouldn't remember a Chinese teacher. He looked at her carefully for a moment and said, "I don't know if she looks like him, but she doesn't look like me or Fu Zhi. She just looks like an ordinary person."
Director Liu: “…”
Absolutely, there is no need to insult Fu Zhi all the time.
But when it comes to ordinary faces, Director Liu is unsure again, as he has only met Chen Xin once.
For a big shot like Chen Xin who had set the questions for the college entrance examination, many aristocratic schools in Beijing were trying their best to invite him to give a lecture at the school, even if it was just to give some chicken soup. But he simply didn't care!
How could such a big shot come to No. 1 Middle School in City A?
Impossible, but what if maybe...
Thinking of this, Director Liu raised his mobile phone and was about to take another photo to compare, but the man who was originally standing there got back into the car at some point.
The nanny car drove away slowly.
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Chen Xin and his group's flight was delayed, and he didn't meet Fu Zhi at the school, so after returning to the car, he sent a message to Fu Zhi, asking her if she had time to come out.
The response from the other side was naturally extremely slow.
Several men in the car were staring at Chen Xin's phone, except for one man who was leaning on the back of the car seat. He casually lifted the blanket in front of him and said in a slightly cold tone, "When will the make-up class start? My experimental research can't be delayed for too long."
His tone was slightly cold, filled with complete impatience.
Chen Xin put down his phone and adjusted his glasses. "We need to contact the school to prepare the venue first, and..."
"I don't care how you prepare," Chen Xin was interrupted by Hu Lei, with a hint of anger on his angular face. "I only promise you that I will help you teach seven classes to the students of No. 1 Middle School. As for what you promised me, you will recommend me an excellent mathematician to discuss knowledge with me. I also hope that you will keep your promise and don't fool me with rubbish, otherwise you know the consequences!"
The atmosphere in the car froze for a moment.
"Of course." Chen Xin still looked like a good guy. "I have already contacted Principal Ouyang. If you are tired, I will take you back to the hotel first."
Hu Lei nodded irritably.
The nanny car soon stopped in front of a five-star hotel near No. 1 Middle School.
Hu Lei opened the car door and walked out of the car as if he couldn't bear it anymore.
The car door was slowly closed.
With a bang, Qian Man dropped the cup beside him. "What's his attitude? Trash? Who is he calling trash? Chen Xin, did you hear that? He actually insulted our master. Why did you stop me just now?!"
After a pause, he kicked the back of the car seat, "If it weren't for him, would our flight be delayed and we miss meeting our teacher? He is so awesome after returning from studying abroad? Did I tell the world that my teacher is Fu Zhi? In my opinion, we should call the teacher out and give him a good dampening!"
"You're so excited."
Chen Xin patted Qian Man on the shoulder and said, "It would be too much trouble for the teacher to call him out to slap him in the face. When he starts teaching, you will naturally know the gap between him and the teacher."
"That's better!"
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The next day, No. 1 Middle School in City A.
Ever since some good classes were unwilling to borrow notebooks from Class 21, this matter has basically become a hot topic that everyone in the school knows about.
It seems that they want to borrow the new questions set by Bai Ji and He Ming from the good students in Class 1. Now when walking on the campus, anyone with a discerning eye can see that many classes are keeping their distance from Class 21.
Even the students in the first and second year of high school felt that the script in Class 21 was heartbreaking.
After dinner and tea, several people gathered in groups, talking about how it was unwise for Class 21 to go against Class 1. They had lost their key notes and the test results were predictable.
Especially during the morning reading time, the class representatives represented by Xiang Yushen, Xu Tongtong and others each took a small half of the photocopied exercise book and delivered it to classes three to eighteen.
Each class expressed their gratitude and invited several class committee members from Class 1 to dinner.
When Xiang Yushen and his group returned, Xu Tongtong smiled with her eyes curved. "With this relationship, not only can Class 21 not borrow good notebooks for photocopying, but even in the final exam, after our classes' scores improved with the exercise books, it will be difficult for Class 21 to even beat Class 19!"
(End of this chapter)
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