Imperial Capital No. 3 Middle School, in the teacher's office.
Ren Yan looked inside and when he found that An Ke was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he quickly put his lunch on the table, took the cards and ran to Class 9.
Now the school bell had rung, and he didn't particularly like being late.
However, just as we were approaching Class Nine, a fragrant aroma wafted into our noses.
That’s the smell of beef hotpot!
In an instant, Ren Yan's appetite was aroused, and his stomach began to move uncontrollably. Two eggs and four slices of bread for breakfast were not enough for an adult male.
But Ren Yan was still a little confused, why was there a smell of hot pot at the entrance of Class 9? !
However, the next moment, Ren Yan remembered the boasting he had made in the group the day before yesterday.
"Oh my god, these fools are not serious..."
Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in Ren Yan's heart.
When he stepped into Class Nine, he covered his forehead with one hand. These young and foolish guys really meant it!
Looking at the big pot in the center, Ren Yan didn't know what expression to make.
......
At this time, netizens in the live broadcast room were delighted.
"No, no, my stomach hurts from laughing so hard. These students in Class 9 are really too much. They played a prank on Teacher Ren the day before yesterday, and today they are eating hot pot in front of her."
"And judging from the way he looks so familiar with this, it's obvious that this isn't his first time doing this!"
"Fuck, I'm a little hungry, what should I do?"
"Hungry +1"
"You think we're going to have a history class? No, we're going to have class meals."
"I'm really looking forward to what Teacher Ren will do next!"
"I bet fifty cents! Teacher Ren will definitely be furious. Which teacher can stand this?!"
"I bet you that Teacher Ren will eat with us right away!"
"Compared to this, I'd rather know the reactions of the judges in the studio."
"That's enough, brothers, let's go to the director's room."
...
Inside the director's room, the host and the judges were completely petrified.
When the class of Class 9 had just ended, they were wondering what these students were going to do. Until they saw a big pot, a bad premonition suddenly arose.
However, when this premonition became a reality, they found themselves not that surprised.
Damn, I’m almost used to Class 9’s outrageous actions!
The host He Bing coughed twice as usual: "Ahem, what do you think of the situation in Class 9?"
The judges looked at each other and kept silent.
Are you kidding me? How should we evaluate this situation? Should we say that the hot pot is delicious, or that these students have strong execution ability? !
Obviously none of them are qualified~.
It’s better to leave this fatal question to you, the host.
Seeing that these old foxes refused to speak, the host He Bing could only sit alone in the director's room.
...
As for Ren Yan, he had no such trouble at all. After 0.01 seconds of mental struggle, Ren Yan decided to join if he couldn't beat them!
Anyway, he was the one who boasted about it, and since his classmates helped him achieve it, he didn't mind taking it.
Scolding students and upholding your status as a teacher?
Ren Yan said that he couldn't do it because he was not a serious teacher.
After a brief mental struggle, Ren Yan easily squeezed in between the students and started rubbing a "little bald head" next to him.
Not to mention, it feels good.
"The students did a great job. They listened to the teacher very well. I could smell the hot pot from outside." Ren Yan said happily, and took a piece of beef with chopsticks, simmered it for a few times, and then put it into his mouth.
Instantly, a rich smell of butter exploded in his mouth, and his stomach was greatly satisfied.
"It tastes good." Ren Yan praised, and then looked at the little bald guy beside him: "By the way, classmate, who are you? Are you from our class? Where is that little troublemaker Wang Bo?"
The little bald man looked annoyed, and he pulled Ren Yan's hand away, answering word by word: "I am Wang Bo!"
Ren Yan was stunned: "You, Wang Bo? Where's your yellow hair?"
"Didn't you tell me to cut my hair into a buzz cut? I admit defeat!" Wang Bo stared at Ren Yan angrily.
Ren Yan blinked: "Oh, right, I almost forgot, hahaha, it's well organized, at least it feels good."
Then he touched it twice more.
Wang Bo's eyes suddenly went dark and he felt a little numb.
Damn it, I was fooled after all!
As for the other students, they all tried hard to hold back their laughter, and for a moment the atmosphere in the whole classroom became cheerful again.
......
The netizens in the live broadcast room were already laughing and dancing.
"As expected of Teacher Ren, he actually asked the students to make hot pot!"
"I was wrong. Teacher Ren is really outrageous. But I like it!"
"If I had a teacher like this in high school, I would have become a good cook!"
"Oh no, no, I want this happiness to last all day!"
"I quietly made a hot pot and ate with the live broadcast."
......
In the director's room, He Bing gave up struggling completely. He had no idea how to explain the story, or rather, he didn't need to explain it at all.
Now the performance of Class Nine is simply explosive.
You can get a glimpse of it from the layers of barrage.
As for the judges, they were completely stunned the moment Ren Yan opened his mouth, and were obviously shocked.
He Bing was too lazy to pay attention.
Anyway, the live broadcast of this class will make either you or me feel numb.
The others all seem so pale.
......
Ren Yan had no idea what was going on in the live broadcast room at the moment, but he could probably guess it. After chatting and eating a few bites with the students, Ren Yan pulled out the bag of cards he had.
"Teacher, are these new ingredients you brought?" A classmate looked at Ren Yan expectantly.
Although the food ingredients are already abundant, they are still looking forward to what Ren Yan, the eccentric teacher, will bring.
"Ingredients? I see you've been thinking about eating all day long." Ren Yan rolled his eyes at the other person.
"But teacher, you eat more than any of us." The classmate replied weakly.
Ren Yan glared at him, and the classmate subconsciously shrank his neck and stopped talking.
"I am a history teacher after all, so I still have to teach this lesson."
"Ah~ Teacher, we are eating here and don't want to sleep." The students immediately protested.
Ren Yan waved his hand indifferently.
"I'm not going to tell you anything at all. I'm going to play a game with you."
The students were now interested and gathered around. Even Wang Bo, who had just been being fed by Xia Yue, came over curiously.
"Teacher Ren, what game is this?"
Ren Yan took out the cards, spread them on the table, and introduced them confidently:
"Three Kingdoms Kill!"
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