Shocking the World: Starting from Rural Teachers

"It's okay, all the classes are my classes anyway, let's continue."

Xue Qiang let go, a strand of purple hair fell to the ground, and reached out to brush Liang Zi's hair.

"Ah, no!"

Liang Zi was terrified and tried to protect her hair with both hands, but Xue Qiang still caught a lock.

"Crack!"

Another strand of purple hair fell to the ground.

Liang Zi could only do useless evasive actions, and every time Xue Qiang caught a lock of hair and used such a pair of scissors.

Soon, many purple hairs were scattered on the ground.

And Liang Zi's original carefully done hairstyle has become like a worm eating a mouse.

"Teacher Xue?"

At this time, Yang Qinglu's voice sounded at the door of the class. She didn't see clearly that Xue Qiang was cutting Liang Zi's hair just now.

Remind Xue Qiang: "The second period is my class."

"Oh, yes, almost forgot."

Xue Qiang stopped the movements of his hands, walked back to the podium and picked up the lesson plan, and said to all the students: "Ms. Yang is here to teach you the first day today, please cooperate actively and don't make trouble!"

As soon as the words fell, Liang Zi screamed and ran out of the classroom crying.

"Teacher Xue, what's the matter?" Yang Qinglu asked in confusion.

"Oh, this classmate drank too much last night, maybe he hasn't sobered up yet." Xue Qiang said lightly.

Pick up the textbook and walk out of the classroom: "Mr. Yang, you go to class."

Not far away, the class bell rang.

Xue Qiang was a little worried, and quietly returned to the door of the classroom.

He didn't let the students in the classroom find him, and he didn't look up, but listened quietly.

"Hi students, from this semester onwards, I will teach you Chinese lessons."

Yang Qinglu picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard: "My name is Yang Qinglu, from now on you can call me Teacher Yang."

"call!"

Xue Qiang heard a gasp of air coming from the classroom.

"Okay, let's start the class officially, everyone open the textbooks."

Yang Qinglu began to give a lecture.

Xue Qiang listened outside the door for more than ten minutes. The classroom was very quiet, and no classmates made trouble.

Only then did I return to the office in peace.

He thought the students were really stunned by him, but he didn't know that the students were stunned by Yang Qinglu's name.

The students in this class are all the rich second generation, although they are still young, they have not formally entered the social circle of upper class figures.

However, the names of the three major families of Jinyuan have been instilled in these children's ears since childhood.

Yang Qinglu, the only daughter of the Yang family, they have already known each other like thunder.

The first Chinese class went very smoothly, but it was Yang Qinglu's first class and she had no experience, so she was not well prepared.

"Sister Lulu, why did you become a teacher in the experiment!"

After the get out of class bell rang, Yang Qinglu packed her things and asked Lin Beiyi, who was sitting in the first row.

Due to their parents' relationship, Lin Beiyi and Yang Qinglu are also familiar with each other.

"What's all the fuss about?"

Yang Qinglu smiled and said, "I'm not welcome!"

"Welcome, welcome, of course."

Lin Beiyi said with a smile.

Waiting for Yang Qinglu to leave, Lin Beiyi quickly took out her mobile phone and called Lin Xizhong.

"Third brother, third brother, big event, big event!"

"What happened Yiyi?"

Lin Xizhong on the phone became nervous.

As the youngest daughter of the Lin family, Lin Beiyi is doted on by her parents and three older brothers.

She is the jewel in the palm of the Lin family, the most delicate little princess.

Especially Lin Xizhong, who is the closest to Lin Beiyi, regards this younger sister as his darling.

"Sister Lulu has joined our school as a teacher!"

Lin Beiyi proudly asked for credit. Of course, she knew that her third brother had always liked Yang Qinglu.

"what?"

Lin Xizhong, who was being massaged, suddenly sat up on the massage table and asked, "Lulu went to become a teacher in the experimental middle school?"

"That's right, just teach our class." Lin Beiyi said.

"Okay, okay, I see."

Lin Xizhong put down his phone, his expression extremely ugly.

"Xue Qiang is the head teacher, and Lu Lu is the Chinese teacher, so don't the two of them have to be together every day?"

"Damn this Xue Qiang, it must have been premeditated at the time! Deliberately show a hero to save the cat in front of Lulu!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Xue Qiang! You and I are at odds!"

Lin Xizhong viciously pressed the masseur's head down.
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"How did you feel about the first class, Teacher Yang?"

When Yang Qinglu returned to the office, Song Sicong came up and asked.

"Very good, the students are all listening carefully."

Yang Qinglu sat down and checked that the seat opposite was empty.

Xue Qiang had already gone to class, and the two took different routes back and forth, and they didn't meet each other halfway.

"What, listen carefully?"

All the teachers in the office were shocked.

There are several teachers present who have taught Class Six, and they know the virtues of these second-generation ancestors in Class Six.

"Teacher Yang, you don't have to say that on purpose, I know you must have been wronged!"

Song Sicong thought that Yang Qinglu said this for the sake of face.

He leaned over again and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to teach Class Six, I can talk to the leader and change you to another class."

"To tell you the truth, Principal Wei is my uncle, and Director Xiang is my uncle."

Song Sicong couldn't hide his complacency, thinking that he finally showed off in front of the goddess.

Let Yang Qinglu know that she is not only a Chinese teacher, but also a related Chinese teacher.

"No thanks."

Yang Qinglu politely refused: "Mr. Song, I still have to prepare lessons, so..."

"Ah, fine then."

Song Siming was disappointed for a while, but he also said with interest: "If Teacher Yang wants to change classes later, you can come to me at any time."

Yang Qinglu picked up the pen, lowered her head, concentrated on preparing lessons and ignored Song Siming.

"Ha, Xiao Song, you must have touched your nose!" Xu Xiumei joked upon seeing this.

"hey-hey."

Song Siming used a smile to cover up his embarrassment, lowered his head and pretended to be writing, while peeking at Yang Qinglu.

I swear secretly in my heart: Now you ignore me, sooner or later I will get you! .
With the first class's strength again, Xue Qiang's two classes went smoothly.

The students in the class are orderly, and everyone listens to the class with a serious face.

But Xue Qiang knew that these students were just pretending.

They were purely here to dawdle, and many of them went abroad directly after finishing high school.

But as a teacher, you can't stand in a class with big eyes and small eyes, you have to say something.

The students in the audience don't care about what they are listening to, and the teachers on the podium don't care about what they are saying.

On the surface, there is harmony, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

"get out of class."

After Xue Qiang finished the fourth class, it was time for lunch break.

Too lazy to go back to the office, I went straight to the cafeteria with the lesson plans in my hands.

When passing by the parking lot, I saw my classmates all went to the parking lot and drove away.

Ma Zulong drove the open-top Rafa aggressively to the accelerator, and drove to the gate. The students on the road retreated one after another.

Judging from the expressions of the students, they seemed to be used to this.

"He's too arrogant. We need to find an opportunity to rectify his arrogance."

Xue Qiang curled his lips and went to the cafeteria to order a meal. He had just sat down and ate two bites when a person sat across from him.

"Mr. Xue, you are eating in the cafeteria too!"