Teaching and educating people, my goal is to be the most beautiful teacher!

"Happy New Year, Teacher Zhao Zhao!"

"Teacher, teacher! Let me sweep the floor!"

"I brought a rag. I'll wipe the table. My mom asked me to bring two rags, one dry and one wet!"

Yu Zhaozhao greeted his classmates with a smile, and began to organize everyone to clean up together.

Without even mentioning the first open class, there was already a tacit understanding between the teacher and the students. When they saw someone coming to the class, the students naturally knew how to behave.

As for whether they will cooperate with me and whether they will cooperate to the point, there is no need to say these in advance, because this is a reflection of the teacher's teaching ability.

It was just a course outline sharing class and did not involve any knowledge points, but Yu Zhaozhao was still very confident.

The only worrying part is...

"Ma Yilin, what's wrong with you? You seem unhappy so early in the morning."

Yu Zhaozhao suddenly discovered that Ma Yilin had bruises on his wrists. This was probably not due to school violence. There was no one in the second primary school who could be so violent as to inflict violence on Ma Yilin.

Then it could only be family factors.

Ma Yilin is one of the few children in the No. 2 Primary School who comes from a relatively wealthy family. However, his parents work in other places and he lives with his grandparents, so he is relatively lacking in family education.

Ma Yilin opened his mouth, then turned his head away in annoyance, "It's hard to put it into words."

"Your words are not worth a thousand gold. It's hard to express yourself in one sentence. Just say a few more words." Yu Zhaozhao smiled and patted his shoulder.

Ma Yilin also laughed, then sighed and replied, "My parents asked me to transfer schools."

Yu Zhaozhao frowned slightly. "I'm about to graduate from elementary school in half a semester. How can I transfer to another school now? I can't even go through the formalities, right?"

Ma Yilin rubbed his nose with his hand and said, "It's a society of favors. There's nothing you can't do with favors, only things you can't think of."

Yu Zhaozhao felt a little regretful. He had prepared so many good things, but before he could use them, his favorite student was going to transfer to another school.

"Can you persuade your parents? Why do you have to transfer schools?"

"Because I got 55 points in English and 76 points in math last semester, and only 98 points in Chinese were acceptable, my parents said that the teaching level of the second primary school was not good, and they wanted me to go to a foreign language school."

Yu Zhaozhao nodded somewhat disappointedly.

"but..."

"But what? Are you looking for a fight? You're keeping me in suspense!"

"I told my mom that my scores in Chinese, math and English were all above 80 in the first unit test, so they agreed that I would not transfer schools."

Yu Zhaozhao instantly breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay! Leave Chinese and English to me, I'll give you extra lessons every day! Math... I'll think of a way for math later."

Yu Zhaozhao planned to go back and ask Xiao Taozi if there were any teaching aids or exercises in mathematics.

"it is good!"

The expression on Ma Yilin's face also changed from gloomy to bright.

Before he could say anything more, Yu Zhaozhao suddenly noticed a group of people coming in through the back door.

His eyes widened in surprise and he glanced at his phone.

It's only 8:15, the first class doesn't start until 8:30, the school gate isn't closed yet, and all the students in the class haven't arrived yet, so how come all the leaders are here?

Yu Zhaozhao winked at Ma Yilin and hurried to the back door of the classroom.

"Hello, leaders. All the students in our class have not arrived yet..."

"It's okay, Teacher Yu. You just go about your business and just attend class on time." Principal Meng replied gently and warmly.

Yu Zhaozhao curled his lips. You guys are busy with your own things! Are you afraid that you will need students to prepare lessons in advance? You are looking down on me, aren't you?

The students in Class 1-1 naturally knew that their leadership had changed, but on the morning of the first day of school, they came directly to Class - with a notebook in their hand. Did they want to attend the class?

This attitude... is worth pondering.

Everyone was working and discussing in low voices. Seeing that Teacher Zhao Zhao was not panicking at all, everyone calmed down. Hadn't Class 61 had enough open classes that were listened to?

The commotion was so intense at the beginning that there were leaders sitting in on almost every class. Everyone had long been accustomed to it, except that there were just a few more leaders attending.

Zhang Zhiyuan was sitting in the last row. Seeing that the leader wanted to come over and talk to him, he simply pretended to rummage in his bag, then turned around and asked politely, "Hello, teacher, do you have any paper? I need to take a shit and I can't find any paper."

Principal Meng's kind and gentle smile suddenly froze on his face. He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Zhiyuan.

"Go ahead, kid."

Zhang Zhiyuan then smiled naively and said, "Thank you, teacher!" Then he took the paper and left through the back door.

Yu Zhaozhao naturally observed the situation behind and couldn't help but want to laugh. The elites of Class 61 were almost all in the last two rows. The leaders were sitting in the back and could not cause any trouble at all.

After cleaning the classroom, class monitor Yang Wanying took the Chinese textbook and began to lead the reading on the podium.

Principal Meng was also continuing to look for his target and saw a simple-minded boy, tall and big, who looked simple and innocent.

"Classmate, is it convenient for me to chat with you?"

Yang Wei was stunned, "Ah, but I haven't memorized the ancient poems I learned this morning yet."

"Uh... just two sentences. It won't take much time." Principal Meng almost choked on his words.

"Okay, then go ahead and ask, quickly." Yang Wei closed the book obediently.

"I noticed that the Chinese grades in your class are very good, but the math and English grades are a little unsatisfactory. Are the math and English classes often occupied?"

Yang Wei turned around and said quietly, "I'll tell you a secret!"

Principal Meng nodded in surprise and encouraged the child to continue speaking.

"Our English teacher can't speak English! She plays the Banbantong during every class, and then she draws her eyebrows, and they are crooked, just like Crayon Shin-chan!"

Principal Meng knew about the English teacher Li Nana's situation and transferred her to the General Office to teach comprehensive practice.

But this was not what Principal Meng wanted to hear, so he continued to ask, "What about your homeroom teacher? When he found out that you were not good at math and English, did he ask you to learn more Chinese to improve your overall grades?"

Yang Wei felt a chill in his heart. What a jerk of a leader. He is waiting here to trick me!

But he tilted his head and played dumb, “When we had extended lessons at night, our homeroom teacher always asked us to focus on math and English. She would get even angrier if we didn’t finish our math and English homework than if we didn’t finish our Chinese homework.

But I really can’t speak English. Let me tell you, our English teacher really can’t speak English!”

Principal Meng smiled and nodded. "It's okay. Your class has a new English teacher. Go ahead and recite the lesson."

Principal Meng didn't get the answer he wanted, which was a bit regretful. Yu Zhaozhao was a tricky person. He had made an appointment with the director and was praised by the director, even in every meeting.

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