When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

After the morning reading, the English class representative did not collect the English homework directly, but checked each one to see if it was completed.

The more he looked at the results, the worse his expression became. He made all sorts of mistakes and could only choose E from the four options.

By the time he got to Lian Wu, he was already suppressing his anger. He had answered dozens of multiple-choice questions, but got less than five correct.

After checking the whole class, the English class representative was already depressed and wrote down the names of several students who had not finished their homework in his notebook.

The first class in the morning was geography. Huang Youde, the Chinese and geography teacher, walked in, still holding the familiar thermos cup in his hand.

"I've reviewed your geography exams. As a liberal arts student class, your results aren't quite up to my expectations. I hope you'll take every class seriously from now on."

Although their accuracy rate in geography multiple-choice questions was much higher than that of the parallel classes, as a rocket class, this result just barely met the standard.

Huang Youde didn't want to say anything harsh, but their college entrance examination results were related to his bonus.

He summarized their wrong answers to the multiple-choice questions, carefully explained the questions with high error rates, and expanded on several knowledge points.

"My office is on this floor. Feel free to ask me any questions you have. You should learn to ask the teacher questions instead of just burying your head in work on your own."

Huang Youde has tried every possible way to hint to the players to find him. It is now the third day, and no one in the two classes he taught has figured it out. They are groping around blindly and don't know how to ask the NPC. In the end, the information they get is fragmented and they can't piece together any key points at all.

When Lian Wu heard this, he didn't think so. He thought he could explore the office by asking questions and observe other teachers.

When Huang Youde saw his expression, he thought he got his point and couldn't help but smile with relief.

Since the results of the previous test were not ideal, Huang Youde decided to let them take another set of multiple-choice questions and improve their accuracy rate.

After class, Xu Piao and Xu Qing left the classroom. Xu Qing avoided looking at Lian Wu and Feng Ling before leaving.

Feng Ling took note of this anomaly and planned to find out what they were doing when he had the chance.

The next class was politics, and Lian Wu had given up hope of understanding it. He was completely bewildered by the various ideas presented, a tangle of seemingly insignificant terms that made him dizzy.

Feng Ling wanted to go over and chat with him several times, but every time he saw Lian Wu's sullen face, he suppressed his urge.

After class, the political science teacher saw the broken door and fell into deep thought. Although she had heard that the door of Class 6 was broken, she had never expected it to be so broken.

In fact, the door was at least intact originally, but after it was reported to the grade yesterday, the grade leader personally took action, destroyed the door directly with an electric saw, and opened the door simply and roughly.

The political teacher was tall, wore gold-framed glasses, and was dressed like a professional woman. Her hair was tied up on her head, with a tuft of slightly curly hair on her forehead.

"Okay, classmates, today is our first meeting. Your former teacher, Mr. Wei, has had some mental issues and is now on vacation. I will be your instructor this semester.

Let me introduce myself first. My last name is Zhou, my given name is Yuanlan, and I just came to Chaoyang High School this year."

Zhou Yuanlan adjusted his glasses and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"I don't care whether you like to attend my class or not. I'm just here to teach you temporarily. Your grades won't affect my salary. I have only one request: I don't allow any unidentified odors in the classroom."

Lian Wu is still awake now, but when Zhou Yuanlan started the lecture, Lian Wu began to feel sleepy unconsciously. His head lowered a little bit, and then suddenly raised up, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Others were no exception, falling down in large numbers, some resting their heads on their arms, sound asleep, others with their faces buried in books, drooling all over them, and even worse, someone who had been sitting upright would suddenly have their eyes rolled back and fall backwards, startled awake instantly, their hands flapping in the air, barely steadying themselves.

Zhou Yuanlan saw it but didn't stop it, just like her English teacher.

Feng Ling wanted to sleep but didn't dare to. He stared at the window, waiting for the patrolling teacher to arrive.

The patrolling teacher lived up to everyone's expectations and walked to their door in the middle of the class. Through the huge hole in the door, his round eyes stared into the classroom.

The patrol teacher stared at Zhou Yuanlan for a long moment before turning his gaze to the students. He was shocked to see that most of the students had already lowered their heads, and there were hardly any awake students.

This is absolutely unacceptable at Chaoyang High School! Moreover, this is a rocket class, a class that aims to get into the best universities. Sleeping in class like this is ruining your future!

The patrol teacher suddenly became serious and kicked the door open. His movements were ten times the same as Teacher Li's.

"boom!"

"Everyone stand up!"

The patrolling teacher roared, and Xu Piao, who was closest to him, woke up instantly. He was so scared that he fell backwards, hitting his back on the desk, and waking up Xu Qing as well.

Most of the students lowered their heads, not daring to look up at the patrolling teachers and Zhou Yuanlan.

Zhou Yuanlan looked indifferent and didn't care at all about what was happening.

"Are you here to study, or to sleep? You really treat this school like your home! I'm telling you, don't think you can rest easy just because you're in the Rocket Class. You're nothing here, and you dare to sleep in class? Do you want to be punished as a group?"

The patrolling teacher's face was distorted, black lines appeared on his face, his voice became more and more hoarse, his neck stretched out, stretching all the way from the front door to the aisle between the desks, his head close to several of the students, who were so scared that they didn't dare to look at him.

The fishy saliva dripped onto the ground, and no one dared to raise any objections.

"Okay, if you keep talking, I won't have to teach this class. Why don't you just take it? I can just go back to the office and enjoy the air conditioning and my white-collar salary."

Zhou Yuanlan smiled charmingly, but her eyes were full of contempt, as if she looked down on the patrolling teachers.

But the patrol teacher just fell for it and quickly retracted his neck with a flattering smile on his face.

"Then don't disturb Teacher Zhou. If they fall asleep again, remember to notify me."

After saying that, the patrolling teacher was about to walk out of the classroom, closing the dilapidated classroom door.

After the patrolling teacher had gone far away, Zhou Yuanlan turned around and sternly faced the students, "Humph, see? If it weren't for me, you would have been punished by now. Let me tell you, power and appearance are the most important here, and you, of course, have the most grades. When your grades are high enough, just like I am beautiful enough, then you have privileges."