Please draw your way of death

[Rules and regulations for students in suburban campuses

1. Bedtime is from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m., and from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. Students are not allowed to enter the dormitory building during the rest of the time;

2. Students are prohibited from leaving the dormitory building at night, and the campus arranges to check the dormitory at [-]:[-] p.m.

3. Students are prohibited from leaving the campus privately. In special circumstances, please ask their respective teachers for leave;

4. It is forbidden to make noise, run, sing and dance in the corridor;

5. It is forbidden to eat food taken out of the supermarket in places other than the supermarket;

6. It is forbidden to make noise, sleep, look around, daze and other behaviors that affect classroom discipline during class;

7. Respect the teacher, please greet the teacher politely;

8. It is forbidden to have a romantic relationship between students;

9. It is strictly forbidden to be late or leave early;

10. It is strictly forbidden to bring food from the cafeteria to the classroom;

11. Dress reasonably and do not wear fancy clothes;

12. Make-up and jewelry are prohibited;

13. It is forbidden to bring mobile phones and other communication equipment;

14. Have a correct learning attitude and hand in homework in time;

15. Whispering is prohibited during dining in the cafeteria. 】

In Class [-], Grade [-], Meng Qishu took off the school rules stuck on the wall in front of the classroom, and carefully read the following points.

It seems that it is no different from ordinary school rules. These last few rules are much more normal than the first few rules.

Meng Qishu handed the school regulations to Ning Mianzhong, ignoring the curious eyes of the whole class, and walked to the room key desk: "How is it?"

House Key shook his head and pointed to the empty seat in the back: "That player hasn't come back since he was taken away."

"Understood." Meng Qishu nodded, came to the empty desk, squatted down and took a look.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Psychology teacher," at this time, a female student in the next seat bent over and looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "Are you coming to class next class?"

"Next class? I don't have class for the next class..." Meng Qishu looked up, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a small piece of paper in the drawer of the empty seat, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a class schedule.

This class is a self-study class, and the next class seems to be... a math class?

Ha ha, as expected, mathematics is a subject that no one wants to take!

"I thought the psychology teacher was going to take the math class into psychology science." A trace of disappointment flashed in the female student's eyes.

I'm sorry to disappoint you. Psychology teachers, as the most tasteless sub-subjects, may not be as good as your math teachers.

Meng Qishu smiled politely: "It's okay, let's do psychological science next time in psychology class."

He got up and walked towards the door where Ning Mianzhong was. As soon as he stepped onto the podium table, Meng Qishu heard a "bang".

"Jingle Bell--"

At the same time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, but everyone in the classroom did not dare to move.

"Psychological teacher, school doctor," the man turned his gaze to the two, if the sense of oppression in his eyes was real, "Why don't you stay at your job during work?"

Meng Qishu turned his body slightly, and saw the figure of the man reflected on the window facing the door, with the name on his chest clearly printed in large characters——

[Suburb campus, principal. 】

No one spoke. Compared to the bustle in the corridor, the classroom is obviously another world.

The principal stared intently at the two people in the classroom. All the students in the classroom lowered their heads and held their breath, not even daring to breathe. As the central protagonist, Meng Qishu and Ning Mianzhong, they looked at the principal in silence. , Thinking about the best escape plan.

"Leave your post without authorization during work, you two, come with me to the office!" The principal raised his eyes, and his aura was unexpectedly strong.

"Who said the two of us left without authorization?" Meng Qishu, who looked around in the classroom and couldn't find the best escape route, simply gave up and pulled the chair by the podium table and sat on it. "We are earnestly fulfilling our mission. responsibility."

"Fulfill your duties? As a psychology teacher, why don't you solve the students' psychological problems in the psychological consultation room, and come to the teaching building to perform your duties?" The principal sneered, not believing Meng Qishu's nonsense.

Ning Mian finally looked back, obviously also curious about how Meng Qishu would respond to the principal's pressing approach.

"You also know that I'm a psychology teacher?" Meng Qishu smiled, took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box on the podium table, and tossed it up and down for fun, "What can a psychology teacher do when he comes to the teaching building? Of course it's class!"

"What about the school doctor?"

"The school doctor is on an outpatient visit." Meng Qishu pointed in the direction of the house key, "Someone in our class is not feeling well, please ask the school doctor to come and see what's wrong?"

Fang Key, who was called upon, raised his head in panic, and stammered back under the majestic gaze of the headmaster: "Yes... yes, I'm a little unwell... please ask the school doctor to come and take a look..."

The principal frowned deeply, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, but he couldn't attack it.

"I'm sorry..." At this moment, a weak voice came from outside the door. The principal turned around and saw a thin girl standing outside the door trembling with a book in her arms, "Class is coming soon, can I go first?" go in?"

The headmaster glanced at her neckline, and said in a calm voice, "The math teacher in Class [-] and [-]?"

Meng Qishu on the podium table caught the chalk falling from a high altitude, and with a trembling hand, he couldn't control his strength, and broke the chalk into two pieces with a "click" sound!

True or false Monkey King?

Sure enough, the headmaster turned his eyes, his face somber as if he could eat people: "Psychology teacher, explain, why are there two teachers in one class?"

Meng Qishu kept smiling and squeezed the broken chalk tightly.

Of course it was because everything he said was false, but could he say that?

"Mathematics teacher, why are you here? Didn't you agree that we should change classes?" Meng Qishu ignored the principal's gaze, looking at the thin girl outside the door, winking frequently, "Aren't you I misremembered, you should take a break in this class."

"Ah?" The girl looked bewildered, but she didn't look like she was lying when she read Meng Qishu, so she hesitated and followed his words, "Maybe...maybe I misremembered?"

"That's right, you just misremembered it!" Meng Qishu nodded his head heavily, and in his heart gave the little girl a label of "On the Road", "Go to the office and rest, remember to come back to the next psychology class!"

"Okay...okay..." The little girl walked two steps towards the office with the book in her arms in a daze, but she didn't find anything unusual, so she went back boldly.

In the classroom, Meng Qishu held his chest and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this math teacher is a player. If this is a dungeon NPC, he might not be able to fool him so smoothly.

"You two change classes privately?" At this time, the principal at the door said, making Meng Qishu, who had just let go of his heart, hang up again with a sigh of relief.

Seeing the principal's probing eyes, Meng Qishu felt that he was using all his words to lie: "The school rules don't seem to say that you can't change classes without permission."

The headmaster gave him a deep look at the end, then walked out with a cold snort: "This is not an example!"

With a bang, the classroom door was closed again, leaving only Meng Qishu and Ning Mian staring wide-eyed.

Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu, hesitated for a while and said, "...the eloquence is good."

"...Thank you." Meng Qishu felt that this sentence was mocking him, but he had no proof.

"Just now you cast your eyes so much that you almost cramp?" Ning Mian finally recalled the scene just now, feeling a little stuffy in her heart for some reason.

It seemed that this was the first time that Meng Qishu was so attentive to people other than himself.

"Actually, it's okay." Meng Qishu rubbed his eyes and didn't think there was anything wrong. "That player is still very good. I have to thank her if I have the opportunity."

"...Why didn't you thank me?" Ning Mian finally involuntarily took two steps forward, leaning on the podium table with one hand and lowering her head slightly, looking down at Meng Qishu who was sitting on the seat.

"Thank you for what?" Meng Qishu looked up at him inexplicably.

"..." Ning Mian's pupils trembled, and he seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. He let go of his hand, turned around and walked towards the door, his eyes were hidden behind the broken hair on his forehead, "It's nothing, you go to class, I'll go to class first." gone back."

The two of them are teammates from the beginning to the end, so that it seems that what they do is taken for granted. It is taken for granted that information sharing, tacit understanding, and doing what a teammate should do are taken for granted, so even gratitude becomes insignificant. stand up.

Compared with others, they seem to ignore each other as teammates more easily.

When he formed a team with He Yingbai before, Ning Mian didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, but now...he felt a little bit unwilling for some reason.

Meng Qishu frowned, always feeling that something was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was so strange for a while.

"Jingle Bell--"

Fortunately, before Meng Qishu could savor it carefully, the sudden ringing of the class bell interrupted his thinking.

Under the expectant eyes of the whole class, Meng Qishu got up, raised his hand and wrote two large characters on the blackboard with chalk—integrity.

Then, he turned around, tapped the two big characters with his knuckles, and said calmly: "Let's talk about 'integrity' in this class!"

"squeak--"

The sound of the stool rubbing against the floor was heard, and a male student sitting in the front row raised his hand and expressed his confusion: "Teacher, isn't this what the Chinese teacher said? You agreed last time to give us a popularization of psychological knowledge!"

"Shua--" "Pa--" "Hiss--"

Seeing the male student bending over while covering his forehead, Meng Qishu withdrew his hand, picked up a piece of chalk again, and smiled kindly: "Am I the teacher, or are you the teacher?"

Using chalk to double-click on the blackboard, Meng Qishu smiled threateningly: "In this class, we will talk about 'integrity'. Does anyone have any questions?"

The whole class was silent, and Meng Qishu nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, it seems that everyone is looking forward to this class, I will definitely explain these two words to you, and I will definitely fulfill the obligations that a teacher should have!"

The whole class: ... who should expect your "integrity"?Bring back our math teacher!