After one night, my students became giants

If he hadn't seen the first and second graders who were busy on duty when he went upstairs, if he hadn't met other teachers in the office, Lu Zhengyang would have suspected that he had misremembered the class time in this empty classroom. weekend.

Lu Zhengyang raised his wrist calmly. The time displayed on the watch was 10:15, and there were still [-] minutes before the morning self-study. Strictly speaking, the official high school arrival time was [-]:[-] in the morning, and students on duty had to arrive ten minutes earlier. In [-] minutes, clean the inside and outside of the classroom before morning self-study.

However, the class habits that have been developed all the time, there are still a small number of people who actually step into the class, and the students more or less arrive at the class five or ten minutes earlier.At this time in the past, there were at least half of the students in his class.

Now, there is none, especially the students who are on duty. Is this considered an escape from duty?

If there are one or two people who did not show up, it may be because they got up late or there was a traffic jam on the road. It is understandable that they did not ask for leave in time.But now the whole class of 20 people is absent collectively, Lu Zhengyang has reason to suspect that they are premeditated.

Lu Zhengyang calmly took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and entered the WeChat student group of Class [-], Senior Three.

Lu Zhengyang created two wechat groups for Class [-] of Senior Three, one for parents and teachers, and one for class teachers and students.The main reason is that after dealing with those parents for a long time, Lu Zhengyang discovered that some parents are so busy that they don't care about their children at all. It is better to inform them of something than to inform the students themselves.

When Lu Zhengyang pressed the keypad of the mobile phone, he almost brought a murderous look, every word and every word, with a terrifying momentum.

[Ms. Lu: Where are you? 】

Lu Zhengyang's message was different from the previous attitude of being responded to everywhere, hanging alone on the chat interface, everyone was as quiet as a chicken, and no one answered for a full minute.

Lu Zhengyang laughed back in anger.

If no one responds to your WeChat, then make a phone call!

When Xia Xiaoyu returned to the class carrying the handmade mooncakes for all the students in Class [-] of the third year, she almost stared at the classroom with only Lu Zhengyang in a daze, thinking subconsciously, did she come on the wrong day?

... No, it can't be that she came on the wrong day. Brother Lu is here, and the other teachers in the grade group are also there. It makes no sense for everyone to collectively remember the wrong day and go to the wrong class.

Lu Zhengyang, who was holding a mobile phone, saw Xia Xiaoyu approaching, lifted his jaw, and said, "Xiao Yu, call the brats and tell them to come to school quickly...Did you hear that?" The last sentence is correct Talking on the phone, Lu Zhengyang said slyly, "Little bastard, get out of school right now!"

A hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes...is it Brother Lu?"

"It's Teacher Lu!" In the past, Lu Zhengyang didn't mind that they called him brothers and sisters regardless of age. This was indeed a way for them to show their closeness, and he was indeed not a few years older than them, but now, Lu Zhengyang was on fire. , What do you call it brother, it's useless to call him father!

"Yes, Teacher Lu!" The person on the other end of the phone visibly trembled, and there was a clang sound, which was the sound of stomping his foot on the floor, followed by the sonorous and forceful voice of the other party: "Major General Edmonton Li Jinzun of the Rose Legion of the Galactic Empire Your orders!"

After finishing speaking, the other party hung up the phone, leaving Lu Zhengyang choking on his unfinished words.

——What Edmonton Lee, Li Mingxuan, did your head get kicked by a donkey, or did you fall asleep and still not wake up from your dream?

The corners of Lu Zhengyang's mouth twitched, and he would clean up Li Mingxuan after he arrived at work.

Lu Zhengyang quickly called another student.

The tone was hesitant and then excited, and he seemed innocent and dazed about the fact that he was absent from class, but he honestly said that he would rush to school immediately.

Lu Zhengyang made seven or eight phone calls in a row, and couldn't help complaining: "What the hell, these little bastards seem to be so poisoned by novels and comics that they can't even distinguish reality from fantasy."

Leaving aside that Li Mingxuan who called himself Edmonton Lee, Ma Yiming, who was quite reliable in the past, actually said that he opened the portal immediately.

Portal claws!

He made these calls, but none of the students on the other end of the line were reliable, and they were even worse off than before.

"Me too." Xia Xiaoyu said hastily, she made six phone calls in a row, her heart was full of complaints, and she couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Brother Lu, you don't know, Chen Baoqi is such an honest child, but he opens his mouth and keeps his mouth shut about this general..."

Xia Xiaoyu was not angry, she was just worried that Chen Baoqi would develop a rebellious mentality due to family reasons, and her personality would change drastically, and she also wanted to find an opportunity to persuade her after she arrived at school.

As a result, in the next few phone calls, compared with Shan Qi Mingzhu who swam to school immediately, and Kang Wenchang who muttered where her nightmare beast was, Chen Baoqi's attitude turned out to be the most normal.

At least Chen Baoqi didn't imagine herself as non-human.

Xia Xiaoyu now seriously suspects that this is another group monster in class one of the third year of high school, such as a live-action RPG game, each person sets a setting for himself, and then strictly follows the requirements of the setting. It's fun.

Xia Xiaoyu told Lu Zhengyang about her doubts.

Lu Zhengyang thought about it according to Xia Xiaoyu's words, and it was very possible.

The two looked at each other helplessly, pressed down their desire to beat up the leader, and continued to make calls.

After making all the phone calls, I waited for them to arrive at school and enter class.

Lu Zhengyang took the wooden ruler used by the math teacher out of the class teaching supplies cabinet and put it on the podium.

Fortunately, he didn't have an iron ruler at hand.

Those little bastards who didn't clean up hadn't arrived at class yet, but the unusually empty main classroom of Class [-] of Senior High School caught the attention of Director Wang, the patrolling dean.

When Director Wang saw that the door of Class [-] of the third year was wide open, and there were only Lu Zhengyang and Xia Xiaoyu inside, his brows immediately frowned, and his tone was not very good: "Where did everyone go?"

If we talk about the teacher who hates Class [-] of the third year the most in the school, apart from the teacher who has had direct and indirect conflicts with the class, he is the dean who is in charge of discipline and hygiene throughout the grade.Director Wang also tried to persuade the students in Class [-] of the third year, but after the persuasion failed, Director Wang's attitude became more and more blunt, and a small conflict broke out with the students in Class [-] from time to time.

Lu Zhengyang reckoned that in Director Wang's eyes, his class could be regarded as the cancer of Jiangling International High School.

Facing Director Wang's question in a not-so-friendly tone, Lu Zhengyang said calmly, "Morning, Director."

"Morning, Mr. Lu, Mr. Xia." Director Wang exhaled, greeted the principal and deputy head teachers of Class [-], and then returned to the previous question.

Where did everyone go.

Lu Zhengyang punched a group of restless bastards three times in his heart, and then said calmly: "Oh, I think they are too tired from studying these days, so I canceled today's morning self-study and let them sleep a little longer."

The corner of Director Wang's mouth twitched: "Too tired from studying?"

Even though their school is only a third-year class, but when it comes to whether they are tired or not, she thinks the second-year students are much more tired than them.

Director Wang has never seen a senior high school student who is more chic than this group of guys.

Lu Zhengyang nodded solemnly, with an extremely sincere attitude.

Director Wang wanted Lu Zhengyang not to be too used to this group of high school students, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered the attitudes of seven of the students who were dissatisfied and eight of the students in the previous confrontation. Forget it, it is not easy for Lu Zhengyang. The sensible sophomore in high school was stumped by the group of senior high school students.

Work is not easy, let's be considerate to each other.Since Lu Zhengyang has said so, Director Wang will not pursue it.

On the issue of Class [-] of the third year of high school, the work attitude of turning a blind eye and closing one eye is too important.

Director Wang reluctantly swallowed the desire to complain, waved his hand, and said discouragedly: "Don't delay the class."

Lu Zhengyang nodded slightly, and said, "Understood, Director Wang, don't worry."

At [-]:[-], Class [-] of Senior Three finally ushered in the first student to go to school.

"Brother Lu!" A figure rushed into the classroom, his face was full of excitement, and he went straight to Lu Zhengyang.

Lu Zhengyang dodged, pinched the back of the opponent's neck and pressed him on the podium, and then said "um" slowly.

After his face was pressed against the cold podium, the man was stunned for a moment, but a moved expression appeared on his face.

Familiar actions, familiar him!

"Brother Lu, I miss you so much!"

The other party spoke an accent that he didn't know where he learned, and he was full of emotion and authenticity.

Lu Zhengyang raised his hand without hesitation, hit the back of the man's head, and reprimanded: "Speak well, straighten your tongue."

The first student who rushed to the class was Zhou Xiezhi, who also lived in Lingjiang Xiuyuan.I can babble with my mouth, and I am good at baba with my pen, but the content of baba has no nutritional value, and when answering questions, I can't grasp the point of the long-winded speech.

However, Zhou Xie knows that being good at baba also has his advantages. His Mandarin is very standard, and his voice is very clear and clear. The way of broadcasting and hosting in the future is also a good way out.

However, only one night has passed, and Zhou Xiezhi lost his few points.

The voice is still that of the Qingyue teenager, but the accent has shifted to a dialect somewhere.At first, Lu Zhengyang thought that the other party was deliberately making a joke, and refused to straighten his tongue to speak, but after a few words of training, seeing him struggling to explain that he was late for school because of oversleeping and stunned, it was different from the small trumpet in the past. Lu Zhengyang's original anger turned into worry.

Doesn't it seem that Zhou Xiezhi is doing something funny on purpose?

"Open your mouth." Lu Zhengyang frowned and looked at Zhou Xiezhi.

"Brother Lu, I, I have nothing to do." Zhou Xiezhi obviously knew that Lu Zhengyang was concerned about his throat, and was moved to tears immediately, and he explained stutteringly: "It seems that I, it seems that it is not broken, and my throat is a bit swollen Su Fu..."

"You can just shut up." Lu Zhengyang was annoyed, did he not sleep well and his accent was wrong?After a pause, Lu Zhengyang picked up the phone, turned on the built-in flashlight, and added: "Stop talking, open your mouth, and say 'ah'."

He checked to see if his tongue was hurt somewhere.