Absinthe

When Zhong Xiu pushed open the office door, he found that the teachers inside were having a meeting. Zhang Zhiyuan, the head teacher, gathered all the teachers of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School for a mobilization meeting for the new semester. As soon as he came in, everyone turned their attention to him.

"Zhong Xiu is here." Zhang Zhiyuan greeted him enthusiastically, "Let me introduce to you, this is Zhong Xiu transferred from Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School."

"Your entrance test scores are very good. Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School really lives up to its reputation." A very young female teacher said with a smile.

Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School is one of the most well-known high schools in the province of F and even the whole country. into this high school.Everyone says this: as long as you enter this school, you have already stepped into the door of heavy capital.

Several teachers had exchanged privately, why did Zhong Xiu transfer here?It's not self-deprecation. Although Zhengchuan No. [-] Middle School is also a provincial key point with a high enrollment rate in Province H, it is still completely incomparable with Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

"Hello, teachers." Zhong Xiu smiled politely and greeted the teachers.

"Then let's end this meeting here. Everyone, work hard in the new semester. It's my first class, so let's go to class first."

Zhang Zhiyuan led Zhong Xiu back to class, "Where did you go in mathematics? The progress of our school should be slower than yours."

Zhong Xiu hesitated for two seconds, and said cautiously: "Our progress was not particularly fast before, and we have reached compulsory 5."

In fact, the math teacher at the previous school had finished explaining all the content in the textbook and started to enter the intensive review stage. He was afraid that telling the truth might hurt the teacher.

Zhang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Ah, the progress is not much worse, we have learned compulsory 4."

When I arrived in the class, looking around, everyone copied their homework, some of them were sleeping, and some of them were talking and fighting together in twos and threes. It was a harmonious scene.

"Old Zhang is here, Old Zhang is here!"

I don't know who said this, the classroom that was like a vegetable market fell silent in an instant, and the students also went back to their seats and sat down.

Zhang Zhiyuan stood at the door and glanced at the class, unexpectedly found that there were no empty seats in the first few rows, so he turned to Zhong Xiu and said, "There are no seats in front, you can go to the back and find an empty seat first."

In Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes, it is natural for a good student to sit in the front row, but Zhong Xiu doesn't think so. The lack of a seat in the front row is exactly what he likes. He looked around the classroom, and then went straight to the second-to-last row from the far left There was just a vacant seat by the window, and there was a person lying on the table behind him, as if sleeping, with a eye-catching little scratch on his head.

Zhang Zhiyuan kindly omitted the embarrassing part of asking new students to introduce themselves on the podium, "This semester, a new student has been transferred to the class. Everyone should take care of each other. I hope everyone can maintain this new semester first class." The state of the sky..."

Seeing that the first few rows were full, he felt very relieved, "Everyone is very motivated to study this semester," and then changed the subject: "After class, the representatives of each subject will collect the summer homework, and then everyone will write a new one. The semester plan, no less than [-] words, will be handed in tomorrow."

There was a cry of mourning below.

"Teacher, what should I do if I forgot to bring my homework?" Someone asked deliberately.

"Forgot to bring it? What can I do? I can't let you go back and get it now." Zhang Zhiyuan was still smiling, not angry at all. He had seen this kind of routine too many times, "How about this, monitor? The list of classmates who brought homework, let me see who they are, and bring them here tomorrow, and add [-] words to the planned word count for the new semester, and then write a review to the teacher of any subject that you didn’t bring homework with.”

Zhang Zhiyuan saw that someone was lying on the table in the corner of the last row, knocked on the table and said: "Okay, I understand that everyone worked too hard to make up homework last night. But now that class has started, everyone woke up and didn't sleep. Let’s call each other, and then go to sleep after class.”

Zhong Xiu thought to himself: The head teacher looks like a Buddha, but in fact he is fighting against Buddha.

As soon as he opened the book, he heard movement behind him, the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.The person behind seemed to have woken up, and said "um", lazily, like raving.

He heard the two whispering to each other, and Hao Ai asked in a low voice, "Have you started class?"

Another person also replied in a breathy voice: "Yes, you seem to be still in a dream. Did you bring your homework? It will be collected after class. If you don't hand it in, write a review."

"Bring it with you, and listen carefully to the class."

Zhong Xiu heard the sound of flipping a book.

"Cut, come on, I'll check the watch to see if you can keep listening for a few minutes."

Hao Ai replied: "Who do you look down on? Learning makes me happy."

Zhong Xiu listened to the bickering between the two, and thought it was quite interesting.

"I made up my homework last night."

Someone joined their conversation: "I'll make it three."

"What's going on? Don't affect me if you don't study. I still have to take the 985 exam." This is Hao Ai speaking.

Yes, quite a pursuit.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhong Xiu looked back and found that the three people in the back row had already got down on the ground, and they were probably fast asleep.