Class Teacher System

If you see anti-theft, don't rush, you'll see the new text one day! Xu Mingxin said that several people in the room also felt their stomachs grunt. After all, they spent a lot of energy climbing the mountain all day. And Luban Ban's four of them put a lot of effort into it in addition to their physical strength, and their stomachs are naturally hungry faster. What makes the snow worse is that the students outside have started screaming about how delicious their food is, and the smell of the spray has drifted into the tent. Even saints can't stand this red | naked hook | seduce!

However, before allowing the four children to leave the tent, Ren Bamboo summarized the matter and cautioned the four teenagers present: “Next time, whatever you do, be sure to think before you talk, think twice, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and harm to others. If you can't think clearly, don't blame others and tell them what you think, and the truth will naturally emerge, and arguments will never solve any problems. ”

Xu Mingxin heard a little groundless. He had already apologized to Zhou Lai before. At this moment, he couldn't help but say several words of sorry to Zhou Lai. Zhou Lai's face was much better than before. He shook his head: “It's okay, you didn't mean it anyway.” He doesn't compare to retards.

Ren Zhu took another look at Song Feng: “Of course, if you make any mistakes or admit them in a timely manner, so that you can at least minimize the harm and problems, whether to others or to yourself, it is a good thing. ”

It's Song Feng's turn to blush.

After going through the joint lecture by the class director, the four boys formed a slightly subtle sense of alliance, and Len Bamboo smiled and asked the four of them to form a team and cook their own meals, and then he would ask the two bodyguard uncles to help them build their tents. Luban Ban was happy this time, and he hugged Zhou Lai's shoulder: "Brother, I brought you tuna cans and beef jerky, please eat! ”

Zhou Lai was stiff for a moment at the moment when he reached out to Luban to hold his shoulder, but soon he adapted and nodded. Watching the four teenagers come together, the class director was in a good mood. However, he looked behind Luban Ban and Zhou Lai and was still somewhat worried.

“How complete is the task now? ”

Ren Zhu said something to himself, and then a transparent light screen appeared in front of him, which showed that the task had reached 50 percent completion. Ren Bamboo nodded, and it would certainly have had a childhood impact and paranoia on that perverted homicidal maniac, and now he can almost be sure that the perverted homicidal maniac could only be one of Luban Ban and Chow Lei, and Chow Lei's chances are even greater.

Because if he doesn't get involved, things will most likely develop into Zhou Lai being wronged, then the whole class will be squeezed out, and then Lu Xiaofat will blatantly bully him. Now that we've reached 50 percent completion, the future of that perverted homicidal maniac should have changed a lot.

“What else could it be?” The teacher pressed his eyebrows, and he had to figure out a way to keep up until the end of high school. Otherwise, if he can't keep an eye on it for the next six years, his current efforts will be a shadow.

Ren Zhu was wondering how to follow the children of Class 68 to junior high school and high school. Professor Ning looked at the face in his pot.

Yeah, just a bunch. Twenty minutes ago, he was satisfied with his decision to show the class director that he was not a life idiot. After all, the next instant noodle was a simple matter. He had never eaten pork and had never seen a pig run? But now, Professor Ning thinks it makes perfect sense to specialize in art. He's not a professional star chef. Why would he cook? Cooking or something, just wait for the rest of your life.

So, when the teacher came out hungry to prepare his own dinner, what he saw was Professor Ning squatting on the ground with his umbrella. From the shadow of his back, it was terrible.

Ren Zhu: “…” I have a bad feeling.

“Where's the rice?” After walking over, Ren Bamboo asked directly, then glanced at the terrible pan and shut his mouth.

Ning Hun never felt so ashamed and incompetent. He hurried up and hit Ren Bamboo's head with an umbrella. The handsome face was a little unnatural: “Well, I'm not very professional. So, I'm going to lend you a little bit of the kids, and don't worry, one person is going to borrow a little bit of food, and I'm going to bring all their food over, and I can do it. ”

After saying this, Ning Hun was anxious to go outside, but was caught by Len Bamboo: “For the sake of your reluctance to accompany us up the mountain today, eat it. Anyway, it's just a bunch of noodles. Just eat it. Besides, I have ham sausage. ”

Ning Hun was very surprised that Len Bamboo would make such a gentle compromise. After all, for most of the previous month, this man had put his nose upright on him. Of course he knew the man was guarding him, but he didn't expect Renbamboo's guard to be so strong that he didn't trust him for half a month. But now, how did it suddenly get better?

Renzhu looked at the confused Ning psychologist and didn't explain: “Come on, let's eat. I'm tired for a day. I need to rest early.” Though he still cannot determine what the purpose of this person is, and is clearly an expert figure, he prefers to go to a private school to be a teacher, but from his previous subconscious rush to protect students, the inner colour of this person is at least not ugly.

Ning Hun stood there for a moment and finally shrugged his shoulder. He let Ren Bamboo hit his umbrella, then quickly put out the alcohol stove. After he had packed up, he walked to the tent with a small pot. "Go inside and eat. It's still raining outside. ”

And by this time, those two bodyguards had helped Luban quickly set up their tents, and even Luban Ban and his four of them had laid down spaghetti and beef jerky, opened various cans and entered the tent with compressed biscuits. The autumn breeze at night was slight, but it couldn't blow in that lovely, cozy tent.

Ren Zhu glanced around, didn't notice anything abnormal, looked up at the sky, no stars, just clouds, and went into the tent.

By the time he went in, Ning Hun had filled up the noodles in the pan. Ren Bamboo looked at the obviously more noodles in his bowl and laid a layer of ham sausage and salmon fillets. He was slightly stunned. He looked at the bowl in Ning Hun's hand and looked at nothing. It was pathetic.

“Come and eat, it's raining all day, eat some warm stomach while it's hot. I'll cook a few pots of brown sugar ginger soup with those two bodyguards outside for the kids to drink before going to bed, and there will never be a cold tomorrow. ”

When Ren Zhu heard this, he looked even more stunned. He only held up the bowl for half a day. “You brought a lot of ginger?” To be honest, he was just worried that the kids would catch a cold tomorrow, and this guy actually said he was going to cook ginger soup.

Professor Ning finally had a chance: “No, I brought two Chinese medicine bags, just in case it gets cold. How's it going? Isn't it great? ”

This is the third time Professor Ning has heard him complain today. On both previous occasions, he felt that he was mentally retarded. Now, Ren smiled: "Well, great. ”

Ning Hun looked up surprisingly slightly and saw the smiling eyes. At this moment, Ning Hun felt his heart beating, and suddenly wanted to kiss those gentle eyes. But he did.

Ning Hun lowered his head and picked up the noodles. His mouth was rising. He felt that his romantic idiotic symptoms could not improve. He is now like a hairy boy, and he realizes with great clarity that Renbamboo is not as cold or even as cold as he appears to be, which is a very gentle man. Well, although most of them were directed at his students.

“I can't eat so much meat and noodles.” Ning Hun was eating, and a bowl and a pair of chopsticks appeared in his gaze. He raised his head and Ren Bamboo drove a third of the meat and noodles into Ning Hun's bowl with chopsticks. Professor Ning, who has not enjoyed this treatment since he was six years old: "…” Although this seems a little unhygienic, he just feels super happy!

Ning Hun finally laughed. That smile was really handsome. Any teacher who looks at it is a little shaky.

The atmosphere in the tent seemed a little sticky at the time.

“Ren teacher!! ”

Luban Ban suddenly rushed in, and he sneezed and said, "Ben, I think I'm going to catch a cold. What should I do?! ”

Ren Zhufei stood up quickly and turned to Ning Hun: “Cook the medicine. ”

Professor Ning: I analyzed that I had just lost a very good opportunity to do something or say something.

Therefore, after a long time of not feeling the stare of his class director, Lu Xiaofat, as the first of the sixty-eighth class, felt Professor Ning “watching in the shadows”.

Lu Xiaofat:!!!

Feels like IQ, strength, and mental strength are falling wildly! Seems like I'm going to get sick!!

Besides, did his teacher get hit in the head, when did the students in class 68 write their homework? The students in the class, led by Luban Ban, play a game every day with a tablet and form a squad. Except for the learning commissioner and the class leader, the rest of us come to play at all. Under the circumstances, did Ren ask him to write his homework today?

Zhou Lai's expression was weird, he had no idea what to say at this time, and Renzhu, standing opposite him and looking at his face, sounded eccentric. Though it had already been anticipated, in front of him, he was blatantly unaware of his homework, and the children of the 68th class, whether they were future psychopaths or not, should all be cleaned up.

Therefore, Ren Zhu again touched Zhou Lai's dog head with a particularly gentle and focused remark: "Give you ten bucks to go to dinner and then go back to work. Good boy.”

Zhou Lei looked at his class director in horror and couldn't help but say: “Are you out of your mind? ”

Ren Zhu smiled slowly, but no matter what Zhou Lai thought, he felt that the smile was particularly dangerous. “Listen to your teacher and get a little saffron. Go back.”

So Zhou Lai beat a shaky and unconscious turn around and go home honestly. Until he returned to his empty home, he returned to his senses, and a few green faces revealed a tangled expression. He was wondering whether he wanted to write his homework tonight? After a while, looking at the ten dollar note in his hand, Zhou Lai bit his teeth and went back to the house to write his homework.

What was your language assignment today? Oh, review the script in lesson 10. Write four times a script for two words. Tomorrow dictation.

Zhou Lai: “…” Do you really want to write so many assignments? Is he stupid?

Finally, the lights in Zhou Lei's study didn't go out until 11pm. The boy's dreams are frowned upon as if he had some terrible nightmare.

At this time, Renzhu, who had returned to his apartment, could not help but sigh at the rule of the 85-square-meter house. The life before him was a little too monotonous. The only reason to make him feel comfortable is because life is monotonous and unaccompanied, he still has a lot of bank deposits, it is true that the wages are higher than in public schools or private schools, in the future he should not have to worry about his own and quality.

While lying in bed, Ren Bamboo looked at the bear clap of his left hand and kept thinking, according to those messages in his mind today, the kid named Zhou Lai is most likely a perverted homicidal maniac. After all, he was bullied by Bear Fatty. Although he had not seen those bullies with his own eyes, even Bear Fatty dared to beat the teacher. That bullying is definitely not just a small action between ordinary children.

So after Zhou Lai was bullied and his mentality changed, the perverted newspaper became normal, but this idea became uncertain after he saw Zhou Lai this evening —— although the kid seemed a little gloomy and a little apathetic and a little independent, just to see that he was able to follow the hospital with his eyes after he was beaten, and would be proactively worried about him, Ren Bamboo could determine that the kid was still good in nature, and that he could grow into a good kid with more care and care.

Will a teenager like that grow up to be a perverted homicidal maniac? Ren Zhu wrinkled his eyebrows and flashed a little doubt in his elongated eyes. He could see that Zhou Lai's willpower was very good. If Zhou Lai was really a homicidal maniac, what the hell did he go through to become like that? For a while, Ren Zhu felt his brain ache. There are still too few clues. He thought that if the mission fails, he might as well live and die. Ren Teacher decided that he should have more information before talking about it.

Early the next morning, Ren Zhu arrived at the school in a shaky spirit. He was wearing a grey trench coat and the pen was quite elegant. Though his head was covered in white gauze and his left hand was wrapped like a bear's palm, the other teachers who met him were like new acquaintances.

Li Li was still the fastest responder, and she looked at Ren Zhu with some surprise: “Mr. Ren, you look really nice today. Nice outfit! ”

Ren Zhu raised his mouth and nodded somewhat shy: “Thank you very much.” Then check in with your fingerprints.

After he signed in, he turned around and left, but there was already a man standing behind him. The man also wore a trench coat. Obviously, the brand was more expensive and better than his own. The teacher left his mouth open and told himself that it was nothing. There was always a gap between rich and poor. But what made Ren Teacher feel depressed and sad was that this man's trench coat was more expensive than him, even his height was half higher than his head. He looked up slightly and Ren Teacher was in his heart. He said, "Who is it? It turns out it's this creep."

Ren Zhufei lowered his head quickly and was about to leave. He didn't make it.

“Are you a teacher? I'm Ning Hun, the new psychiatric tutor, and I might want to talk to you about your special psychiatric tutoring class of 68. ”