Class Teacher System

If you see a burglar, don't be impatient, you'll see a new text in a day!

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 if 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 one word four times in groups of 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 thing that can make him feel comfortable is that he still has a lot of savings in his bank because his life is monotonous and unaccompanied. It is true that his salary is higher than in public schools or private schools. In the future, he will not have to worry about his own and quality.

While lying in bed, Len 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, and that bullying was 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. ”

Ren Zhu really wanted to go straight away at this time, but IQ told him this was not possible. He nodded his head and waited beside him until Ning Hun pressed his fingerprints. The two walked towards the classroom one after the other.

Ning Hun followed Renbamboo and found the person in front interesting. He can already be sure that this person is definitely not as cowardly and introverted as the school rumors say. Just the kind of cheerful and comfortable gesture he had when he walked into the campus today, he can be sure that this is a fairly confident and even somewhat proud person.

Ah, he just happened to see Ren Bamboo walking into the school door, definitely not snooping around.

Ren Zhu walked in front of him and felt his back was about to be stared out of a hole. As a result, this made the teacher even more irritable when he wasn't feeling well. So, the moment Bamboo walked into class 68, the kind of "I'm so upset right now that you're all quiet as a chicken" breath that was emitting around him instantly deterred more than 40 teenage girls who were joking.

Almost instinctively, just gathered in a group of joking girls, all of whom shut their mouths and quickly returned to their seats to sit down, while the boys in the hugging game were hiding their tablets in the desk unexpectedly at the moment they saw the blackness, standing on the podium of any bamboo, as if they had been found stealing a chicken as a weasel, a coward and an ugly one.

On the last day of September, the head teacher stood on the podium and nodded slightly satisfied as the bear children in the class were quiet as chickens.

Then he said, "Well, check your homework before class. Take out your homework books. ”

…………………………

Nearly three minutes after a terrible silence, Luban, the head of a bear child who somehow concealed his tablet, fell into his book and stood up and yelled at heaven and earth, “Are you out of your mind? Who the hell are you? ”

As a result, everyone in the class, including Professor Ning, who was holding his shoulder outside the door and watching the noise, saw a cold smile from the head of the class.

Then the sky began to leach and rain in autumn. The time points to 12: 30 p.m., and they have traveled a third of the way at an even speed.

“Well, there is a maple pavilion built, we can all bring our own dry food and lunch boxes. Everyone can sit in the pavilion and share the food together. I know that Luban Ban's mother made her sushi meal herself, all made with fresh salmon and shrimp, and it must taste good.” Ren Zhu smiled and betrayed Luban Ban. The latter was particularly rich in the face of my family. I ate very well. If you want to eat, come and please my expression. Even if he had saffron oil on his hands and face and bandages, that didn't affect his dessert.

Everyone laughed and a few of Luban's followers hurried off to prepare good food. After that, Ren Bamboo directly lit out the food prepared by at least five other children in the class, and shocked the five children directly up their heads:

“Teacher! How do you know what I do is barbecue? ”

“Old Ben! You told me about my pickled fish? When did you see my lunch box? ”

“Teacher Ren, I do bring red rib rice, but how do you know? ”

“And my sugar and vinegar ridge! ”

“My seafood egg fried rice came out? ”

Suddenly, the teenagers in the class looked at their class director in surprise and confusion. When they saw the class director cough gently, they laughed and said, "I can smell it. You were all close to me when you went up the mountain. ”

All the kids in the class suddenly opened their eyes, Lu Xiaofat was the first to stand up: “I don't believe you, Ben. You're so good! Smell it, and you can smell it? Must have been our parents telling you what they had in place, huh? ”

Lu Xiaofat's words resonated with everyone, even Zhou Lai looked at Ren Zhu with suspicious eyes.

Among all those present, Professor Ning, who believed that Ren teacher could smell food only with his nose, was the only one standing beside him to hold his shoulder and smile, but he watched Ren Bamboo sniff his nose slightly along the way. He just thought he was sniffing fresh air in the mountain forest, and as a result...

Professor Ning said he had come to the conclusion that "a teacher is a very nosy food”.

Ming Ming's face is serious and looks like Jun Mei Ling is also a totally unrounded type, but think about how this action is so cute?

Professor Ning was caught in his imagination, and the teacher over there had begun the "Sniff the Food” campaign with the eyes the whole class was looking forward to. Teacher Ren said that he only brought three packets of instant bread and one packet of ham sausage up the mountain, and he didn't bring anything good to eat, so he was going to eat the whole class. As long as he smelled the right box of food, he had to have a chopstick dish, so he was the biggest millionaire.

Kids' hip-hop laughs all indicate that they must attend the event, no one believes that their old class actually has such a sensitive nose, and that a strong, dark-skinned kid is there holding his dining box hey hey straight smile, his face is about to look good.

In the laughter of the class, Ren approached the strong Niu Zhuang classmate without having to smell the lunch box. He raised his eyebrows directly: “I can't believe you guys like stinky tofu, or the standard Wuhan stinky tofu. I thought you particularly liked red roast meat. Strong? ”

In a flash, all the students in the whole pavilion laughed and the cow grew strong and swollen: “I like to eat stinky tofu. What's wrong?! I can eat three bowls a meal!” Everyone laughed louder, then Bull was strong and said: “It must be my stinky tofu smell, I don't believe you can smell the other lunch boxes! ”

This phrase was a good way to divert people's goals, so a lot of children were racing to get their lunch boxes in front of the class director they were afraid of on weekdays, and the teacher was very dignified to make them sit in line and start sniffing lunch boxes one at a time.

“Well, wuhan duck neck, right? It tastes so spicy, you can eat it. ”

“Standard homemade egg fried rice, definitely a lot of eggs. And a little shallot. ”

“This is the taste of curry, curry chicken rice? Nice.”

“Oh, there's another red roast meat, but it smells a little sweet. ”

“Is this a fried fish chunk? There are other fried goods, remember to drink more water later, it's greasy. ”

“Serve soup doll dishes, girls should eat more meat, vegetarian is not enough. ”

“Hot dry noodles! Hey, the sesame sauce is thick! ”

In the ancient ancient kitchen, Ren teacher wears a light grey trench coat with a gentle smile on his face, walking in front of every child in his class, lowering his head and gently shrugging his nose, can immediately and accurately say what is in the lunch box held by the child. When he says the correct answer, the child in front of him opens his lunch box with a cheer and a smile, revealing perhaps delicious or simple dishes, and then lets the children in the rear look forward to the teacher's arrival. Even the autumn rain outside the pavilion brings a layer of chills that cannot resist the lively and cheerful atmosphere in the pavilion.

Two of the following security brothers had never seen such a teacher, and both had a surprising and incredible look. Soon, however, they were infected by the smiles and laughter of the children. Two nine-foot men looked at their serious faces and revealed a slightly less beautiful smile.

Ning Hun leaned on the red pillar of the pavilion and looked at the scene with a distorted head. Then he did not hesitate to pick up his phone and record the scene. He felt that such a scene would surely keep him in mind for a long time, and that he would be treated as a cure for some disgusting people after they had completed psychological counseling.

After the teacher successfully guessed everyone's box of rice and filled one of his large bowls from each child's lunch box, he turned around proudly as if the battle had won. He raised his eyebrows to Professor Ning, who was still happily recording:

“Did you bring dinner? You want me to smell it? Without it, if you say something nice, I'll split you a packet of noodles. ”

Professor Ning thinks it's not a bowl of rice now. Even if the person in front of him asks for a bowl of gold rice, he can pull it out without hesitation!