The perfect future of rebirth

Sun Qingfeng quickly finished the phone, went over to Zhao Po.

Zhao Ping live: "When the school is helped, our counselor has made a planning project, and the manufacturer will give us a counselor, she gave me a."

Sun Qingfeng said: "Your counselor can be very generous."

After all, this is not a cheap page player, this year's mobile phone, for ordinary working class, absolutely desirable super luxury goods.

You know, even if the civil servant in the province, the pure income of the year is about 10,000, let them spend thousands of dollars to buy a mobile phone, which is a bit distressed.

"Nothing, if you need, it is called me." Zhao Poked his smile and said to Sun Qingfeng.

Sun Qingfeng this person, although some official fans, but the big festival is not damaged, it is still trusted when it is critical.

And the mouths of the mouth, there must be a dedication, to make the spring silkworm to the dead silk, the wax torch into the bureaucracy and the bureaucracy, and Sun Qingfeng likes to be camp, but he is this person. Because it is born, it is very taking care of the students who are not very good for those families.

"Then I will be welcome." Sun Qingfeng nodded.

I immediately laughed: "Right, you will follow Mr. Wang when you intermanent, you can talk to yourself."

Teacher He said, naturally refers to his wife Wang Xiarong.

Wang Xiarong nodded: "OK, just brought a first two classes now, you will take a look at me for a while."

Zhao Poisheng did not refuse, nodded, but smiled in my heart, turned a circle, actually or in the last life, I made an intern in Wang Xiarong.

I was brought by her last life, but I had a bad feeling very bad at that time, my father didn't get it, and my family was in everything, so it was a mixed day here.

In addition, there is a thing that happened, Zhao Po is here to stay less than a month.

After Wang Xiarong's back, looked at the front swaying body, Huao is a ripening of Zhao Poheng's heart, and it is also swallowed with a mouthful of water at this moment.

Have to say, Wang Xiaorong is not so beautiful, and compared to those gods on the future of the world, she is in charge of seven or eighty points.

But the problem is that her temperament gives her a lot of points, after all, is a teacher, plus the most attractive age of a woman, is really a feeling.

"Fortunately, my queen is not bad." Zhao Poked himself in his heart.

After all, it is not a child. Even if I feel that Wang Xiarong is very good, it is just a simple appreciation, this is a human common problem, for the beautiful things, it will take a silk to see.

It is like women like to watch handsome guys, and men naturally like to see beauty.

But enjoying the appreciation, some things are only far away and can't play.

In the official introduction, Hongqi Middle School is a general primary middle school along the suburbs of Ninghai City. There are 20 teaching classes, more than a thousand students, 50 faculty, including seven senior teachers, 36 intermediate teachers. The school covers an area of ​​50,000 square meters and has more than 3,000 square meters.

Wang Xiaong is now responsible to the class, which is the second sixth class. The whole second school year, a total of nine classes, and the six class belongs to the middle class.

"Because many students' home is nearby, so I am so late, I will start at 6:30, you have time, you can come over." Wang Xiarong came, while introducing Zhao Poles.

Zhao Poked nodded: "Then I will come back early, you don't have to come."

Looking at Zhao Yu live, Wang Xiarong is very satisfied with him so much, although it is a grandson of neighbor, but the rule is a rule, and the intern is used for teachers.

"Hey, Teacher Wang, this is ..." There is a mascor of the hall in the hallway to see Zhao Po.

Wang Xiarong smiled: "This is the interns Xiao Zhao, Ninghai, I am responsible."

"Xiao Zhao, this is Master Ma."

"Ma Teacher Hello."

"Ah, hello, hello."

After several times, the two people have finally come to the door of the first second six.

"Today is a self-study class, the students have no things." Wang Xiaorong turned his head and smiled and said to Zhao Ping.

Zhao Poked nodded, watching in the classroom, many guys in memory are still there, one by one is sitting there, very obviously just seeing yourself and Wang Xiarong.

The students are very quiet. Wang Xiarong felt very face, and Zhao Ping live: "It is a good child, and it is also very obvious."

Zhao Poisheng smiled, he didn't know the virtue of this person in his life, and Zhou Bin, who was sitting in the corner, reading a book, his special book is clearly martial arts. There is also the horse who is sitting on the book is particularly fast, he is definitely a gain.

No way, our last life and these guys have come to a month, and have experienced a lot of things, and Zhao Po is the impression of them, it is too deep.

This is a boy child, and it is still quite powerful, and it is difficult to engage in bear children.

As for Wang Xiarong's words, Zhao Poheng is not believed in half a word. They all say that Jiangshan is easy to change, it is difficult to reborn, and the child is also born.

However, his face is still not moving, aiming at a few of the most talented guys, and there is some expectations in the heart. They will be like it in their lives.

"Tell everyone, this is Zhao Poisheng Zhao teacher, from today, early self-study, with Mr. Zhao accompany you." Wang Xiaolong went to the podium, knocked on the table, the whole class student said: "Zhao The teacher is allocated to the college students in our school, you have any questions, you can ask him, do you know? "

"Know it."

Under the podium, everyone's eyes are concentrated on Zhao Po. It is obvious that everyone is a little curious about Zhao Po.

"Hello, I am Zhao Po. I will come to me, I can come to me, my office and Wang teacher are together." Zhao Poked laughed and said to the students.

They are a teenage child. In his view, these familiar and strange faces are so kind.

After all, these people are carrying some impressive memories.

What's more, Zhao Poheng's eyesight aimed at Wang Xiarong, he is very curious, is this woman, is it like last life? Is it in the wind?