The system invites me to be a teacher

Room 304 on the third floor.

This is the address provided by Long Aotian.

Confucius and Mencius came up the stairs without any hesitation, he knocked directly on the door.

It took a long time before a well-dressed face looked through the crack of the door, and his voice was clear: "Who are you looking for?"

I don't know if it is an illusion, Confucius and Mencius always thought that the voice was a little creaky.

He gave a smile that he thought was very polite: "Beauty, do you have one of you named Zheng Mao..."

Cang Dang!

The door was pulled open directly, revealing the whole picture of the person. Confucius and Mencius heard the other party shout in an extremely angry voice: "Who is called a beautiful woman? Who is called a beautiful woman? They are pure men!"

Confucius and Mencius: "???"

He frowned. This line... Isn't it familiar?

Confucius and Mencius finally began to look at each other carefully.

The graceful face, graceful chest, graceful clothing, if it weren't for this person not wearing a Scottish skirt, he would think it was a small loss.

The only difference between the two is that this person is more like a woman, including the voice.

If you don't say anything, he guesses he can't tell the gender of this stuff now.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it." Kong and Meng apologized very sincerely.

The man didn't appreciate it, he waved his hand, and continued to squeeze his voice: "Come with me, it's annoying!"

Confucius touched his nose, helplessly following behind him.

What surprised Confucius and Mencius was that Room 304 was much larger than he thought, and the visual space was no less than 200 square meters.

The decoration inside is also very rock style, surrounded by dark-colored character wallpapers, and a stage in the middle, surrounded by cameras, lights and various musical instruments, is full of visual impact.

A tall, shaggy girl with half a belly button was standing in the center of the stage. The six boys behind her stood scattered, tight clothes neatly.

Suddenly, the world's best music sounded, and the girl's body swayed quickly with the rhythm, showing youth and vitality to the fullest.

On the contrary, the boys behind her are much worse, their movements are crooked and very irregular, and two people almost collided together.

The "pure man" who opened the door to Confucius and Mencius immediately ran over to turn off the music with a bang, then shouted:

"What are you doing? What are you doing? How many times have I told you, with heart, with snacks! How many times have I taught? As a result, even the most basic beats are still not accurate."

The boys being trained looked at each other and at the same time the two in front.

One of them said: "Teacher Jia, originally we jumped well, but they walked around and led us away."

"Pure men" became even more angry after hearing this: "They took you off track? If you pass the level, let alone the person next to you, even if the sky falls, you can't go wrong..."

Confucius and Mencius didn't expect this fellow to return to his mother, but he was unambiguous at the least when he trained him. He reluctantly stopped until he condemned the six as three grandsons.

The girl in the front hurriedly smiled: "Teacher Jia, I'm really sorry, these two are my classmates, because A Sheng and A Li have something to do today, so I temporarily pulled them to charge."

"Pure man" waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, then suddenly remembered something, pointed at Confucius and Mencius, "Aim, this person is looking for you."

The girl looked at Confucius and Mencius, then frowned: "What is it for me? I don't know you, right?"

Confucius and Mencius said: "Are you Zheng Mao? I am your new head teacher. Xiaolong...Huh, how about people?"

He turned his head and wanted Long Aotian to help confirm it, but the result was empty behind him. How could there be Long Aotian's shadow?

The girl is naturally Zheng Mao.

She did not doubt the identity of Confucius and Mencius, but waved her hand: "I am very busy now, no matter who you are, please leave immediately."

Kong and Meng's face sank: "What are you up to? You are a student now, and the most important thing is to go to school."

As he said, he looked at the two boys closest to Zheng Mao: "Cheng Congcong, Cheng Mingming, I will see you in the classroom at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming are twins. They obviously don't have the courage of Zheng Mao to be afraid of the teacher, and they are busy lowering their heads and dare not speak.

Zheng Mao saw that Confucius and Mencius actually reprimanded himself, and his pretty face became gloomy: "What the girl wants to do, it's not your turn to be nosy."

Behind the sofa not far from the crowd, a mobile phone camera was sneaking out.

It turned out that when Confucius and Mencius entered the room, Long Aotian took advantage of people's attention and ran behind the sofa.

It was not that he deliberately concealed Confucius and Mencius, but was broadcast live. Naturally, the more concealed, the more real the better.

Sure enough, all the students in the group became excited after knowing Long Aotian's intentions.

"Ms. Kong just knocked on the door and went in? It was really direct."

"Who is this girl? Ai sister's new music teacher? She has enough personality!"

"Oh, pinch it up, who do you think can win?"

"Of course it is for sister, as long as her grandmother doesn't hurt her uncle's bad temper, Teacher Kong can't hold on for long."

"That's not necessarily true, I am optimistic about Teacher Kong."

"Why?"

"Why, Teacher Kong is so handsome!"

"……anthomaniac!"

"Cut, you care about me..."

Of course Confucius and Mencius didn't know the movements of the class group. After hearing Zheng Mao's words, his face became completely black.

"I am your teacher and the second guardian besides your parents. Why can't I control if you skip class privately?

Also, look at yourself. What does it look like to indulge in these messy things every day?"

Unexpectedly, after saying this, Zheng Ai didn't say anything yet, and the "pure man" next to him was not happy.

"Hey, kid, what's a mess? What's a bad job? I'm art, do you understand art?"

Looking at the spit stars spouting from the opponent's mouth, Confucius and Mencius backed away two steps calmly: "Art? Are you??"

"I, Jia Tiehan, is a music instructor who is aimed at!"

Confucius and Mencius frowned: "Jia Tiehan? We have a guy named Zhen Tiehan in our class, do you know him?"

"What Zhen Tiehan? My surname is Jia, Xibeijia, I will not change my surname in ten years!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

He didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, turned his head to Zheng Ai, "If you really like music, you can wait for private lessons after school.

In the future, I can’t control how you are, but in high school, the most important tasks are those of foreign language, mathematics, physics and chemistry."

Seeing that he had been ignored, Zhen Tiehan jumped three feet high: "What does it mean to come to a private lesson after school? What is the most important thing to be a student of physics and chemistry outside of language? You can tell me clearly!"

Seeing this guy bouncing around in front of him, Confucius and Meng glared at him: "The number of languages ​​is not important? Then why do schools offer these classes? Physics and chemistry are not important? Then why should everyone go to school?"

"You..." Jia Tiehan obviously didn't expect the Confucius and Mencius language to be so sharp, and he trembled with anger, "No matter how powerful these subjects are, they cannot be compared with music."

"Really? Tell me about your reasons?" Kong and Meng laughed at the humor. It was the first time he heard someone say that music is more important than language. Could it be that the music class at school was not occupied by the main subject teacher? Ever?

And he also wanted to understand that to persuade Zheng Mao, maybe it is a good way to defeat her teacher first.Although defeating a female gun is nothing to brag about.

Jia Tiehan spread his hands: "This still needs a reason? Whether one thing is important, of course it depends on its own value. I ask you, how much do you charge for a class for students?"

Confucius and Mencius was taken aback, is this more than anyone else?

He did not answer, but instead asked: "How much do you spend for a class?"

Jia Tiehan sighed: "1800, how about it? Did it scare you?

It's not that I said you, a little teacher like you, who worked so hard for thousands of dollars a month, but grabbed two to five to eighty thousand dollars. Who would he show him?"