The system invites me to be a teacher

The class group of Grade 2 (1) also exploded.

"Fuck, what did I see? Teacher Kong can actually sing!"

"A Chinese teacher who understands music asks you if you are afraid?"

"He not only understands music, but also mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, biology... it seems that there is nothing he does not understand."

"Tell you a piece of news, Teacher Kong has just graduated from an ordinary three colleges."

"What do you mean?"

"What else do you mean, a graduate with three colleges, if he doesn't have the ability, can he pass the old Liu?"

"It makes sense..."

At the end of the song, Confucius and Mencius stood up.

Seeing everyone's sluggish eyes, he smiled lightly and walked straight to the door.

As if thinking of something, at the moment he opened the door, he suddenly turned his head and said to the three of Zheng Mao: "There will be class tomorrow morning at eight. You are not allowed to be late."

After Confucius and Mencius had gone for a long time, everyone recovered.

Seeing Zheng Mao's eyes slowly changing from intoxication to firmness, Jia Tiehan said: "Zheng Mao, have you decided?"

Zheng Ai nodded and bowed to the other party: "I'm sorry, Teacher Jia, I guess I won't have time to listen to your class in the future."

Jia Tiehan waved his hand: "It's okay. Although the guy surnamed Kong is very annoying, but I have to say that he is still a little capable. You must learn from him and you must be more promising than following me.

When I was willing to teach you, I was moved by your attachment and didn't want to waste a good seed."

Zheng Mao bowed again: "...thank you!"

Confucius and Mencius walked fast and lightly on the road.

The plan tonight can be said to be very successful.

The success this time is not only persuading Zheng Mao to return, but also his understanding of the teacher's responsibilities.

A hundred kinds of rice raise a hundred kinds of people, each student is unique, and the corresponding education methods cannot be one size fits all.

For example, Zheng Mao, since she is so obsessed with music, why must she kill?

Blocking is worse than sparse, as long as academic performance does not fall, it is a good thing to develop in other areas!

"Teacher, wait...wait for me!"

An angry kick sounded from behind, it was Long Aotian.

Confucius and Mencius asked angrily: "Where did you go?"

Long Aotian shook the phone and said in a slightly more even tone of voice: "Straight...live, teacher, you are really amazing. Now the students in the class are all convinced and admired for you. In class tomorrow, be steady. Up."

Confucius and Mencius nodded, and then he asked in confusion: "That Zheng Mao is very obedient, why do you say that she is the most difficult to convince among the four?"

He originally thought Zheng Mao was a kind of perverted, dissatisfied little elder sister, but when I saw him today, no matter what he said, he was very polite and decent. Even if he refuted himself, he was well-founded and well-informed. In comparison, she is more like a big sister next door.

Long Aotian rolled his eyes without angrily: "Observe? That means you really understand music. You don't know how other teachers are angry with her."

"Oh no?"

"Why not? Teacher Luo Hao also came here to look for her some time ago, politely speaking, showing facts and reasoning, and reprimanding, anyway, all methods were used, but she was blasted out.

Sister Ai said that she was willing to endure hardships, be polite, bold and generous, otherwise she would not be the eldest sister in the class because she was too persistent in music.

Teacher Kong, you molested Jia Niangpao just now. Without that song "I Believe", the end would definitely be worse than Teacher Luo!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Shaking his head, he asked, "Didn't you say that there are three other people besides Zheng Mao? Go, take me to find them."

Long Aotian was taken aback: "Huh? It's enough to persuade Sister Ai today. Should they come back another day?"

Confucius and Mencius shook his head: "No, the iron must be hot. Every day they are outside, the gap between them and the students in other classes will widen by one day. Time waits for no one."

"but……"

"No but, lead the way!"

"Ok!"

Long Aotian turned around and came to an alley entrance.

Confucius and Mencius saw a line of words made up of small red lights, hung on the left door frame at will: The End Internet Cafe!

Long Aotian introduced: "This is the resident den of the gunman Bai Yang. If you want to find him, you don't even need to call on his cell phone. It's not a mistake to come here."

Confucius and Mencius asked: "Why is his nickname called the Gunner?"

Long Aotian smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out after you go in."

Confucius and Mencius stopped talking nonsense and pushed the door directly.

Contrary to Confucius and Mencius's expectation, the environment of the terminal Internet cafe was much better than he expected, at least without the dull and smoky smell of ordinary Internet cafes.

Walking past the rows of displays, Long Aotian pointed in one direction.

Confucius and Mencius saw a thin teenager sitting in a corner with a keyboard in his left hand and a mouse in his right hand, staring at the screen intently.

The field of view on the screen is a gun with a strange shape in both hands. An inexplicable sense of familiarity fills Confucius and Mencius' hearts. Is this...crossing the line of fire?

As if to confirm his conjecture, the boy controlled the game character to move forward quickly through the keyboard.

There is a corner ahead, there are enemies!

boom--

Seeing the other party's operation, Kong and Meng was a little dumbfounded.

He saw at the end of the screen, a game character with different clothes seemed to have just braved his head, and he shot here, and with only one shot, there was no movement on the other side of the screen.

Two seconds later, the number of kills in the lower right corner here shows +1!

Bang bang bang--

Continuous gunfire sounded, the number of kills was +1, +1, +1 again!

Damn, Confucius and Mencius finally understood why this guy was called a gunman.

This marksmanship is almost no friends.

And he shot very quickly, sometimes Confucius and Mencius were too late to react, the person on the other side was already dead.

But just when Confucius and Mencius thought that this guy would kill the Quartet, one person singled out a group, a window suddenly popped up on the screen:

Someone initiated a vote.

Purpose: kick people

Reason: perspective plug-in, firearm plug-in, wall plug-in, automatic aiming plug-in...

Support votes: 1, 2, 3……29.

Negative votes: 1

The window disappeared quickly, and a message popped up:

Sorry, by voting, you will be forced to withdraw from the room. This voting will not have any bad record of your record, and your bad record will not be added due to bad withdrawal.

Then, then there is no more.

"Damn, I didn't hang up!" Bai Yang threw the mouse on the table angrily, and then yelled.

Long Aotian walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Bai, calm down, isn't it normal for you to be kicked? If you can finish the game with 30 players like this, I will cover the internet bill next month."

"Xiaolong, why are you here?"

"It's not just me, Teacher Kong is also there, you kid, don't hurry up and bow down and bow!"

Bai Yang only noticed Confucius and Mencius. He lazily greeted: "Hello Teacher Kong, are you going to take me to class?"

Confucius and Mencius didn't expect this kid to be more direct than himself, and he didn't talk nonsense: "Today there are 22 students in the second grade (1) class, but there is no you. I hope you will show up in class tomorrow."

Long Aotian quickly added in a low voice: "Did you watch the live broadcast just now? Teacher Kong has already conquered sister Ai."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Why does this sound so ambiguous?

Bai Yang was also visibly stunned: "Sister Ai? Then...well, I will go to class tomorrow."