The system invites me to be a teacher

"Hello!" Kong and Meng responded with a smile.

It is different from the second grade (1) class on the first floor, and the second grade (6) class is on the third floor.

Although there is a gap, since the offices of both sides are on the second floor, it is not far-fetched to say that it is a neighbor.

Confucius and Mencius went up and down on the first and second floors, and of course had an impression of such a young and beautiful beauty.

It's just that as soon as he came to Zhiyuan, he was very busy, and he was a big man who started talking with strange beauties for no reason, which would always make people think about plotting bad things, so he kept silent.

"Hey... Teacher Kong, can I ask you a question?"

Confucius and Mencius did not take the initiative to talk to each other, but Zhou Qianqian was very enthusiastic.

"of course."

"Excuse me, about the "Encourage Learning", which is Zhiyuan's current school motto, did you use it temporarily or did you draft it in advance?"

"Uh..." Kong and Meng was taken aback, but he didn't know how to answer.

Since the Recruitment Office publicized "Encourage Learning" on the school bulletin board, many people have asked him privately.

Confucius and Mencius was a little proud at first, then gradually became numb, and finally became ashamed.

This article was originally copied by him, and he brazenly admitted it once or twice. As a result, he said every day that he almost...thinks that this is his own work.

"Actually... I just wrote it like that, you can just read it, don't take it seriously."

"Really?" Zhou Qianqian looked at Confucius and Mencius curiously with big eyes, "Teacher Kong, I used to think you are the kind of knowledgeable workaholic, but I didn't expect you to be humorous and not lose to any comedy master in the world. "

"what?"

Confucius and Mencius are still in a sluggish state, Zhou Qianqian has already changed the subject, "Mr. Kong, since you are so talented, the students who have been taught will definitely not be bad..."

Her voice is getting sweeter and sweeter, her pretty face is full of little stars, like a little fan.

"That's not necessarily!" Just as Kong and Meng was about to speak, another male teacher next to him spoke.

Confucius and Mencius froze for a moment. The male teacher was in his thirties, sitting quietly on his desk, with a strong smell of books.

After thinking about it, Confucius and Mencius rationally chose to remain silent.

Luo Hao couldn't pursue Xie Meixuan. Instead of thinking about himself, he and the passerby were torn apart, so that the two people who had met and forgotten in the rivers and lakes suddenly had a lot of unpleasant intersections.

Confucius and Mencius is a teacher. He only wants to teach well in Zhiyuan. If possible, he is absolutely unwilling to intervene in other people's affairs as a "third party".

Is this kind of relationship between this male teacher and Zhou Qianqian?

Being confused, Zhou Qianqian smiled and said, "Teacher Kong, you don't even know Teacher Deng, do you? He teaches second grade (2)!"

"It turned out to be Teacher Deng, I'm really sorry."

Confucius and Mencius immediately remembered the identity of the other party.

Deng Yun, the class teacher and Chinese teacher of the second grade (2) class, is also a star teacher of Zhiyuan Middle School, just like himself.

Speaking of this person, it is also a legend.

As mentioned above, one person broke the scholarship record of Zhiyuan Middle School and received 280,000 bonuses alone. In fact, he was talking about him.

Deng Yun came to Zhiyuan for a long time, but he has always been just a little-known Chinese teacher, working nine to five every day, a standard soy sauce party.

Eight years passed in this way, just when everyone thought he had been like this in his life, the former head teacher of the second grade (2) class suddenly resigned.

It is obvious to all that the pay of the class teacher at Zhiyuan Middle School is high. If you are concerned about seniority, you can never get him.

Unexpectedly, shortly after the head teacher left, Zhiyuan's board of directors suddenly came over for a surprise inspection.

It turns out that although the situation in this class is not as exaggerated as the second grade (1), it is also the bottom of the second grade.

The vice chairman of the board of directors who led the team was directly angry and demanded that Zhiyuan's senior management must improve the teaching quality of the class within half a year.

The boss of the board of directors said that the leaders of Zhiyuan School instantly jumped up and down, and the bloody steamed steamed buns that everyone had robbed had turned into stinky dung.

So no matter how Liu Yi persuades, no one dares to take over.

No way, he had to throw the ball to the obedient Deng Yun.

Liu Yi's requirements for Zheng Yun are not high, as long as the second grade (2) of senior high school is no longer the second-to-last in half a year.

This is easy to say, but not so difficult to do.

The average grades of the second grade (2) class are not even worse than other classes!

Just as everyone was waiting to see Deng Yun's jokes, an astonishing scene appeared.

After becoming a class teacher, Mr. Deng changed his original style of painting and managed the class drastically.

For example, he divided the students in the second grade (2) class into three, six or nine grades, and students at each level were treated differently.

Especially for the poorest students in the last class, the high-pressure policy went straight up.

Deng Yun personally assigned them a massive amount of study tasks, dragged them to the office to supervise them, and would not be allowed to sleep at night.

When he stayed with these students for three consecutive nights, everyone took it.

The second grade of high school (2) also changed the original loose and free style.

There is no way if you don’t learn. Playing games all night is cool and dying, and doing homework all night is really dying.

The results are also very gratifying. In the first monthly exam of the second grade (2), it changed from the second to last to the third positive. By the middle of the term, the first place would have nothing to do with other classes.

Later, Luo Hao tried to use Deng Yun’s method to manage the second grade (1) class. Unfortunately, the students in the second grade (1) were far from the same as those in the second grade (2). Doomed to fail.

...

"Teacher Deng, I've been admiring your name for a long time!" Kong and Meng stood up hurriedly, his voice extremely sincere.

He said that, and he thought so in his heart. Compared with himself who has a system and traverse, this talent is really capable.

And what Confucius and Mencius admire most is this kind of capable person.

As for what he thought about Zheng Yun and Zhou Qianqian, there was no relationship.

Zhou Qianqian is single, and Zheng Yun's children are in elementary school.

Deng Yun didn't expect Confucius and Mencius to be so enthusiastic, and the honest people were a little embarrassed: "Teacher Kong, don't get me wrong, what I said is not necessarily, and I definitely don't mean to belittle your ability to teach students.

It's just that there is a gradual process of learning. You have been in Zhiyuan for less than 20 days. Even if you want to teach, you can't teach much.

However, I believe that as long as we persevere, the grades of the second grade (1) are definitely the fastest improvement in the whole year, and it is not impossible to exceed (2)."

Confucius and Mencius laughed: "Mr. Deng is really humble. I never thought that class (1) can surpass class (2). As long as they have one-third of the level of class (2), I can wake up in dreams. "

Zhou Qianqian laughed at the side and listened to the two of them, and finally smiled: "I said you two star teachers of Zhiyuan, can you not be so humble, otherwise how can I live a rookie?"

Confucius and Mencius and Deng Yun looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

Because they all see the same thing in each other's eyes.

"Yeah? The result of the draw came out, Teacher Kong, Teacher Deng, what did you draw?" Zhou Qianqian suddenly excited.

Like other schools, Zhiyuan's marking work is implemented by an electronic lottery system.

One person, one category, change what you get.

Confucius and Mencius clicked to check, and saw that it read "Writing famous articles and famous sentences"!

"Teacher Kong, you are so lucky!" Zhou Qianqian's eyes were filled with sympathy immediately.

The ancient poems that students write silently in "Memories and Famous Sentences" require students to write well in one word, and they are extremely demanding on the critics.

Confucius and Mencius didn't care very much. There are difficult and easy ways to mark papers, so why would one be easy to draw?

Besides, there is system blessing, no matter how difficult it is, it will not affect him much.

After Zhou Qianqian finished speaking, she said: "I don't know what I smoked. God bless you, don't write composition, don't write composition...Amitabha bless, open!

……I%*#@, the nightmare has come true."