The system invites me to be a teacher

After listening to Confucius and Mencius, Han Qingyun looked very ugly.

When he asked Zhou Qianqian just now, although Zhou Qianqian didn't say it clearly, he had already told him that Confucius and Mencius had the final say about adding people and reducing people.

Now this guy said that he was not in his charge, he was simply shirking.

As the leader of Siwei Middle School, Han Qingyun feels that he can speak a few words with a novice teacher like Confucius and Mencius, which has given him a lot of face.

Let the other party not say humbly and kneel, at least you need to refer to your own words. I didn't expect...

He squinted at Confucius and Mencius, and his words were full of doubts: "Then I don't know who of you can care?"

Confucius and Mencius seemed to have not heard Han Qingyun's changing attitude. He pointed to the students behind him: "Didn't the organizers of this poetry conference have said that all participating students are free to form teams, and they choose to lead the team."

So the students who accept you should be in a team with this classmate Hu Die, and they have the final say."

After listening to Confucius and Mencius, Han Qingyun's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Students form their own teams?Choose to lead the teacher?Are you fooling a ghost?

This National Youth Poetry Competition represents not only individuals, but also the collective honor of the school. How can it be so trivial?

But then Han Qingyun's heart moved, could it be...

Just now because of his anxiety, his words were indeed a little unconsidered, and if he were replaced by himself, he would not rashly agree.

Now that the other party gives the student the right to choose, he may not have the meaning of finding a step down for himself.

In terms of concepts, students and teachers are not the same. As a contestant, who doesn't want their teammates to be strong?

The next classmate Hu Die obviously has no friendship with Zhiyuan's people, so whether to choose a mountain girl of unknown level, or an elite of a famous school, can think of it with his toes.

With strong self-confidence, he smiled and asked: "I don't know which group of yours is still short of people? Can I introduce a classmate to you? You know, in last year's poetry contest, this classmate won the second prize. ."

Speaking of this, Han Qingyun glanced at Zhou Qianqian subconsciously.

Because last year was an individual competition, both the number of winners and the evaluation criteria were much stricter than this year. Although Siwei Middle School was strong, only 6 students won the second prize last year.

In other words, the student he recommended was not the 11th that everyone thought, but the top 6.

Looking at Zhiyuan Middle School, there were only 4 people who got the second prize or higher last year.

According to the concept of the strong team and the weak team, the top 6 of Siwei Middle School enters the Zhiyuan weak team, it is definitely considered to be married and even qualified to be their captain.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, some people in Zhiyuan had already begun to be heartbroken. Han Qingyun was confidently waiting for the result. A student suddenly said: "Kong... Teacher Kong, you just said that everyone can choose their own team. It's true. ?"

Huang Guangming was talking.

As soon as Huang Guangming spoke, Confucius and Mencius immediately knew what he meant.

In the last month's commendation meeting, Huang Guangming's father blatantly challenged Confucius and Mencius in front of the podium, causing the relationship between the two parties to become rigid.

When he was in the hotel, he heard Zhou Qianqian say that Huang Guangming was in his own group, and found it strange. Now, it seems that the grouping at the time was not what Huang meant.

Thinking of this, Confucius and Mencius nodded: "Of course you can choose by yourself, but before that, I want to say that if you only want to leave because of your father, I don't think it is necessary.

You are a student of Zhiyuan and I am a teacher of Zhiyuan. Although you are not in my class, in my heart, we still have a good teacher-student relationship."

Wen Yan Huang Guangming nodded: "Thank you Teacher Kong, but Teacher Zhou is my head teacher, and I am more accustomed to participating in the competition under her leadership."

After speaking, walk directly to Zhou Qianqian's side.

As soon as Huang Guangming left, only Ma Ruoxi, Hu Feng, Long Aotian and Zhen Tiehan were left on Confucius and Mencius.

After seeing the identity of the four, Han Qingyun immediately shocked. Although he did not know Long Aotian and Zhen Tiehan, he knew Ma Ruoxi and Hu Feng well.

Ma Ruoxi was the second place in last year's poetry competition. Although Hu Feng was a little short, he was still in the top ten. Long Aotian and Zhen Tiehan were in a group of two, even if their strength was poor, they were not far behind.

The reason why the second-class scholar in Siwei Middle School did not team up with other Siwei students was not because of his lack of strength, but because of personal factors.

Han Qingyun sent him out, already feeling a little guilty, so he thought about sending him to Zhiyuan's strongest team.

After being rejected by Zhou Qianqian, Han Qingyun had no hope. He didn't expect that someone from Zhiyuan's strong team would take the initiative to withdraw. How can he not be overjoyed?

"Student Ma, presumably you still remember Wang Xuan? It was the one who was eliminated by you last year.

Although the level of Wang Xuan is a little worse than you, I believe that as long as he joins your team, he will definitely play its due role."

Han Qingyun asked Ma Ruoxi but not the others, because in his opinion, with Ma Ruoxi's ability, he must be the recognized captain of their team.

So as long as Ma Ruoxi agrees, things are basically done.

Surprisingly, after listening to his words, Ma Ruoxi shook her head: "Teacher Han, I'm sorry, the selection of our team is not my responsibility."

Han Qingyun never expected Ma Ruoxi to say that. If she didn't lie, it could only prove that the captain of this team was someone else.

Then he looked at Hu Feng again. Ma Ruoxi, a girl who doesn't like to be in charge, is the most likely Hu Feng.

Unexpectedly, Hu Feng shook his head, seeing this, Han Qingyun had to look at the remaining two.

Long Aotian said: "Teacher Han, don't look at it, their captain is me."

"You mean..." Although he didn't understand why this thin little boy could convince the two most famous universities of Zhiyuan, he still asked his doubts.

Long Aotian looked at Han Qingyun, and at the Siwei Middle School team, a boy who kept looking over here, smiled and said: "Congratulations, Teacher Han, I would like to represent the first team in the National Youth Poetry Competition of Zhiyuan Middle School. Classmates... find other participating groups to form a team to express their warm welcome and sincere thanks!"

When Han Qingyun heard Long Aotian's first words, his face immediately showed a confident smile, but this smile was completely stunned before it was fully interpreted on his face.

"what did you say?"

Long Aotian looked at him innocently: "Teacher Han, am I not clear enough? You can take your students and leave now... It's so good to leave or not!"

Han Qingyun: "..."

Watching Han Qingyun leave angrily, Kong and Meng touched his nose and said to Zhou Qianqian: "Teacher Zhou, you won't blame me for rejecting him?"

"Pouch~" Zhou Qianqian, who had been silent just now, suddenly smiled, "Teacher Kong, I didn't expect the twists and turns that you can refuse even if you refuse, like antelope hanging horns, there is no trace to be found."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Zhou Qianqian smiled and said: "I forgot to tell you one point just now. Although we have the same name as Siwei Middle School, we are more competitive.

Just like Yang Ziwen I just mentioned, he was the champion of last year's poetry contest, and Ruoxi was in his hands.

Let their people join our team, let alone you did not agree, even if you agree, I will find a reason to refuse."

After finishing speaking, she smiled and grabbed Lin Zhi's hand and said, "Mr. Lin, you and Hu Die are welcome to join us, and hope that we can achieve better results through cooperation!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Looking at Zhou Qianqian who was smiling, thinking of her enthusiastic conversation with Han Qingshan just now, how could there be the slightest sense of hostility?

It is said that women are fickle, but this is too fickle, right?