The next day, Lao Liao got up early, changed his clothes, looked at the mirror constantly, muttering to himself: "This outfit is still suitable, it is solemn in the trend, and it is not without youthful vitality." He chose a tie to tie it, comb his hair, sprayed a thin layer of hair spray, carefully shaved the slag, and polished the leather shoes very brightly. He was completely new in the mirror, full of bookish spirit, and there was no decadent and slutty like before? He was clearly a young man who was studious, motivated and polite.

I arrived at school very early and kept thinking about it repeatedly, "What should I say to them in my first class? I don't need to memorize the text anymore. Both parties should know each other well for the first time when I met, so that the children can fully understand my determination to lead them to work hard... This seems too hypocritical, right? I should try to be more natural and not let them see that I am still a novice."

The school is divided into three grades, with six classes each year, with nearly one thousand students. You cannot leave school at will during lunch break, and you can go home at night. Students who live far away from the school can apply for accommodation in the school at night, with a special dormitory building and canteen. There are three classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon, each class is one hour, and there are fifteen minutes of rest. There are also gymnastics before formal class. Students must go to the playground to arrange their exercises in a row.

I carefully looked at the course schedule for Class 2 in the second year. In the morning, the first section was mathematics and the second section was Chinese. He still had an hour to prepare.

There were also a large group of teachers who had no classes in the morning, playing cards, smoking, and drinking tea. Everyone's leisurely posture, Jiang Feng, who corrected homework quickly, Song Yuhao, who looked at the lesson plan at a glance, and Yu Dinglou, who didn't have to think about writing documents, all gave him great excitement. Perhaps, these experiences require time to accumulate. Liao Xuebing turned to think: "I have strengths and weaknesses. I am not good at teaching, but if I ask them to collect protection fees, can they collect them?"

The bell of the second class finally rang, and Lao Liao's mind was blank for a moment and quickly returned to normal: "Teaching a bunch of kids a lesson is not to be nervous. What a big scene I have never seen? Like other salesmen, plumbers are all the same jobs? Besides, isn't it a good thing to show off in front of more than 40 people? I'm a teacher, they are students, and they should be the ones who are nervous."

I picked up the roster and Chinese textbooks and walked to the fourth floor. There was no one in the aisle. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and coughed suddenly, trying to shock the students' nerves and give them a warning.

"Hey? Teacher Zhao, isn't this Chinese class?" Liao Xuebing looked at Teacher Zhao, an inexplicable geography class on the podium.

"Teacher Liao, Class 2 is next door, and I am taking Class 3 class." Teacher Zhao looked at the course schedule and said.

Amid the students' laughter, Liao Xuebing withdrew with embarrassment, and his full aura was gone. If it weren't for the fact that the bottom of society had been staying for a long time and was accustomed to ridicule and scolding, he wouldn't be able to stand it.

He still has the rash behavior unique to young people. He should be calmer and more solemn and solemn. Yes, there should be no expression on his face, just like a mahjong whiteboard, so that he can be called a role model. He carefully confirmed the sign at the door of the classroom of Class 2, sorted out his clothes, straightened his back, pushed open the door, and walked onto the podium with a light pace. At this moment, Lao Liao's psychology seemed to be walking into the podium of the Nobel Prize for Literature, feeling, nervousness, hypocrisy, satisfaction, and compassion were all reflected in the slightly messy steps.

What was beyond Liao Xuebing's surprise was that the students did not make noise and quarrel. The indoor cleaning was very clean, the windows were clear and spotless, the tables were arranged neatly and orderly, and the tender faces looked at him quietly with expectation and desire.

Liao Xuebing looked around, put his hands on his back and shouted, "Class."

The students stood up and bowed to him, shouting, "Hello teacher!" They sat down after getting permission. There was no noise in between, and no one looked around and whispered.

This...is this really the legendary death class? Why do I feel like I'm in heaven?

"Students, starting today, I am your new head teacher and Chinese teacher." Liao Xuebing wrote his name on the blackboard, "I'm very happy to meet you energetic young people."

There was warm applause in the classroom.

Liao Xuebing almost burst into tears, as if he had returned to high school thirteen years ago. At that time, the students always greeted the new teacher with the most sincere heart. "Damn, all the death class is scared me. Do the teachers in this school like pranks? Qiu Daqi recommended a good class to me with a cold face, which is rare! And the principal, it is not in vain to teach him a love theory class!"

"Students, in order to give us teachers and students a deep understanding of each other and promote future learning, I will now start calling the name. Please stand up and introduce yourself briefly. Let's start," he turned to the first page of the roster: "An Chunchun."

A girl with a tall figure stood up in the back seat, and smiled a little shyly, saying, "My name is An Chunchun. I am sixteen years old this year. I like to draw and sing. My special subjects are physics and mathematics. Thank you everyone." Good guy, he is so tall, at least 1.75 meters tall. Unfortunately, his breasts are a little smaller and his face lines are still tender. Old Liao looked through her score sheet, with 64 points in physics and 81 points in mathematics. Is this also called a special subject?

"Bei Xiaodan."

"My name is Bei Xiaodan. My favorite snacks. My current goal is to lose weight below 90 kilograms. I hope the teacher will supervise me more!" He is a slim girl, her slender figure seems to be blown down by the wind. No, I still want to lose weight? Are you working hard to diet for the great famine in Africa?

"Chen Younian."

A handsome but very thin boy stood up and said with a smile: "My name is Chen Younian, teacher, which star do you like? I love Baiyoucheng the most, he is so handsome..." Someone whispered: "Flower Crazy, sit down quickly, don't be ugly."

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"Su Feihong."

"Haha, I'm Su Feihong." After saying that, I sat down. The girl looked timid and looked a little disdainful, and she didn't even look at the podium.

Everyone has different personalities and can't ask them to be respectful to themselves. Liao Xuebing comforted himself. After clicking the name, seven people were missing, namely Zhong Bai and Shen Zhihui, etc. There was no leave note from them in the folder. "Who can tell me what the seven students who missed classes did?"

"Report to the teacher, Zhong Bai's grandmother is seriously ill. His family is poor. He has to take care of his grandmother every day and work in a fast food restaurant. Teacher, please forgive him this time." The person who stood up and spoke was Cui Zheng, the original class leader. His fair face showed sadness. "Shen Zhihui has not come to class this week, and I don't know why. There are several other students, who have many reasons, please forgive me."
Chapter completed!