Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

"Quick read, let everyone appreciate it."

Reluctantly, Lu Chen took the test paper from Lu Ze and began to read it in a weak mosquito-like voice.

"I once blew the wind..."

"I once blew the east wind. The east wind blew from outside the campus to the campus, and from downstairs to upstairs. The sound made people can't help but recall, woo woo woo... woo woo woo... . woo woo woo woo woo (there are countless woo here)."

"I also blew the west wind. It was the westerly wind of the ancient west wind and thin horse. Compared with the east wind, the west wind was gentler, whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr There are countless calls here)."

"I have also blown the south wind, the south wind is the most violent wind, blowing the windows, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang dang dang... (there are countless dangs here)"

......

Just like that, Lu Chen was reading this composition he wrote on the stage.

The students in the audience were so laughing that they couldn't straighten up.

Dude, why are you so funny?

I can’t write this so I just turn to the front and copy and read and comprehend it, it’s just...

Lu Ze was calm, and raised his hand to interrupt Lu Chen who was describing Beifeng's voice.

He opened his mouth with a smile.

"This composition is interesting. It has applied cross talk words to the extreme. It has a level. I would like to score 11 points."

"Hey, you know what?"

Lu Ze said as he unscrewed the thermos and took a sip.

"In this exam, the two essays with the lowest grades in the whole year were not surprisingly in our class."

"Good guy, the teacher in charge of class [-] and [-] of the senior high school is a poetic genius. He wrote a poem for these two geniuses. Do you want to read it out for you to listen to?"

After putting the thermal insulation on the table, Lu Ze picked up a piece of chalk and threw it on Tang Yao's head.

"He's still smiling."

"Why, do you really think people praise you?"

"Come on, let me listen to what people say."

Lu Ze cleared his throat and read the poem in front of 54 students.

"There is Tang Wolong in the south, and Lu Fengchu in the north. Wolong has a good ancient style, and Fengchu has a crosstalk cow."

"One wanted to seal the sky, the other was blown by the wind, two heroes were born together, and gathered in class thirteen!"

"Poetry, are you doing well?"

After Lu Ze finished reading the poem, he turned and looked at Lu Chen expressionlessly.

Lu Chen smiled awkwardly.

"Then...that...succinct and to the point, putting love on things, entrusting... entrusting things to express one's will...".

"Get out, I asked you to give me appreciation."

Completely speechless, Lu Ze raised his foot and kicked Lu Chen's ass. Amidst the laughter of the whole class, the boy with a confused face ran off the stage with his paper.

This man...is really a big loser.

This Mr. Lu, why is he so good at killing donkeys?

I put out so much force just now, but when I turned around, I was so embarrassed.

Am I not burdened with an idol?

Lu Chen rubbed his butt while thinking in distress, and sat back in his seat.

"time is limited."

Lu Ze raised his hand to look at his watch, and said something casually.

"The test paper, the monitor will be responsible for distributing it later. In the remaining few minutes, I will say two things."

Lu Ze, who was holding the report card in his hand, looked up and glanced down.

Then he looked at Song Yu.

"145 in Chinese, 150 in mathematics, 147 in English, 275 in liberal arts, and a total score of 717."

"This is the first score in the grade."

"Damn..." Suddenly, there were countless exclamations from the audience.

The thoughts in everyone's hearts are surprisingly consistent at this moment.

Who is this person, so awesome...

"Song Yu, this is the first name in age."

Lu Ze said something casually.

Then put the report card aside.

As if ignoring the shocked faces of the students who could stuff an egg into their mouths.

"The second thing, although your results, in my opinion, still make people blush."

"But this time, you stupid birds flew up a little bit."

Lu Ze raised his voice, his tone full of arrogance.

"The average score is 391! It's 46 points higher than last time."

"By the way, by the way, the average score of Class 375 is [-], so you are..."

Lu Ze straightened up with a smile, raised his knuckles and clasped them on the table.

"I have lived up to the hard work during that time."

A plain statement, a sincere acknowledgment.

In the days of the end of the year and the beginning of the year.

Finally put those contempt and ridicule from everyone.

Pretty crushed in place!

This time, the entire Class [-] was neither cheering nor noisy.

Just after a brief silence, under the leadership of someone, they began to applaud neatly.

Applause, for the 21-day self, regardless of day and night, for Song Yu who led everyone in class [-] to cover Lu Ze's bottom line.

Also to this young male teacher who exhausted all his scheming and energy to set up a warm and philosophical situation.

Grateful, moved, grateful, thankful, these sounding words are not suitable to appear at this moment.

Companionship, encouragement, tolerance, and support, this is what they really understood in the past three months or so.

The people in Class [-] and Lu Ze got along, blended, got on a blind date, were close...

The only answer!

At nine o'clock in the morning, the students who have completely completed the redemption are preparing to start the Chinese class with Lu Ze.

While flipping through the books, there was a "squeak", and the front door of the classroom was pushed open by a pair of strong hands.

Everyone looked up, confused, and saw the familiar figure of the class director, and a cynical boy standing beside him, with a schoolbag slung over his shoulders and his school uniform drooping on his shoulders.

The slightly long hair slightly covered the puffy sleepy eyes.

He glanced into the classroom, turned his head to one side, with a cold and blank expression on his face.

"Ms. Lu, didn't you just transfer a student from your class? This student just transferred. The school thought about it and decided to put him in Class [-]."

After the level director finished speaking concisely, he turned around and left quickly.

Lu Ze nodded, and nodded at the boy.

"Oh, everyone is welcome. By the way, let me introduce myself."

There was no emotional ups and downs on the boy's face, he looked up at Lu Ze.

"Tan Jiaping, where should I sit?"

After hearing the boy's self-introduction in only six words, Lu Ze's hand that was flipping through the book paused.

He looked at the boy with a calm smile.

After looking up and down for a while, he said something towards the bottom.

"Wang Zhe, take the last empty seat."

"Student Tan, you sit next to class monitor Zhao Li, and try to quickly integrate into...class thirteen."

After finishing speaking, he continued to bow his head and flip through the book.

The new student didn't say a word, he walked up to Zhao Li and threw his schoolbag into the table frame.

He was about to lie down on the table and fall asleep with his hands on his head, but Zhao Li raised his hand to block him.

The boy looked coldly at Zhao Li who was squinting and smiling beside him.

"Don't make trouble."

"I'm not looking for anything, I just wanted to say hello to you."

Zhao Li also stared at the boy with a sneer.

Patted on his shoulder and spoke lightly.

"My name is Zhao Li, welcome to hell."

After the boy with a cold face heard these words, his eyes were extremely empty, and his mouth suddenly opened.

He took a pen that Zhao Li put on the table in his hand.

The thumb and index finger gently pinched the body of the pen, and the hoarse voice uttered two contemptuous syllables.

"SB".

In the next second, what appeared in front of Zhao Li was the pen holder that was broken in two.

And, the boy returned to his empty eyes.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Looking at the dead pen lying on the table.

The slightly shocked Zhao Li shrugged slightly.

sigh in a low voice.

"Damn, knowing martial arts...it's amazing."

Chapter 107 People don't talk too much, raise your hand Broken Pen

Tan Jiaping is a hard stubble.

This was Zhao Li's first reaction after contacting him.

People don't talk too much, so raise your hand Bro Broken Pen.

Almost instantly, these words appeared in Zhao Li's mind.

Weird Class... Weird People...

Zhao Li glanced at his mouth, picked up the pen and glanced at it.

Fortunately, the ink sac is intact.

Reaching into someone's pencil case behind the seat, he brought over a roll of clear glue.

The pen that was broken by Tan Jiaping was glued back.

When paying the shift fee last time, I contributed 100 yuan.

For a very ordinary family like his, this almost overdraws his pocket money for a long time.

So, save if you can....

Time flies, and the short 45 minutes passed quickly in Lu Ze's humorous teaching.