Chapter 39 Little Overlord
"My name is Shen Zhiyu. I'm your new English teacher. Please give me more advice."
The sweet voice, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, knocked on the eardrum, making people feel itchy at the tip of the heart.
The girls covered their hearts, eyes full of infatuation.
It seemed that he might faint at any time.
"So handsome!"
"I'm dying…"
"I want to have a baby for him!"
Suddenly, someone dared to ask, "Mr. Shen, do you have a girlfriend?"
Shen Zhiyu smiled and replied, "No."
"Does Teacher Shen have someone you like?"
"What is Teacher Shen's mate selection criteria?"
"Will you consider girls much younger than you?"
The crowd began to cross-examine, and the classroom was extremely noisy.
Shen Zhiyu put his index finger on his lips, shoved, and smiled with a frown: "Let's go to class first, okay?"
"it is good!"
All the sound of flipping books.
The English class in the past was dull.
Now, everyone is in high spirits, and their eyes are always following the man on the podium, and they are reluctant to look away for a moment.
Shen Zhiyu glanced at the classroom, and saw that everyone was listening carefully, except for the last row, with two heads lying on their backs.
He checked the seating chart and found the names of the two heads.
Cloud Ci, Xia Beiqing.
After class, Shen Zhiyu closed the book.
A girl raised her hand: "Mr. Shen, I have a question for you, can I?"
Shen Zhiyu smiled and nodded: "Yes."
"I have that too!"
"I have that too!"
The girls rushed to the podium in a swarm, surrounded Shen Zhiyu and left the classroom.
The boys sneered: "These nymphos, I don't usually see how seriously they study!"
With the monthly exam approaching, the competition at Lance Middle School was fierce, and the students started to actively prepare for the exam instead of their usual frolic.
The atmosphere in the classroom is tense.
Only Yun Cilei fell asleep on his stomach.
Xia Beiqing woke her up with his elbow: "It's fine if you don't study, you don't even hold the Buddha's feet?"
Yun Ci replied impatiently, "I'm too lazy to hug."
How lazy are you?
Get the test paper, fill in the multiple-choice questions in a few seconds, and you're done.
Xia Beiqing was stunned, she didn't bother to copy the test paper.
teacher's office.
Shen Zhiyu was grading the test paper, and suddenly found a blank paper, not only did not write his name, but also drew a big turtle in the upper left corner.
He frowned.
Even the frown is so pleasing to the eye.
The history teacher looked at it for a while, then came over and asked enthusiastically, "What's the matter, Mr. Shen, you don't look very good."
"Change to a blank scroll."
The history teacher took a closer look and was not surprised. He was used to saying, "It's the little bully."
Shen Zhiyu asked, "Who?"
Such a middle school nickname.
"You Ban Xia Beitian, everyone calls him that."
Shen Zhiyu remembered the name.
It's the head lying in the back row in class.
The history teacher reassured him: "This little bully has to hand in blank papers every time he takes an English test. It's good to get used to it."
Shen Zhiyu opened the grade record book at hand: "I think his previous English grades have always been high."
The history teacher asked, "Do you know Jun Xianrong? Do you know Jun Siche?"
Shen Zhiyu nodded.
"This little bully, he is Jun Xianrong's nephew and Jun Siche's cousin, who would dare to offend him? He came to threaten and intimidate him, dare he not give him points?" The history teacher leaned closer and lowered his voice. With his voice, he whispered: "Once it went too far, I put money directly in the test paper, and the previous English teachers were all run away by him."
Shen Zhiyu's face darkened slightly: "Is there such a thing?"