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"But..."

"But what? I can't teach English well for the first and second year students. I think I have no problem at all."

"That's not what I mean." Zhang Ruowan objected. How hard would that make Ji Yang? The number of classes a week would double. Wouldn't she be an idler?

It was useless to object. Ji Yang, who usually followed her, was very persistent in this matter. Zhang Ruowan's body would probably suffer if she had to take several classes in a row.

The school also turned a blind eye. Anyway, the monthly exam was coming soon. If Ji Yang could teach well, it would be fine. It would be a good thing for the students and the school, and it would allow Zhang Ruowan to concentrate on taking care of the baby.

*

At the end of August, the holiday was about to end. Junior high and high schools were preparing for registration and military training.

"Xi Yang, you and I are in the same class, both in Class 8."

"What a coincidence. The registration office is over there, right? Let's go, let's go over there."

"302... We register here. It should be the class teacher who registers."

...

Chen Qiuxia and Xi Yang walked to the right, went up the stairs, and walked forward. They saw a teacher inside.

The other person was answering the phone by the window with his back to them, and his back made people feel familiar.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Chen Qiuxia reached out and knocked on the door, "Teacher, we are here to sign up."

In their sight, the other person turned around, and Chen Qiuxia and Xi Yang's expressions froze on their faces.

Ji Yang walked over, sat on the chair, and smiled, "Come in."

The two did not move.

"What? You don't even want to sign up after seeing me?" Ji Yang raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the two people.

"No, no, no."

"Can I change classes?"

The two voices came out at the same time, one hurriedly denied it, and the other was crying and laughing, half-jokingly saying it.

"No." Ji Yang smiled and replied, "Xi Yang, your luck is really bad this time."

Xi Yang's smile was uglier than crying.

Fifteen classes, if you are taught by Ji Yang, it is already unfortunate, but you have to come to the class he is in charge of.

How can your luck be so "good"?

"Fill in the information." Ji Yang handed over a piece of paper and pointed to a few places.

Xi Yang took the pen and filled it out first, while filling it out, he said, "Teacher Ji, is our class teacher alone at home?"

Just after he finished speaking, someone knocked his head with a pen, "Now I am your class teacher, and Teacher Zhang is your teacher's wife."

"Teacher's wife, teacher's wife, teacher's wife is alone at home? Are you worried?" Xi Yang smiled and teased him.

"She is asleep, and she hasn't woken up yet. Hurry up, you guys are the only ones missing. After you sign up, I can go home and cook for her." Ji Yang tapped on the paper a few more times.

He urged her to speak, Chen Qiuxia looked at the paper, and then looked up at Ji Yang, inexplicably worried about her high school life.

"It's done." The two of them moved quite quickly.

Ji Yang took it to check, nodded, and then pointed to a place, "Do you know Liu Xu? If you know him, let him sign up quickly. What time is it?"

"No, it's only half past three now." Xi Yang continued, "Registration ends at five o'clock."

Hearing this, Ji Yang pursed his lips a little tighter, shook his head, and glanced at the student twice more, and then twice more.

Both of them felt that he had made a note of it in their heart. They waited for this new classmate to come and teach them a lesson.

"You two are free?" Ji Yang turned his head and looked at the two again, and said slowly, "Now only Liu Xu is left, you..."

"Teacher Ji, I have to take my luggage back to the dormitory and pack it up, so I'll leave first."

"I live with my uncle. If I go there today, I have to go back and pack up quickly. Goodbye, teacher, and see you tomorrow."

The two interrupted him before he finished speaking, and retreated to the door while talking, fearing that Ji Yang would let them stay.

When the two walked out of the door, they heard Ji Yang sigh, "This bastard, don't come, it's too late to cook."

Sure enough, he wanted them to stay and be free labor.

The days after that...

The two looked at each other when they walked out, and saw uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Zhang Ruowan is such a responsible teacher, her husband... How could this be?

*

The high school military training was one week before the start of school.

The school issued a set of military training uniforms, the location was on the school playground, and each class was assigned an instructor.

Before the start, there was a general meeting, and the instructors performed. After that, each instructor took his class to the training ground.

It was a sunny day in September, and the outdoors was like a furnace.

"At ease!"

"Stand at attention!"

"Left... Align!"

...

The instructors' deep and powerful voices mixed with the sound of whistles constantly drilled the group of recruits, and they often had military training for half an hour or an hour to let them suffer first.

There were fifty people in a class, and three of Ji Yang's class were "acquaintances".

Chen Qiuxia and Xi Yang, these two were admitted by exams, and the other one was Wei Dong, who relied on his father, there was nothing he could do.

These three people felt that they knew Ji Yang well. This person was casual and would not be as responsible as Zhang Ruowan. It was estimated that this class teacher was just a casual one.

Accompanying military training?

That was impossible.

But, even if they thought that the impossible happened, Ji Yang had been there since the beginning of their military training.

Although he was sitting under a tree fanning himself, he was there anyway, and some class teachers were not there yet.

After finally getting a ten-minute break, Ji Yang asked the supermarket to deliver two boxes of mineral water and bought a bottle of drink for the instructor.

"Listen to the instructor and suffer less." Ji Yang put on his hat, walked over, and whispered to the students who were resting, "I will ask him to take you to a cooler place later. Don't be lazy and be serious, otherwise the instructor will pull you back again."

"Thank you, class teacher."

"That's great."

"We will definitely listen."

The students drank water, made promises one after another, and kept saying that this class teacher was good, really good.