"Mo He, pull out your feet in your drawer and put them on the ground; Tian Weiwen, put away your "Youth Events"..." Jiang Feng said, and someone below whispered: "Pi Mouse, class is in, don't read it again!" Jiang Feng continued: "We will talk about the excerpt of the ninth lesson "Dream of Red Mansions", please open the book."

There was an empty seat in the last row, and there was a short and fat girl sitting next to her. Liao Xuebing walked over and sat down. The girl looked at him and whispered: "Hey, you don't seem to be from our class, right?"

"Oh!" Liao Xuebing squeezed out the kindest smile in his life: "Hello, I am a second-grade teacher, here to listen to Teacher Jiang's lecture." Seeing the freckles and shiny acne on the girl's face as beautiful as the moon's crater, he quickly turned his head to Jiang Feng.

The fat girl pinched her nose: "Why are you wearing alcohol? Humph, this excuse is so old-fashioned. I want to pretend to be a teacher to hand over love letters to Li Xinghua in our class? Give me ten yuan, and I will give it to her for you." There are precocious students in the school who are full of beards and look vicissitudes and mature, and Liao Xuebing's appearance is not conspicuous.

"Who is Li Xinghua? Do many people write love letters to her?"

"Hmph, I asked you knowingly, the second group and the first row, the dream lover of your boys. I'll tell you her measurements."

As expected, there was a girl sitting quietly in the front row, with long shawls and smooth as silk. Unfortunately, she only saw her slim back.

"Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu's love have experienced three stages: first love, passionate love and maturity. The entanglement of the first love brings the child's childishness and simplicity. Since Lin Daiyu returned from the funeral in Yangzhou, they entered the period of passionate love. Lin Daiyu started from her lonely and helpless life experience and situation and noble ideological character, and persistently and strongly asked Jia Baoyu to "be intimate" and "respecting people" and serious and dedicated love. Once Baoyu's heartfelt words are obtained, her feelings will calm down, and she will turn from being worried about Jia Baoyu to deep worries about the harsh environment. "Telling the heart" is a sign that their love will turn into maturity. This article mainly expresses the complex and delicate feelings of the characters through character dialogue and psychological description. You must experience it carefully when reading." Jiang Feng spitted and danced, and gradually entered the state, and ignored those students who spoke small words and passed notes.

He did have a set of lectures, and the analysis of the text was clear and clear, so that people could understand it at first glance, without any effort to think. The only drawback was that his bulging teeth with smoke and yellow destroyed the considerable beauty.

The fat girl muttered, "This is also called falling in love? Jia Baoyu doesn't know the true meaning of love between men and women."

Fortunately, most students were listening carefully, and many people lowered their heads to copy notes, and there was a rustling sound in the classroom. Even a boy wearing strange clothes and yellow hair was dressed in a striking manner. Liao Xuebing secretly praised in his heart: "Not bad, Teacher Jiang's lecture was very vivid, and even students who were fascinated by that kind of problem." The boy stopped and stopped writing, looked at the podium from time to time. After a while, he tore off the notes and folded them into a paper plane. He took advantage of Jiang Feng's chance to write the blackboard and flew to another corner. Someone turned on the plane, and painted a portrait of Jiang Feng wearing lace underwear and bra on it, laughed for a while, and then passed it to others to watch. Liao Xuebing was almost absolutely - it was so creative!

"Cao Xueqin's great-grandfather Cao Xi was appointed as the weaving factory in Jiangning. His great-grandmother Sun served as the nanny of Emperor Kangxi Xuanye. His grandfather Cao Yin served as the companion and guard of Emperor Kangxi. Later, he served as the Jiangning Weaving Factory and also served as the salt supervision envoy of the two Huaihe Rivers. He was extremely favored by Xuanye. Xuanye went to Jiangnan six times, and Cao Yin was responsible for taking over four of them and lived in the Cao family. Cao Yin died of illness, and his son Cao and Cao succeeded Jiangning Weaving Factory in Jiangning. Four of their grandparents and grandchildren held this position for sixty years. Cao Xueqin grew up in the prosperous life of this place of the Qinhuai land since childhood. Hey, what are you laughing? Hey, quiet!" As the funny portraits spread farther and farther, more and more people were seen, Jiang Feng's movement could cause a burst of laughter.

With Liao Xuebing at the scene, Jiang Feng tried his best to ensure the dignity of the "high-level teacher" and not let his colleagues underestimate him. He didn't know what was missing now, and laughed in the classroom. He was furious and said angrily: "Are you here to attend class or play? The college entrance examination will be in less than a year. If you don't want to learn, don't drag everyone down and disrupt classroom discipline!"

"Report! Teacher Jiang, He Xin draws your painting!" A short-haired girl stood up and pointed at the boy and said, and handed the funny portrait to the podium.

Jiang Feng was so angry that he trembled all over, and he even wanted to kill him - my colleague was still watching, you made me look so ugly - he shouted: "He Xin! Go to the corridor and get a penalty for standing! In addition, the 50-minute points of the exercise will be deducted! You can wait and see the one star every week next week!"

He Xinmi squinted the girl: "Battle, be careful." He walked out indifferently.

It was such a ridiculous farce. Seeing this, Liao Xuebing felt like he was stepping into hell, and he never turned around. An ordinary third-grade main class was a big upset, let alone the second class of Class 2, known as the "Death Class"?

After Jiang Feng calmed down, he continued to give a lecture. Liao Xuebing did not listen to what he said. His mind was filled with deep resentment towards Qiu Daqi. The fat girl was doing nothing and folded a few paper cranes. Jiang Feng suddenly asked her: "You tell me that Bao and Dai talk to each other, which means that their relationship is mature. What foundation is the love of the two based on?"

"Ah? Call me?" The fat girl stood up in a daze and glanced at the classmate in front of her. The classmate shrugged and said she could not help. The fat girl thought for a while and said, "I think their love is based on material things. If Jia Baoyu was just a beggar, would Lin Daiyu fall in love with him? It was just that she took a fancy to his identity as the second son of the Jia family."

It caused a burst of laughter in an instant. Jiang Feng had no choice but to say: "The rotten wood cannot be carved! You sit down first." As he explained the question, the laughter in the classroom had not passed, and almost no one listened to him.

After class, Liao Xuebing was sweating profusely, and was a hundred times more tired than participating in a marathon. He got nothing in the notebook he brought, and there was no word. In his heart, only the two words "discipline" and "quality" were entangled. Jiang Feng said as if nothing had happened: "There is still one class and I will finish school. I will go back to the office to write a lesson plan and I will ask you for a drink later."

Liao Xuebing was hungover all night and had no mood to have fun at this moment, but he couldn't refuse the invitation from his colleagues on the first day of work, and he was embarrassed for a while. Jiang Feng smiled and said, "By the way, call your second grade director. He didn't come this morning. I'll call him later. Class 2 of Year 2 is his most important thing, and he will definitely help you."

"The words are good, and it is necessary to communicate with colleagues." Liao Xuebing nodded and said, "It's better to go again in the evening. I know the owners of several nightclubs on Zhuque Street and asked Director Song to go together. Hehe, there are also hot dancers in Zhuque Street bars, but they don't show up until eleven o'clock in the evening."

Jiang Feng has always been aware of his family. He rarely spends the night outside except for drinking alone occasionally. When he heard this, he was a little hesitant, "I'm afraid my wife will find out if I go back late."

Liao Xuebing showed a smile that only a man could understand and said, "You are in your forties, what are you afraid of? I just say that the school board has recently studied promotion issues and needs to communicate with colleagues. This excuse is acceptable to women."

"Okay, I'll think about it..."

"I'll wait for your phone number at 8 o'clock in the evening."

There was still an hour before school was over, Liao Xuebing found an excuse to slip out, and the second-grade director who was directly under his control was not there, and no one else asked much. Before leaving the school gate, he ran into the patrol Qiu Daqi. He backed his hands, cut the ruler on his waist, and looked around majestic.

"Teacher Liao Xuebing, where are you going before school has passed? If you leave early, your salary will be deducted!"

Liao Xuebing secretly clenched his fists: "Qiu Daqi, you are just the director of the training and you don't care about where the teacher is going."

"Don't forget that I have the power to report."

"I will only go to class tomorrow, and today is still in the rest stage. Director Qiu, you are very careful when walking at night." Of course, Lao Liao is not afraid of his small threat.

Qiu Daqi's face changed: "I know you are a famous underworld in Beicheng. As long as I have any accidents outside, you will definitely be fired."

"If you go out and step on shit, it's nothing to do with me." Liao Xuebing waved his hand and ignored him. Qiu Daqi spitted fiercely and said, "With one month left in the qualification exam, I will reminisce about your last school career."

I returned to Aoshui Apartment, ate a bowl of wontons at the entrance of the alley, and fell asleep when I returned to my room. All the students were left behind.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the early autumn sun gradually lost its temperature, enjoying the cool wind through the hall, which was very comfortable. Liao Xuebing turned on the old-fashioned four-color TV in the 1970s to watch TV programs. The TV was covered with wooden shells and the cover top was extended from the antenna. The style was very antique, which indirectly highlighted the owner's outdated.
Chapter completed!