Generally speaking, a woman's beauty is proportional to her temper and inversely proportional to her ability. Su Bingyun is no exception. After working in school for more than a year, she became the dream lover of all boys. However, under her kind appearance, there is a hidden indifference that keeps people from thousands of miles away. No male teacher can invite her to go out for dinner. Soon after, everyone gradually gave up and became an animal in the eyes of everyone that can only be seen from afar and not played with.

There were many new handsome male teachers who didn't believe this rumor and went to challenge with great enthusiasm, but they would always be rejected with a smile. Even the most romantic time, the car was delivered to her with 9,999 roses, but she never blinked her eyes.

The principal knew the origin of this matter and smiled and said, "Forget it, even if you are the Love Saint, you will never succeed."

Liao Xuebing picked up a piece of paper and a pen and walked to Su Bingyun, and said seriously: "Hey, what is your phone number?" Following the principal's gaze, he slightly adjusted the angle of his body standing position. His time was very accurate. Su Bingyun had just left Yu Dinglou and walked to the door of the office.

Since Liao Xuebing's table was in the front row and the two were far away from the principal, he only saw that Liao Xuebing seemed to be very close, almost touching Su Bingyun, and the famous cold beauty did not have any disgusting movements.

In fact, Liao Xuebing is at least half a meter away from the beauty, but because of the principal's perspective, it looks very similar.

"Who are you? Why do you need a phone number?" Su Bingyun turned his head and asked, revealing his white and neat teeth as he spoke, like the scent of Zhilan's lips, which made him dizzy.

"That's right. The principal just received a notice from the city this morning that the superior decided to hold a high school art competition, so that I could be fully responsible for the participation of our school." Liao Xuebing pointed to the principal who sat in his seat and nodded slightly to them, and then said: "Considering my experience and the fact that you are the highest-level art teacher in our school, I want to invite you to be responsible for this project together."

"Is that true?" The beauty's face relaxed slightly, "You are new, I don't seem to have seen you before."

The principal and several other gossip teachers were so unbelievable that they saw the two chatting and laughing, and their glasses fell all over the floor.

"My name is Liao Xuebing. Please write your phone number here. We will contact you frequently in the future. It is not an office phone, but a private phone. Because being responsible for this competition usually requires a lot of inspiration, I think I must be able to contact you at any time."

Su Bingyun stared at his eyes seriously and asked about his true thoughts. Lao Liao pretended to be more capable than he had imagined, with a sincere and simple look, his eyes emitted a clear light, as if he was not caring about her hesitation.

Su Bingyun wrote a string of numbers and said, "This is my private phone. If there is indeed an urgent matter, call me."

"And you also write your home address?"

"Why? I already think the phone is enough to communicate." Su Bingyun began to feel unhappy.

Liao Xuebing looked innocent: "How do I know why? The principal asked me to do this. If you have any questions, ask him."

Turning his face, the principal was smiling at himself, and had to grit his teeth and write the address on it, "If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

"Okay, I'll pass on the documents of the competition to you in the afternoon, and there are some specific matters required on it." I'll make up a fool of myself. For the lifelong happiness of the principal, I'll let you down.

Back at the seat, the eyes of the principal and Jiang Feng and others became very different. Liao Xuebing threw the paper with the phone number and address on the desktop: "Do it!"

"Love...Love Saint!" Jiang Feng said tremblingly.

As I saw with my own eyes, the principal was confident again and patted his shoulder and said, "Good boy, I really have a trick. What did you just say?"

"I walked over and said, "Oh, beautiful girl, you are so beautiful. I'll treat you to dinner tonight?" The beauty said, OK, I can't ask for it, I'll give you the phone number and call me tonight. If I can't find me, go to my house. I'll wait for you..." Liao Xuebing was furious and angry.

A group of men stared at him jealously. Although they didn't believe that was the truth, at least when they asked about the phone number in a few words, they were more than one level higher than themselves.

The head teacher of the Class One Year, who was watching coldly, sent a message through the computer: "The rival in love appears."

The rumors turn a few more times and gradually become more striking.

...

The bell rang, Liao Xuebing pushed the door and entered the classroom, and the students were sitting obediently. "Cui Zheng, you are the class monitor, who else hasn't arrived today? Is the record ready?"

In addition to Zhong Bai, only one more person came to the seven people who missed class last time, and was a male student named Li Yuzhong.

"Since there is nothing wrong, let's start the class. This lesson is an excerpt from "Hamlet". Let's take a look and please read the 27th page of the text."

The two classes I taught earlier, one was met with the students and the other was summarized by the class meeting. This class was the real beginning. Liao Xuebing prepared for several days, looked up a lot of information, and asked other teachers to teach their experiences. He still couldn't help but feel nervous when he was about to start the lecture, and his tone was extremely stiff.

He wanted to first review the origin and status of "Hamlet" and his status in literary history. He felt that it was too wasteful of time. He wanted to summarize the significant impact of this excerpt in the text on the full text of "Hamlet". He also found that there was a hint in the lecture notation that the excerpt should be read through and then explained to students. He wanted to recite the classic original English lines of "Hamlet", but the central idea should not be reflected here, and he would not memorize it himself.

The more Liao Xuebing didn't know what to say, the more nervous he became, and the more afraid he would ruin his "learning" image, he simply wrote a book and said, "I will read the classic paragraphs of the article to you. Survival or destruction is a question worth considering... I'm dead; asleep; everything is over. If in this kind of sleep, the pain in our hearts and the unavoidable blows of countless other flesh and blood can disappear from now on, that is the end we can't get."

He had no eloquence to recite and could not read the special feelings contained in the sentence. He was just a straightforward narration, just like a report without any emotion at a company meeting. Besides, he was stuttering and misreading a few typos. After sweating, the whole class burst into warm applause. Cui Zheng, Ah Hu, Zhong Bai and others were sweating coldly, and at the same time sent a text message to Siyan: "Siyan, reduce his intelligence by another 20 points. Increase the thickness of his skin by 10 points."

Liao Xuebing forced a smile and said, "Well, that's it, Hamlet is a tragic figure, Bei Xiaodan, do you tell me what the whole text meant to the whole text when I read just now?"

Bei Xiaodan stood up and said, "...whether-'tis-nobler--in-the-mind-to-suffer-The-slings-and-arrows-of-outrageous-fortune.Or-to-take-arms-against-a-sea-of-troubles.And-by-opposing-end-them.To-die-to-sleep.No-more;and-by-a-sleep-to-say-weend.The-heartache-and-the-thousand-natural-shocks…..." Yangyang recited a long passage with both voice and emotion, without any stagnation.
Chapter completed!