Chapter 15 Teacher, don’t panic

Zhao Hongxia was shocked. The child was injured under her nose, and she, who has the duty of guardianship, cannot absolve herself from the blame.

Zhao Hongxia's hand holding the phone couldn't help but tremble, why Yuanyuan? It would be better for anyone to be injured than Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan's sister is a well-known girl devil. Even the gangsters on Wolong Road have to take a detour when they see her.

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Yuanyuan saw Zhao Hongxia's hand shaking when holding the phone, so she stepped forward and grabbed the hem of Zhao Hongxia's skirt, raised her head to comfort her, "Teacher, don't panic, it's a small scene, just find a piece of ice to apply on me first, and then apply some white medicine and it will be fine

, this is what my sister did the last time I had a bump on my head..."

"...In this life-and-death struggle, Country Z was defeated, and it was defeated miserably. Why? Of course it was because of its backwardness! So what exactly is the backwardness? - Classmate Zhou Yang?" Nian Wentian Exam Paper, Class 1, Grade 2, Senior High School

While the review is in progress.

Zhou Yang stood up and responded: "It's because of its backward armaments. The warships of country Z have a short range, low accuracy, and insufficient firepower. They mainly rely on weapons to fight wars——"

Nian Wentian asked: "Are there any other opinions?"

Liu Xudong stood up and said: "It is mainly due to backward concepts. Concepts direct actions, and backward concepts will inevitably lead to insufficient combat readiness, poor deployment of the army, and backward strategic and tactical thinking."

Nian Wentian looked at Leng Siyu, who was busy doing math homework, "Classmate Leng Siyu, what do you think?"

Leng Siyu stood up casually and replied: "Uh... armaments and concepts are superficial things. At a deeper level, it should be the backwardness of production methods and the backwardness of the economy. The economy is an invisible hand that controls armaments.

, affecting the pattern and concepts of decision-makers and lower-class people. In essence, this war was the defeat of agricultural civilization to industrial civilization."

Xia Pengfei was shocked by Leng Siyu's words. He couldn't tell that this violent girl had some ink in her belly. A strong general had no weak soldiers. It seemed that he was in the right class.

Nian Wentian nodded: "It's very well said. Economy is the decisive force. For example, women once ruled the world, but then men took away the power. Why, because of the advent of the agricultural era.

When the word "male" is broken down, it means Tian Heli. What does this mean? It means that men are the main force in agricultural production. The creation of national economy and family wealth is mainly driven by men. Therefore, the agricultural era must be a male-dominated era..."

Teacher Nian on the stage spoke with gusto, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't hear much. Her attention was entirely on Xia Pengfei, who was writing furiously next to her, and she still hadn't come back to her senses until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Teacher Nian, please wait a moment." When Nian Wentian was about to leave the classroom, Xia Pengfei stopped him.

Xia Pengfei took his history test paper and asked Nian Wentian, "Teacher, can you help me see where I should start to remedy this?"

Nian Wentian picked up Xia Pengfei's test paper and smiled. He raised his eyes and looked at Leng Siyu, "Siyu, let me use your test paper." Nian Wentian knew that if Xia Pengfei wanted to use Leng Siyu's test paper, Leng Siyu would

Most of them would flatly refuse, but if the teacher wanted to use it, it would be hard for her to say anything.

Leng Siyu respectfully handed the test paper to Nian Wentian. She glanced at Xia Pengfei's test paper with cold eyes, and her eyes suddenly lit up. This guy's calligraphy was so good that he could use his regular script directly as a copybook.

"Pengfei, please first compare the differences between you and Siyu in answering questions, especially the format, content, and thinking of the subjective questions. I have to go to class three immediately. I will find enough time to talk to you in detail.

talk."

"Okay, Teacher Nian."

Xia Pengfei took two test papers, glanced at Leng Siyu who had returned to his seat and continued to do his homework, and also returned to his seat.

At this moment, Li Xiaoli, the representative of the political section, shouted at the top of her lungs, "It's time to collect political homework."

"The composition text has been collected." Shu Daiyun, representative of the Chinese language department, exclaimed.

"It's time to collect the "English Weekly"." Yuan Min, the representative of the English department, is not far behind.

"Collecting the geography exercise books." Kang Zhiyuan, the representative of the geography department, shouted next.

"Collect the math error correction book." Chen Mingli, the representative of the mathematics department, shouted casually.

At this time, the ice sculpture beauty Leng Siyu also put down her pen and stood up calmly, "History homework, hand it in immediately! If it is submitted late, it will not be accepted!..."

This is the pattern after the first class on Monday morning. A representative from a department yells, which often triggers a series of chain reactions, and representatives from various departments begin to bombard the students in turn.

Xia Pengfei is new here and he doesn't have to hand in homework. He sits in his seat and admires Leng Siyu's test paper.

Can't you imagine that her hand that has been abusing sandbags for a long time can write such graceful and unique words? She is obviously an unreasonable person, but she still makes historical arguments full of facts, clear logic, and powerful arguments? Leng Siyu's answer sheet regardless of the form of the answer

It can be called a model in terms of standardization, richness of answer content, and rigorous thinking in answering questions.

Leng Siyu seems to be filled with all kinds of irreconcilables, irreconcilable between body and strength, irreconcilable between appearance and personality, irreconcilable between way of doing things and historical thinking...

"Pengfei, bring your test paper and I will analyze it for you." Ye Zhiqiu's voice was as warm as the spring sunshine, but Xia Pengfei just didn't hear it...

"Peng——" Ye Zhiqiu only called out one word and stopped. Politics teacher Chen Keyan had already entered the classroom...

In the kindergarten of the Affiliated Middle School, the bump on the back of Xiao Yuanyuan's head had almost dissipated. Zhao Hongxia felt relieved, and then she thought of calling Cao Batian in front of her to lecture her.

Xiao Yuanyuan called Xiao Chongchong aside and told Xiao Chongchong solemnly, "Don't tell my sister what happened today."

Xiao Chongchong didn't know the reason, "Don't you want your sister to support you?"

"She can't know about this. Her temperament means she will punch little Tiantian into pieces. Killing must be paid with life. After all, she is my sister. If the police uncle takes her away, my parents will be sad.

And, more importantly, every dish she cooks is what I like to eat."

"I can't see it, Yuanyuan, your sister is so cruel to you, and you still protect her so much!"

"It's not easy for her! She has to go to school every day, do housework, work, and take care of the naughty me!" Xiao Yuanyuan sighed, "Hey! Even if I tell you, you don't understand. A little kid in a greenhouse like you

A sapling cannot feel the pain of wind and rain."

When school was over, Xiao Yuanyuan also grabbed the corner of Zhao Hongxia's clothes and also told Zhao Hongxia to hide today's events. Zhao Hongxia did not want it, so she immediately agreed.

Lan Lan is already waiting at the door of the affiliated kindergarten.

"Xiao Yuanyuan, can you go home with me?" Lan Lan said.

"Let's go, Yuanyuan, high school still has half an hour to finish." Chongchong said.

Little Yuanyuanchu stayed at the door and refused to leave, "Sister said she would try not to cause trouble to others. You go ahead. She will come to pick me up."

Chongchong said: "Sister Yu often takes me home."

Xiao Yuanyuan said: "Troubling others and helping others are two different things. Stop talking. I won't leave."

Now Xiao Chongchong didn't want to leave, so she begged Lanlan, "Let's wait for Sister Yu to go home together."

"Then...Okay." Lan Lan was speechless and helpless. If she had to wait until the high school class was over, there was no need for her to come to pick them up in advance.
Chapter completed!