"Okay, Zhang Tian, ​​there is your desk. If you have any places you want to know, you can talk to your colleagues first, so I'll go back first. Also, today is the first day of the new semester. Remember to go to your class to have a class meeting at two o'clock."

After Mr. Zhang and the teachers said hello and introduced each other, Director Qian explained to Mr. Zhang and left.

As Director Qian left, the teachers in the office immediately became active and became a little noisy.

"Teacher Zhang, how old are you? You have become a college teacher. It's amazing."

Someone laughed and praised the other side. The person who spoke was a female teacher named Qu Yanhong, who was about forty years old. Her hair was simply tied to the back of her head and wearing a pair of myopic glasses. Even if someone she didn't know looked at it at first, she could guess that this was a teacher.

"Haha, Teacher Qu, I am just a counselor. To put it bluntly, it's just a choreographer, nothing great."

Young Master Zhang smiled modestly, but he was thinking in his heart that the teacher Dai I met at the elevator door not long ago was only twenty-three or four years old, and that was amazing.

When we met, Mr. Zhang clearly saw that Teacher Dai was holding the lesson plan in his hand. He was a serious substitute teacher, but he was not like himself.

"Teacher Zhang, what did you do before you came to Shuimu University?" Someone asked curiously, and at the same time he also had the intention of getting close to him. They all knew that Mr. Zhang had a good background, so he came in to be a counselor.

"Kill people and set fires, do everything evil." said Mr. Zhang.

"Haha, Teacher Zhang, you are really good at joking." The man was stunned for a moment and laughed awkwardly.

But he never expected that what Mr. Zhang said was the truth. In the few months he had been fighting and killing all day long.

Everyone greeted Mr. Zhang and then started working their own work. Mr. Zhang took the opportunity to come to Qu Yanhong and said, "Teacher Qu, I have never been a class teacher, nor have I held a class meeting. How should I hold it when the class meeting is held later?"

When Qu Yanhong heard this, she raised her head and looked at Mr. Zhang unexpectedly, and held up the frame that was mounted on the bridge of her nose. She asked in surprise: "Teacher Zhang, have you never been a teacher before?"

"This." Zhang Dashao touched his head honestly and nodded, "To be honest, this is the first time that I'm a big girl getting into a sedan chair."

Qu Yanhong was even more surprised, but after thinking about it, this person was sent by Director Qian himself, and it must be related to the background. Even if nothing is not, he could come in to be a teacher. After thinking about it this way, Qu Yanhong felt relieved.

However, Qu Yanhong then thought, have you never eaten pork and seen pig run? Even if you have never been a teacher, have you never been to school? Have you never attended class meetings for you? The threshold for teachers at Shuimu University is not low, how can you get such a guy in?

"Teacher Zhang, it's actually very simple. It's just a name, chat, and knock them down and study hard. Say whatever they want, without too much pressure." Qu Yanhong put away his distracting thoughts and concisely helped Zhang Dashen summarize the essence of the class meeting.

"It's that simple?"

“It’s that simple.”

Mr. Zhang was relieved. When the time was almost over, he saw other teachers in the office set out for class, and he also rushed to his class, the second Korean Class of Foreign Languages ​​Department.

When passing by the Korean Class 1, Director Qian inside saw the figure of Zhang Dashen, opened the door and walked out. He greeted Zhang Dashen and took Zhang Dashen into the Korean Class 2.

When the two of them appeared on the podium, the noisy classroom became even more noisy. Everyone looked at Mr. Zhang and Director Qian with confusion, and they were talking a lot, not understanding what Director Qian meant with a stranger.

"Students, calm down." Director Qian's voice was quite loud. As he continued, the whole classroom could hear clearly.

When the scene became quieter, Director Qian pointed at Mr. Zhang and said, "There are some personnel transfers in the school. Your original counselor has been transferred to another class. Starting today, Teacher Zhang will be your counselor. At the same time, he is your physical education teacher. Everyone welcomes Teacher Zhang with applause."

After saying that, Director Qian applauded first.

What rice? Director Qian's words surprised the students in Class 2 of Korean Language and Language, and kept looking at Mr. Zhang, as if they were looking at Mr. Zhang if Mr. Zhang had three heads and six arms.

This person is not much older than him. He is like a Korean Oppa. I'm afraid he hasn't graduated from college. He is actually his own class teacher? This is too much.

If Director Qian hadn't brought Mr. Zhang here in person, they really suspected that a classmate came here to make fun of him.

In terms of matters, even if Director Qian came in person, the students still had many questions and confusions.

"He, he is really our teacher!"

A girl with long hair shawls sitting in the middle of the third row opened her mouth wide with shock, muttering to Young Master Zhang, and constantly rubbing her eyes, wondering if she had read it wrong.

This girl is no one else, she is Zhang Dashou’s new neighbor, Xiaofang. When Zhang Dashou said that he was here to apply for a teacher, Xiaofang sneered, but she didn’t expect that this was true! And she successfully applied for the job, what is the school doing!

"Wow, this is really our class teacher? Alas Fangfang, look, he is quite handsome." A girl next to Xiaofang was dancing with eyebrows, saliva splashed everywhere, her eyes were naked, and she glanced at the corners of her eyes, and she was very strange, "Fangfang, what's wrong with you?"

"I know this person." Xiaofang pointed at Mr. Zhang who was standing on the podium with his finger and said in disbelief.

"Ah! No way!?"

Director Qian introduced Mr. Zhang to the students in Class 2 of Korean Language and left. Mr. Zhang cleared his throat and the noisy class quickly became quiet. Everyone looked up at Mr. Zhang without blinking. They were all looking forward to what kind of performance this youngest class teacher in history would have.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Tian, ​​a man of gender, thank you." Mr. Zhang gave a simple self-introduction that could not be simple, then sat down, leaned lazily on the backrest, took the roster list and said, "Let's start calling."

As he said that, he opened the list and recited it seriously according to the name on it: "Wang Chuanping."

“…”

"arrive!"

After two or three seconds, Wang Chuanping answered as if she had woken up in her dream.

"Liu Zhiyuan."

"Oh...arr!"
Chapter completed!