Yan Luo opened the lesson plan, looked at the contents inside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's quite simple, learn related words to make sentences.

She will never admit that her IQ of a twenty-year-old adult is still worried that she will not be able to teach first-grade elementary school students!

Yan Luo picked up the white chalk and turned around and wrote the words "No... or..." on the blackboard.

"This is the first conjunction we want to learn, 'No... or...', this is a conjunction that represents the choice relationship, and the ellipsis represents two different situations."

"For example, 'I either eat or watch TV when I go home,' means eating and watching TV, which represents the ellipsis, there are two different situations."

She looked around at the bottom of the audience and listened very seriously, "Which five children want to get up and give an example?"

"I!"

"I can!"

As soon as these words were said, the little sparrows below raised their hands high, for fear that Yan Luo would not be able to see them.

Yan Luo pointed to the bear, Xiaoyu, and three children in sequence according to the order of raising his hands.

"Little Bear, come first."

The little bear said proudly, "My elder brother is either a handsome boy or a big boss."

Yan Luo said coldly: "Flame is not allowed in class, please sit down."

The little bear sat down with grievance.

"Xiaoyu, come." Yan Luo's expression softened a little.

Xiaoyu thought about it and made a sentence based on Yan Luo's format: "My dog ​​comes home, either pooping or eating shit."

Yan Luo:?

At first glance, there seems to be no problem with this. Why is it a bit strange to connect it with her sentence?

"It's okay... please sit down." Yan Luo pointed at the first child again, "You can make a sentence."

The child No. 1 said obediently: "My father comes home, either cooking or sweeping the floor."

"Very good." Yan Luo nodded with satisfaction, and finally had a normal answer. Her eyebrows and eyes were curvy and very agile, as if she could speak, "The next classmate."

Yan Luo has been paying attention to this child for a long time. Since she came in, her eyes have been tightly stuck to her, which makes her face a little hot.

Her hair is not combed? Or is her clothes being worn in the opposite direction?

This is not a reversal. Could it be that she looks very good today?

The second child couldn't turn his eyes, and he couldn't even take his eyes off her, and said obediently, "The teacher's head is either the sun in the morning or the sunset in the evening."

Yan Luo:??﹏??

This sentence has artistic conception, but why is it so terrifying?

Is she the sun inside the antenna baby?

Although he was a little curious, Yan Luo finally met someone who made a beautiful description of her red hair.

The world always has many prejudices against her hair, such as: red head mushrooms, dragon fruits, red plastic bags, red cranes...

The last child listened to the girl's sentence, and his originally panicked expression relaxed. He seemed to have gotten inspired by the girl's literary, beautiful and artistic sentences. He raised his hand and said to Yan Luo: "Teacher, teacher! Change me."

!”

If I don’t let me say it, I will forget!

Seeing that he was so positive, Yan Luo also became interested. "Okay, come on."

The third child shook his head, "The teacher's hair is either red or gray."

Yan Luo:...

Yan Nanzhi, who was grinning behind, was shot while lying down, suddenly frozen on his face.

In the subsequent class, Yan Luo also taught the children three or four conjunctions.

The little sparrows were extremely active in their elder brother's class, so that when Principal Li went out of the window to explore how they were doing, he saw such a strange scene-

Yan Luo wrote down the homework assigned to them on the blackboard, turned around and closed the lesson plan. After hearing the bell for the get out of class, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to them with a smile: "Okay, that's all for today's class."

Below is alive again-

"not good!"

"No! Don't get out of class!"

The little bear sat upright on the chair and yelled loudly in the chaos: "Teacher! You heard it wrong! That's not the ringtone for the end of get out of class!"

Please, it's really cool to have a well-educated brother.

Principal Li:??

Are these still those children who look like insects in class and like dragons after class?

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After Atractylodes and others went on stage to teach, after the three-minute heat passed, they were all exhausted by these skinny children, and couldn't wait to wait for school.

Yan Nanzhi waved his hand dyingly, "I am not a teacher. I am a student and wait for get out of class to end, and a teacher and wait for get out of class to end."

There is a saying that the group of students who were badly taught in school became bad teachers when they grew up.

After school, Yan Luo and his friends said goodbye to the children one by one, and were about to carry their small schoolbags and go home, but Principal Li called them to death.

Principal Li smiled and said, "How is it, are everything going well?"

Yan Luo raised an embarrassing and polite smile, everything was silent, she asked curiously, "Principal, is there anything to ask us?"

"You are leaving tomorrow. Teacher Yu and I are going to organize the rehearsal of the program during the day, and the class will not be held." Principal Li's smile inexplicably gave Yan Luo a ominous premonition. "Director Hu from your program team, you have something to look for.

you."

He handed his old man's machine to Yan Luo, and Yan Luo took it, "Hey?"

"Little Luo..." Director Hu on the opposite side laughed, and he felt bad at the sound.

"What's wrong?"

"I have something that I don't know whether to talk or not."

Yan Luo refused coldly: "If you don't know whether you should talk or not - then don't talk."

Director Hu: "Don't, what's our relationship? You don't know."

Yan Luo blushed at all: "If you work in an ordinary job, I make money by relying on my beauty, you make money through a third party - relying on my beauty."

Director Hu:…?

In some ways, it seems that this is true??

Director Hu refused to give up and said, "Actually, I want you to perform a show on tomorrow's stage."

Yan Luo decisively refused Sanlian: "No, no, don't think about it."

Director Hu made a fuss, "One hundred dollars!"

"don't want!"

"Two hundred yuan!"

"Think beautifully!"

"Three hundred yuan!"

Yan Luo hesitated for a few seconds, "No!"

Director Hu was surprised-

I'll be able to get you for 300 yuan?

Yan Luo: "Seven people, seven hundred."

"Seven people?" Director Hu wondered, "Aren't you only six?"

"In addition to Cang Wang, there is also a very talented but lacking experience screenwriter."

Director Hu looked suspicious, "Talented screenwriter? Who?"

Yan Luo was confident: "I!"

Love what you lack of experience = zero experience?

"Trade!" Director Hu gritted his teeth and nodded.

One Cang Wang is worth 650 yuan!

The remaining six people, just make up for it and you can barely pay 50 yuan.

Yan Luo talked about business, hung up the phone and returned the phone to Principal Li.

"Thank you, Principal."

She sighed and said to everyone with a helpless look on her face: "We are ready to prepare tonight and tomorrow, and we will go on stage tomorrow."
To be continued...