Chapter 64 We have to get our class’s face back

Because the teaching director Wu Shiqi mishandled the fight incident, he was arranged by Lin Changfeng to go to the Education Bureau to take a moral education class. The person who rushed over after receiving the call was Deputy Director Luo.

Lu Huiru is a key teacher in No. 3 Middle School. Deputy Director Luo also felt very embarrassed when she requested to be transferred at such a critical time.

No. 3 Middle School is already in short supply of English teachers, especially those who teach the college entrance examination classes. Who dares to call in teachers without a few years of experience?

At present, the few teachers who can take on this important task all have very full class schedules.

Deputy Director Luo glanced at the teachers gathered around.

Then he asked one of the teachers, Mr. Huang, who was in charge of Class 4,

Teacher Huang pushed up his glasses with his hand and shook his head quickly, "Director Luo, I"

Lu Huiru’s teaching experience was used as a typical example in No. 3 Middle School.

Teacher Huang didn't think she could save the class that she couldn't even mobilize.

Although she has not yet won the title of outstanding teacher and is still at the middle level, once she is put into such a difficult class, she is very likely to be dragged down to the bottom. The students in this class not only have poor grades but are also so awesome.

, she felt like she couldn’t resist it at all,

If this was Class 1 or Class 2, she would definitely agree without hesitation.

"Teacher Xiao, I'm really sorry. I'm currently taking English classes for three classes, and I really can't find time to arrange classes." Teacher Huang looked at Xiao Tianhe very apologetically.

Deputy Director Luo asked several teachers next to him, and almost all of them refused.

There was no other way, so he took out his cell phone and contacted several English teachers who taught high school students.

In the end, only one Teacher Han agreed.

This Teacher Han once worked as a foreign teacher in the United States for several years and only returned from abroad last year. He is very lively and relatively young.

The other teachers glanced at Teacher Han, without showing anything on their faces, but they couldn't help but feel worried for him. Teacher Han thought this was a foreign country? How naive.

Lu Huiru suddenly felt relaxed, and finally no longer had to worry about the burden of Class 10 that was weighing on her mind.

But when her eyes passed by Meng Xiaobei, she couldn't tell why. The expression on the other person's face made her feel a little uneasy, and she vaguely felt that the other person had dug a hole for her again.

But she immediately denied this feeling. How could she, a poor student, make a difference?

She remembers Meng Xiaobei's situation very clearly. She doesn't know where she went to her first and second years of high school. But according to the exams, she didn't get a passing grade in any subject. She always asked for leave and missed classes, leaving only time left.

At this point, it would be difficult for her to ascend to heaven even if she had wings.

After the first self-study class in the afternoon, the class was much quieter than before. Even the people going to the toilet walked much faster than usual, and the few stubborn people in the last row also automatically picked up their books and gnawed on them.

Meng Xiaobei remained silent.

Jiang Yihang wanted to go over and joke with her, but when he saw Meng Xiaobei's stern face, he scratched his head and returned to the seat in the back row to join the book-gnawing group.

The next class was a self-study class, and everyone was surprisingly self-conscious. We all imagined that we had formed some kind of tacit understanding of the front alliance.

fight for character and dignity;

Fight to save the honor of Class 10;

Fighting to make Lu Huiru regret abandoning Class 10;

Anyway, everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

No one spoke.

Meng Xiaobei is usually either lying on the table or playing with a microcomputer underneath, or flipping through a comic book.

She worked very well throughout the afternoon today, writing papers one by one, covering all subjects, especially English papers.

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but comfort her, "Xiao Bei, your hand is injured. Take it easy and don't blame yourself too much. I can't blame you entirely for what happened today."

Meng Xiaobei turned her head and met Li Xiaoxiao's gaze. She narrowed her eyes and smiled, changing her usual lazy style: "I promised my grandpa that I would be a good student who studies hard and studies hard."

Meng Xiaobei responded, flicking the hand holding the pen, and then continued to write questions on the paper. She had accumulated a pile of blank papers before, and now it seemed that she was going to write them all in one go.

Li Xiaoxiao's chin could hardly be clasped. Why was his deskmate so angry today? Did he do it so quickly? Why don't you think carefully about whether it was right or wrong?

Meng Xiaobei didn't care how surprised Li Xiaoxiao was, and murmured: "I have to earn Teacher Xiao's trust, and I have to get back the face of our Class 10 class."

Li Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at her for a while, then she reached out and gently touched Meng Xiaobei's shoulder, "You, you... are right." Then she silently put away the sketch she had been working on for a long time.

Li Xiaoxiao opened his schoolbag, took out a pile of exercise books, and started to work on the questions.

The people in the back row looked towards the two of them, sitting neatly together, especially Meng Xiaobei, who looked very different from his usual lazy posture.

Li Xiaoxiao turned to look at Meng Xiaobei from time to time. She kept her head down while brushing the paper, as if she was in a deserted place. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped.

After a while, her phone vibrated, and Li Xiaoxiao took it out of her pocket and took a look.

It was a message sent to him by Jiang Yihang. It was very short, just four words: "What's wrong with her?"

Li Xiaoxiao stared at the message for a long time, then stretched out his finger and silently replied to him.

The whole class was a bit weird today. In addition to starting to pay attention to study, Lu Huiru was fired today. When everyone thinks about this, they feel very happy.

"Cool!"

"Bullshit!"

"Special relief!"

"unprecedented!"

The people in the back row were talking among themselves and were so happy with themselves.

In Lu Huiru's eyes, only the students in her class are the best. "Everyone talks about what our class is like"

Students in Class 10 have always been treated like trash by Lu Huiru, and the entire class has already complained about her.

This time everyone worked together to fire her, and everyone felt very happy.

Jiang Yihang's phone vibrated. He opened it and looked at it. It was the reply from Li Xiaoxiao.

Several attendants nearby also moved their heads to take a closer look.

Li Xiaoxiao copied Meng Xiaobei's words intact, "She said that she has to earn Teacher Xiao's trust, and she has to get back the face of our Class 10 class."

"Is she okay?" Wang Pangpang at the next table scratched his head.

Jiang Yihang patted Wang Pangpang on the head, "Go back to your seat," he said, turning off the phone screen and putting it back in his pocket, looking at Wang Pangpang expressionlessly, "Don't you feel anything in your heart?

Give way, give way, don't stop me from doing my homework."

Jiang Yihang quickly took out the exercise book.

The boy at the front table opened the package of spicy strips and began to divide them from front to back and left to right. He turned his head and asked Jiang Yihang: "Want some? Mr. Hang?"

Jiang Yihang didn't even raise his head and responded slowly, "No, I have to do my homework."

The hand that the boy handed over stopped in mid-air, and he turned to look at the whole class. Basically everyone was reading or doing homework, which was in sharp contrast to their usual relaxed atmosphere.

So I silently stuffed the spicy strips back into my bag, took out my test paper and started writing questions.

Class 10, this famously brutal class in the school, had a strong learning atmosphere for the first time without any supervising teachers.

The prototype of Lu Huiru does exist (if the same name is purely coincidental), the prototype of Yuren No. 3 Middle School does exist, and it is one of the best in Nandu. However, even in the history of such a school, there have been several incidents of students jumping off buildings, among which

One incident happened to her class.
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